Shrouded Dreams
Yet again, my apologies for taking my sweet time. I have horrible fits of laziness. This will be my
last entry for any story for about a month. Sorry.
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Gordo woke from his drowsy haze and looked at his surroundings. He was in bed, back
home. He looked down to see Lizzie lying next to him, serenely asleep. He carefully got out of the
bed, careful not to wake her, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. He tried to remember last
nights events. All he could remember was everything except what happened after the robbery. He
thought he had spoken with a drunk man who claimed he was death, but that didn't make any sense.
He assumed that he and Lizzie simply returned home and, being so scared of what had just
happened, simply passed out on the bed. They were, after all, still wearing the clothes from last
night. He turned off the shower, letting the beads of water fall off his body while he stood and
thought a little more.
After he dried himself off, he left the bathroom and went into the kitchen for a bite too eat.
But that's not what he found.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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"Jeez, kid! Scream any louder and you would have burst ear drums!" Sitting there at the
table, was the man from last night. The one who claimed he was the Grim Reaper. He was dressed
differently though. This time he was wearing simple black jeans, boots with small chains at the heel,
a black, short sleeve, button shirt, an Element hat, and a black trench coat in his arms, and he was
still wearing the gloves from last night. His eyes were covered with orange tint sunglass (A/N the
ones I'm wearing now.) and he was polishing a Magnum. His three swords lay at his side on the
table.
"About damn time you woke up. I've been waiting for you two dunderheads to wake up."
He spoke as if he was an old friend visiting. Which he was not.
"Who the hell are you?!"
"What, you don't remember last night? When I explained to you the situation?"
Gordo struggled to remember the events of last night. And they came back to him in a
flurry...
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Flashback...
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"How did you do that?" Gordo was visibly shaken by what had just happened. One second
the drunk was standing there, all fine and dandy, the next, he was gunned down by a man wearing a
strange cloak.
"Simple tactic for me. Dress as a human, then when I don't need the body, dispose of it.
Don't worry, I made the body from raw material back home. It was no one who was really alive.
Sort of like a Halloween costume."
Gordo couldn't believe this. This all had to be a dream.
"Now do you mind telling me just what the hell you were doing trying to mess up my
pattern?" For an ethereal being, he was sure pissed like a mortal.
"Look, I don't know what your talking about. I just know that I want to go home, and be
with my fiancé." (A/N Yep, they're engaged.)
"Oh, I realize that. But you have to tell me why it was you two that they chose to be the
decisive beings of the future. Damn Fates."
"What?"
The Grim Reaper looked at the mortal and realized that the poor souls had no clue about
what was going to happen.
"You really don't know? Damn, I thought that the Fates would have granted you two a
vision or something like that."
"The Fates?"
"You know your Greek mythology, right?"
Gordo and Lizzie, who had been listening silently, both nodded.
"Well, do you remember who the Fates were?"
"Not too well."
"Well, let me enlighten you. The Fates were three sisters in Greek mythology. Clotho,
Lachesis, and Atropus. They sang in unison with the sirens, supposedly. I for one think they lied
about that. Lachesis sang of things that were, Clotho of those that are, and Atropus sang of the things
that will be. Past, present, and future. Atropus was the eldest and shortest of the three. Clotho is the
spinner, so to speak, and Lachesis is the apportioner of lots. They work together alongside me to
decide the fate of mankind. Does that help you to understand?"
Two nods.
"Good. Now about 23 years ago, the Fates informed me that a great disaster was coming.
And that the only way to stop it, was to find the chosen mortals, who, using the love they have for
each other, could stop it from happening. They ordered me to find the chosen mortals and brief them
on this whole thing. I've been looking for 23 years and didn't find one person, that fit the
descriptions given to me by the fates. I was beginning to worry that I was on a wild goose chase. But
then I found you two. When I threw you to the ground, I could see something flash before my eyes.
At first, I didn't know what it was, but now I'm certain it was the future."
"What, we're the chosen ones?"
"You have to be, otherwise I wouldn't have followed you out here."
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Everything after that was a little fuzzy to Gordo, but he figured that Death had taken them
back home.
The man stood up, holstered his gun, tied his swords to his side, and walked in front of
Gordo.
"Do you believe me?"
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I am twisted. But hey, I know my Greek mythology. This story will draw off of all the
stories I have ever heard from Greek legends. Saying that, here's a quote from The Odyssey by
Homer:
"Nor shall he meanwhile suffer any evil or harm, until he sets foot upon his own land; but
thereafter he shall suffer whatever Fate and the dread spinners spun with their thread for him at his
birth, when his mother bore him." (Alcinous on Odysseus.)
Well, later. Kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...
