The Narrator

Back to Vietnam

I didn’t sleep much, memories, caused answers but that arose more questions.  Usually, a knock at the door would have surprised me, but I didn’t even phase, “Who is it?”  I ask.

“Your father talked about me about three-four days ago,”  His voice was course, “I’m the Original, Chicago, back in the day I was the one they called, ‘Reaper,’  Let’s go we need to have the meeting.”  He was urgent but calm at the same time.

I turned my head to the door, “Well, did my father tell you about what happens when I have a dream?”

“No, what?”  He asked.

I started crawling out of bed and propped myself up to open the door when I finally got it open I said, “Well I can’t exactly walk, I have short-term paralysis until about a day burns through.”

He looked at me confused, “Goodness, it’s a miracle your still alive after going through his place.”  He picked me up and we walked to the table.

All of us sat down then, we all looked shocked and tired.  “We have a chopper coming in a day, then it’s time to get out of here.  We aren’t going back to your place it was found and destroyed.  When I say destroyed like they nuked all of Alaska so there is no Alaska.  We go back to Vietnam then, well I’m going back, you’ll be first-time guests.”

I turn to him and ask, “What’s your real name?”

“If I told you, I wouldn’t be the leader here.”  He was rather concerned saying this, his tone was different as if we wouldn’t like his name.

“So there’s more to who you are than some guy from Chicago,”  I say, he was flustered, trapped, he knew he would have to tell us eventually.

“Yes, I’ll tell you later, in the meantime let’s get this place packed.  Everything needs to be taken on the chopper.”  At that we left, of course, I didn’t, I was kinda stuck here.  Well, at least my body was.

I walked in my Astral Body all over the place, weight didn’t seem to affect what I could lift.  And I could fly like this too, everything was packed and ready to go in less than an hour.

I could hear it, the chopper was closing in.  Within the time I learned a very cool technic.  I created another reality, a sort of pocket dimension.  I took the rope I could create and threw it up after swinging it.  It created a portal of some sort and I could control everything within this place with my mind.  What was weird was I knew how to cheat this, see the matter in equals matter out.  So I bring say a kilogram weight inside the place, now because it’s unbalanced I can take a kilogram out.  So I could make a sword that weighs a kilogram and then take it out into the real world as if it was manifested from thin air.  

The helicopter arrived and we all got on, “To Vietnam,” I whispered, “To Vietnam.”