By Jim Hoerig
By Jim Hoerig
Terror filled me as I ran down the blackened corridor. My staggered steps echoed loudly in the still darkness as my chest heaved searching for enough air to accommodate my body’s unrelenting desire for it. The moist heat was thick on my electrified skin. Each hair was now rigid, not unlike rigor mortis, as the effects of an unrealized flight response became apparent and assumed control over my nervous system.
He was coming for me and I knew it. I felt his hatred.
I could see it just ahead; the faint amber luminescence shrouded in swirling mist. At long last, the end of the tunnel; the portal I was seeking? Moving quickly toward it, I could see now. The walls like jasper around me glistened faintly reminding me of its solid impenetrability, yet it was alive! Writhing slowly in circles were the unnamable forms of tormented things like some Giger canvas come to life; must keep moving.
Finally, I had come to the end. The mist had dissipated and yellow-white light enveloped me. The recessed lights above were bright indeed. Held firmly in place by steel, they hummed softly and made the orifice from which I had emerged even darker. I turned back to the portal and the terror abated only for a moment being replaced by awe. A massive vista of space and moving shadows was before me. Were they clouds? A distant storm was raging far off amidst the mottled sky. A glance downward revealed a coal black abyss for which I surmised had no end yet regarded me with such malice that immediately convinced me that it was a place I did not wish to go.
I could not jump and the terror returned.
There was a rush of wind and a groan. He was upon me and I could do nothing. In an instant, I was swept up and out into the dark void. Look! I was upon his back. His great Wyrm-like wings pounded the thick air. I could feel the powerful sinews in his back contract with each beat. The horns upon his head were thick and sharp; pointed upward as if to stab at the sky above. He was cloven hoofed and covered with bristled brown-black hair. A spaded black tail fluttered behind him and he stank of death.
Unyielding, he carries me upwards, slowly spiraling. Why does he fly upward? Am I to be dropped from high? He banks left suddenly. I cannot breath and my belly contracts violently. I tear at fur for a handhold then a loud and mournful wail is forced from my lungs……
I am forced upright and sit motionless in bed. My breath is a heavy pant. Wetness covers my head and lower back. “Honey, are you OK?” I am asked. My response is affirmative.
It has ended for now.