Yet again, my apologies for taking my sweet time. I have horrible fits of laziness. This will be my
last entry for any story for about a month. Sorry.
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Gordo woke from his drowsy haze and looked at his surroundings. He was in bed, back
home. He looked down to see Lizzie lying next to him, serenely asleep. He carefully got out of the
bed, careful not to wake her, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. He tried to remember last
nights events. All he could remember was everything except what happened after the robbery. He
thought he had spoken with a drunk man who claimed he was death, but that didn't make any sense.
He assumed that he and Lizzie simply returned home and, being so scared of what had just
happened, simply passed out on the bed. They were, after all, still wearing the clothes from last
night. He turned off the shower, letting the beads of water fall off his body while he stood and
thought a little more.
After he dried himself off, he left the bathroom and went into the kitchen for a bite too eat.
But that's not what he found.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Jeez, kid! Scream any louder and you would have burst ear drums!" Sitting there at the
table, was the man from last night. The one who claimed he was the Grim Reaper. He was dressed
differently though. This time he was wearing simple black jeans, boots with small chains at the heel,
a black, short sleeve, button shirt, an Element hat, and a black trench coat in his arms, and he was
still wearing the gloves from last night. His eyes were covered with orange tint sunglass (A/N the
ones I'm wearing now.) and he was polishing a Magnum. His three swords lay at his side on the
table.
"About damn time you woke up. I've been waiting for you two dunderheads to wake up."
He spoke as if he was an old friend visiting. Which he was not.
"Who the hell are you?!"
"What, you don't remember last night? When I explained to you the situation?"
Gordo struggled to remember the events of last night. And they came back to him in a
flurry...
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Flashback...
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"How did you do that?" Gordo was visibly shaken by what had just happened. One second
the drunk was standing there, all fine and dandy, the next, he was gunned down by a man wearing a
strange cloak.
"Simple tactic for me. Dress as a human, then when I don't need the body, dispose of it.
Don't worry, I made the body from raw material back home. It was no one who was really alive.
Sort of like a Halloween costume."
Gordo couldn't believe this. This all had to be a dream.
"Now do you mind telling me just what the hell you were doing trying to mess up my
pattern?" For an ethereal being, he was sure pissed like a mortal.
"Look, I don't know what your talking about. I just know that I want to go home, and be
with my fiancé." (A/N Yep, they're engaged.)
"Oh, I realize that. But you have to tell me why it was you two that they chose to be the
decisive beings of the future. Damn Fates."
"What?"
The Grim Reaper looked at the mortal and realized that the poor souls had no clue about
what was going to happen.
"You really don't know? Damn, I thought that the Fates would have granted you two a
vision or something like that."
"The Fates?"
"You know your Greek mythology, right?"
Gordo and Lizzie, who had been listening silently, both nodded.
"Well, do you remember who the Fates were?"
"Not too well."
"Well, let me enlighten you. The Fates were three sisters in Greek mythology. Clotho,
Lachesis, and Atropus. They sang in unison with the sirens, supposedly. I for one think they lied
about that. Lachesis sang of things that were, Clotho of those that are, and Atropus sang of the things
that will be. Past, present, and future. Atropus was the eldest and shortest of the three. Clotho is the
spinner, so to speak, and Lachesis is the apportioner of lots. They work together alongside me to
decide the fate of mankind. Does that help you to understand?"
Two nods.
"Good. Now about 23 years ago, the Fates informed me that a great disaster was coming.
And that the only way to stop it, was to find the chosen mortals, who, using the love they have for
each other, could stop it from happening. They ordered me to find the chosen mortals and brief them
on this whole thing. I've been looking for 23 years and didn't find one person, that fit the
descriptions given to me by the fates. I was beginning to worry that I was on a wild goose chase. But
then I found you two. When I threw you to the ground, I could see something flash before my eyes.
At first, I didn't know what it was, but now I'm certain it was the future."
"What, we're the chosen ones?"
"You have to be, otherwise I wouldn't have followed you out here."
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Everything after that was a little fuzzy to Gordo, but he figured that Death had taken them
back home.
The man stood up, holstered his gun, tied his swords to his side, and walked in front of
Gordo.
"Do you believe me?"
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I am twisted. But hey, I know my Greek mythology. This story will draw off of all the
stories I have ever heard from Greek legends. Saying that, here's a quote from The Odyssey by
Homer:
"Nor shall he meanwhile suffer any evil or harm, until he sets foot upon his own land; but
thereafter he shall suffer whatever Fate and the dread spinners spun with their thread for him at his
birth, when his mother bore him." (Alcinous on Odysseus.)
Well, later. Kikiki... mamama... kikiki... mamama...