CHAPTER FOUR - CREATIONS CRUX

 Isaacs face contorted from horror to rage. “What the fuck do you mean?” he shouted. Wilhelm stooped towards Isaac, looking as ominous as one would wrapped in bloody bandages. “I’m going to have to ask you to lower your voice mate. With that I’ll explain.” Wilhelm said hushed. Isaac begrudgingly nodded. “Alright then... Your little bout in the park? Wasn't real. You’re comatose. Where you’re standing now, we like to call the Parallel. In between life, and death. The kicker is you’re still dreaming. I haven’t dreamt in... I don’t know how long...” Isaac looked at Silas worriedly. Silas shook his head. He couldn't remember either. Wilhelm continued. “You’re fresh. Experiencing the overlaps. You still have a pulse, a chance. “What about you two?” Isaac asked. “Well... it gets trickier. We’ve been here a while, but we haven’t been given to the void. We’ve wracked our minds thinking of why, and with your arrival on our doorstep we may have an idea.” Isaac couldn't tell but he was sure Wilhelm was smiling slightly under those bandages. Isaac tried to collect his thoughts. “Alright... all of this sound completely insane.” He thought, but something compelled Isaac to believe them. “What’s the explanation for the creatures then? Or these Silhouettes you spoke of?” “Same way you experience your overlap mate, only on the other side.” Silas pitched in. “Between the Parallel and the Void. Haunted stragglers yet to be sucked into oblivion. The others... far more sinister souls here to collect us.” Silas had a look of determination, the look of a man whose life only knew violence. They all sat in silence. Isaac was lost in thought trying to grasp this newfound reality. Some minutes passed in temporary peace. “So, what next?’ Isaac asked. “Creation's Crux.” Wilhelm whispered. “You’re going to convene with them. The angels. We’ll get you there, as safely as we can. It’ll be your job to open the door. Beg for mercy, another chance. For you. For us. Isaac glanced at Silas. He could see the shine of tears in the corners of his eyes under the dim light. Isaac hesitated. “What if they don’t respond? Or they say no?” Wilhelm's face filled with desperation. “Well mate... then at least we tried. Come now. We shouldn't dawdle. This is for you.” Wilhelm handed Isaac a wooden bat. It looked as if it had sat for a hundred years, waiting to be picked up and used for a game of ball between a father and son. But here it is, in the hands of a hell bound, half dead man drowning in shadow. Tasked with speaking to angels. “This is insane.” Isaac thought. But if these words were true, a chance to leave for him and his new companions, it was worth the shot. “You ready?’ asked Wilhelm. “Ready.” Isaac said confidently. Wilhelm shut the lights off around the bar while the other two gathered near the door. “You took that better-than-expected mate, how ya feelin?” Silas whispered to Isaac. “I’m good. Ready to get us out of here. Let's do it.” Isaac responded. Silas smiled and nodded. Wilhelm swung the door open, and the trio made their way down the road. Wilhelm had a warning. “Don’t peer into the shadows. Keep your eyes on the road, to the light.” The warning came a moment too late. Isaac had been staring into an alley, cast in shadow. And the shadow stared back.

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