The Game: Enter the Darkness of your mind

Part One: Just a game? Reality Now CHAPTER 8

    Matt screamed as his monitor exploded, throwing shards of glass across the room.  He could see a bluish smoke emanated from the keyboard through the visor which had cracked in the explosion.  The smoke undulated in weird gyroscopic ways looking through the visor and its c***k.  It began to take the form of a man.  As the figure became discernable, Matt tried to flee the room.  A blue lightening bolt shot out of the man's wand welding the door permanently closed.  

     Matt turned around to see a wizened old man where the mist had just been.  The man was two dimensional, looking much like the cardboard cut-outs of the anti-chamber.  The man was dressed in midnight blue and carried a cane.  Matt violently tried to take off the visor as the man spoke,

    "Matthais!  You are needed.  Your expertise is an invaluable asset to our world."  

     Matt was dumbfounded, "Yeah right!  You old crone.  I haven't been out of the state of Pennsylvania let alone become an expert on anything."

     The man spoke again, his voice droned over the crackling of electricity. "Matthais!  Your expertise is at a game not an action.  We need warriors, a trickster, and yet a holy man; these you have created in your mind."

     Matt spoke up to this figure shrouded by mist. "If you want Pyro, Wotar, Duncane, and Petrea; take Wendy, Denny and Peter.  Not me!"

     The man said, "I am Grand wizard in the realm.  You were chosen for your abilities and because you are heir to the realm."

     The wizard, growing impatient with Matt tapped his cane seven time on the floor.  A blue light shown throughout the room.  Matt screamed.  Ice had begun to form creeping forth across the room.  His walls began cracking where the ice crept forth.  His monster models froze then melted. Impossible.  Ice can't create heat.  But tonight anything was possible in Matt's room.

     The situation was if the whole room were made of molten glass and flowing towards Matt.  To freeze him in its blue mass.

     Matt again attempted to make for the door.  The noise reverberating from the spectacle now blocked out his screams.  The disease of solidity that had infected the walls had spread half across the floor.  It had become gelatinous beneath the source.

     Matt sought out some solid piece of his now melting room, but he could only find his bed, which was as prone to melting as any other object in the room.  He climbed aboard as the ice crept forth.  He jumped off the bed and it too was frozen.  The sound it made as it broke apart, made Matt cringe in terror.

      Looking up, Matt saw that the molten frozen ice had distorted the far end of the room beyond all recognition.  All lights outside in the yard dimmed, then were gone.  The windows smeared into a spot so small it could not be long before it was gone.  Swallowed by the ice.

      The mysterious figure laughed as the ice began to break.

It didn't break in one place but in several.  The room split and shook.

      Matt clung to the heaving floor as furniture moved past him.  Matt hurled himself upright, or as near upright as possible.  He looked back towards the door.  That end of the room was more or less intact.  Only the subtle twisting of the architecture gave any clue to what was happening behind him.

      The room began to spin.  Matt fell forward toward the undulating void called his room.  As he fell to his knees, the impact started a flow of blood from his nose.  He just let it run.  As the blood flowed, Matt could discern that it looked like it was freezing or coagulating as it ran from his nose.  Matt now knew the meaning of fear.

      He felt a tingle in his limbs.  Looking down at his appendages, he saw that a bluish ice had formed all over his body.  It was cold.  It chilled him to the soul.

      Outside, Joyce awoke.  She didn't hear one call, she heard many.  From inside the house came a cry of anguish from her son.

      The scene was worse inside.  The room fell where the c***k had become a gaping hole.

      What was on the other side of the hole?  Matt couldn't see, through the bluish ice, but he could guess.  The facade was horrible.  The door sucked in, the windows going the same way - all covered in ice.  And inside the hole, who knew?  He let go of this world.

      The horror Matt had felt as he'd been snatched had been wiped from his head.  He ignored the chaos and felt calm.  The ground went suddenly.  There was no fear, even as he fell.  Only the certainty that he'd left Pennsylvania, even the world as he knew it, behind.  Then the blackness overtook him.  Matt Nightshade entered the Nightmare Realm.  The ice covering him cracked, then he fainted!