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Billy shook his head. “Why do people who know that Iapetus spawned me think that I tell him everything or that he knows everything?”
Victor nodded. “I wish I were more connected with Amelia. I wish there were a way that I could wake her from her sleep but then maybe I can not even wake myself from my sleep.”
Hearthville Serial: Book 7
Episode 6
Any Truth, Proper Grammar, or Correct Spelling is totally coincidental if not accidental.
All characters are fiction. This story is fiction. This story makes no claims about any real person.
By Charles Peters
Copyright 2021
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Victor looked at the two lost souls sitting with Billy. His gaze then turned back to the foggy car window. He could see there was a face of someone right at the window. He could not clearly see who. They tapped on the window again. Victor used his bare hand to wipe more fog from the window. As the face became clearer Victor could see that the face was that of Donny Maxtone.
Next to Jossette, Donny had been Victor’s best friend. He’d had other friends and he had Stewart, but Donny was different in that from the first moment Donny and Victor had met at the basketball court Donny had known that Victor was a supernatural creature; not quite human, not quite a witch, and not quite a monster. Victor was different and Donny knew it. And Donny was different.
And after Victor had died in the boot of the car and Arthur Ramsey had found Victor, it was Donny who had led the revolt against the Witches Council. Donny knew about a gypsy artifact that could be used with a portal to travel back in time. Arthur and a coven had brought Victor back from the dead which was an act not allowed by the Witches Council. Hunters had been sent to undo what the coven had done and send Victor back to the world of the dead. But Donny figured that if Victor and he traveled back in time to save Victor from the boot of the car then the dead Victor would join with the rescued Victor, and technically no law would had been broken. With the right magic, even the memory of the Witches Council could be changed. Donny figured that time travel was the right magic. Donny hoped that once time had been changed, then the Witches Council would not know what they had done.
Victor rolled down the window. He looked into the face of Donny Maxtone. He reached his hand to touch the face of Donny Maxtone. Victor’s voice trembled, “Am I dead?”
Donny whispered, “You sent Belial to hell.”
“It was just a dream. Maybe this is just a dream. But is it my corpse that is dreaming?”
Donny said, “You sent Belial to hell. That was not a dream. It was real. This is real. But I don’t understand it. I don’t know why you are here.”
“How could I send Belial to hell? That is not possible.”
“I don’t know how you did it, but you did it.”
“Amelia?”
Donny shook his head. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything for sure. I don’t know what you are doing on this side.”
“I think I am dead.”
“I don’t think you and Billy are dead.”
“Maybe not. Maybe this is just another dream and perhaps I am not a corpse somewhere rotting as I have this dream, but rather I am laying comfortably in bed. And I will wake to a normal life. That is all I ever really wanted, you know, a normal life. But anyways, even if this is just a dream, that you are here, that makes it a wonderful dream.”
Donny smiled at Victor. “If but this were a dream and I could wake and be with my Lilly.”
“And I could be with my Jossette.”
Billy listened to music on the radio. “So why are you dreaming about the Smiths singing, ‘The Charming Man.'”
Donny Maxtone looked at Billy. “You know the music?”
“My mom likes them.”
Victor said, “Maybe this is not my dream. Maybe it is her dream. Maybe it is your mother who is dreaming.”
Billy looks at the two lost souls who are sitting on each side of him. “She has some pretty fucked up dreams. That is true. She has told me about some of them. But I fear this is not a dream. I will be honest. I am kind of scared right now.”
Donny said, “There is no reason to be scared of the lost souls. I wish I knew how to help them.”
Victor said, “Yeah. And Amelia. If only we could help her.”
Donny asked, “What do you remember about Amelia?”
Victor said, “In my dreams. They are just dreams. But I picture us sitting at that big table. And there she is. So beautiful. So powerful. And when I look at Amelia I know, she created all of this and for that I am more than amazed.”
Donny said, “And she became a prisoner of her own prison. How in the hell did she allow that to happen?”
Victor said, “I think I may know the story from a dream, but I can’t remember all of my dreams. In one of my dreams that I do remember, I remember how she gave us my brother Jesus to save us from this prison. And in the dream I wonder where is my brother. Has my brother also fallen into the sleep?”
“I don’t know.”
“In my dream there are Space Alien witches. They think they are superior. They think they know everything but they don’t have a clue that they are prisoners just like we are. They are prisoners of this system that Amelia created. They think they are writing the rules but they don’t even know the rules.”
Donny asked Victor, “And you do?”
“I don’t know. It is just a dream. It cannot be real.”
Billy repeated Victor’s words, “They are prisoners of this system that Amelia created.” Billy asked, “Does Iapetus know who Amelia is?”
Donny said, “Since you now know, I guess he will know soon enough.”
Billy shook his head. “Why do people who know that Iapetus spawned me think that I tell him everything or that he knows everything?”
Victor nodded. “I wish I were more connected with Amelia. I wish there were a way that I could wake her from her sleep but then maybe I can not even wake myself from my sleep.”