Time Ghost

Chapter 29

Another void, huh.

Once again, a lightning strike has evicted me out from the vessel against my will. It has been chains for such disruptions to call up. I was in the secluded space, the conference room with less than three centimeters window for air circulation from the air conditioner up top. No rain clouds outside when I arrived five minutes before the meeting commenced.

Weather forecast has settled similar terms for it, as well. Their predictions could be broken out of order regardless. Yet, for the climate conditions to estimate thunder in a matter of seconds has exaggerated bizarre circumstances to arise.

 A natural phenomenon will never have anything occurred in an instant.

True, electricity could travel within any conductors that are capable of transmitting electrons with ease. Yet, I can’t fathom against of its incredible feat on bending themselves into every place that I was attending. People will have anxieties after seeing their loved ones kept retrieving hiccups under the storm. Most influential person will have themselves guarded, whilst experts would be ecstatic to have you as a trialist in their research.

And my own experiments were interrupted constantly by these strikes. How could I figure things out, I wonder?

“Ring…. Ring….”

Alarm clock flickers several times for its five on the board. A slim yet withered figure smashes it down across the top. Shirtless on the chest, but coated firm under the torso when its wood goes solid in time. The old man has to fix them up as the log refuses to comply with his weakened stature. Without further ado, the old man feels himself on the belly. Abdominal muscles flaunt their chiseled forms by getting more intense when one hand caresses it in circle, “Chuck again, huh. So, I assume it’s only four transfers per liquid.” He pondered out loud, then shook himself on the head a moment later,” Well, I don’t know much, either. I have to wander around this topic a little bit further.”

After self-awareness instigation that instilled, the old man springs up and down to collect momentum of the swing. He wants to test agility, it seems, for the old man puts both arms ready at the front to capturing failures that goes imminent following his jump across the edge.

“Pump it up….”

Chuck mumbled as the old man bounces. Wing muscles upon the back has gotten strengthen up alongside concentrations of energy that the old man has accrued. Seasoned farmer’s well-toned physique withstands fatigue better than the most human vessel of the past, so Damien tends to have them tested out straight away.

~boing~

The old man rolls up a somersault one time, then trails them up by a spotless landing on the corner side of the bed afterwards. Tiger head glares in depth against Chuck and his athletic prowess. Its deathly gaze brings about a witness for the old man’s accomplishment despite of cold demeanor that the beast has acquired a long time before,” Look at me! Healthy as ever, am I right, tigey-O!?” He draws a breath afterwards.

“Hey, where’s Lilia? Is she leaving early?”

Chuck finds a hint of spotless blanket across the left area of the bed. He was the only person inside its thickness and spoiled by the warmth, apparently. A wife should be having some entertainments when her spouse is on the same league. For the field of pleasure to be abandoned determines a loss in their love.

In this peculiar circumstance that occurred without participation of Damien and his unfortunate self, the fountain of indulgence has been withered away. The young scientist down within has felt such affection derived from the middle-aged woman in limitless passion, days before.

She moans in enthusiasm. Enthralled and filled with energy, she was reborn to become an innocent lady in heat for a night. Her werewolf crawls in and switches on numerous forbidden quarters that injected verve of adrenaline by the flicks of a tongue. Chuck shoved his woman beneath and placed her face to confront the white pillow. From there, Lilia was helpless and happened to have no further options than to concede anyhow.

To be excited in this peculiarity signifies her inner-born wilderness that was yet to tap into.

It goes without saying that the real Chuck has occupied this body a moment before my return. Should been days since my latest departure, and Lilia has felt another loss to make herself departed subsequently.

“Or else, my wife is at the doctor’s office, perhaps? Dunno much for her schedule, or she could be writing some notes on the table.”

The old man scratches his brown hair in confusion. He perceives the close-by table for a letter, which was nowhere to be found regardless of how keen the old man is on looking for such object. No scrap of paper under the table, nonetheless. Their vanity desk was clean and spotless to the brim. Cosmetics lined up for convenience, but no such piece happened to stay for a while.

Five-minutes in contemplation. The old man discerns of odds that befallen himself against Lilia’s desire. He seeks for answers within memories, yet never does any of her presence resides in his mind for some reason.

“My first hunch is that woman visits the doctor. I’ve heard her speaking about them last time I was here. I’ll go there after selling down the milks, I suppose.” The old man mumbled. Of course, it was Damien all the time down within.