Chapter 4 Entering Limbo
It was now 3:00 pm and Mark had not shown up Andrew Hudson plunged his fist through his red and now grey peppered hair. "Come on Mark, where the hell is you?" his question was met with a ball of energy knocking him off his feet. Andrew closed his eyes while still lying on the floor. "Calm down where are you?" No answer was afforded him. Andrew's phone rang. He jumps to a standing position and answers the phone. "If this is you you're late explain."
A unisex voice met his ears "the next time you decide to have your man follow me I'll make sure he doesn't live long enough to tell you the story. He has been returned to the prescient house."
"Look you son of a b………" the line goes dead. In a fit of rage Andrew tries to calm himself down but it was to late the floor shifts all the stuff on the right side of his office is now on the left side. Things have fallen and broken. A knock sounds at his office.
"Are you ok sir? Answer me please Sir." A female voice shouts.
Andrew opens his eyes. "I'm fine" he angrily states. "Go check out the others Janet" Andrew hears footsteps leaving. He had to leave this place before he hurt someone. He puts on sunglasses and his leather waist high black jacket he was going to find Mark. If he had to tear that damn building down brick by fucking brick he was going to find his son. That thought brought him up short. Andrew still had not told Mark they'd become friends thinking they were just uncle and nephew but it was time Mark knew of the Callaway power he possessed. Andrew had not been the best back then he'd been a wild man sleeping from pillow to post and he'd made a grave mistake. He'd met and slept with Mark's mother then left town. He was a loner and made the mistake of thinking she was kidding when she said she was pregnant. She remarried and Andrew changed his name to fit the role he thought he would always play the uncle. His legal name was now Andrew Callaway Hudson. Last year at a dinner at Mark's house Sara almost made him choke out on his wine when she said they looked more like father and son.
He briskly walks out of the building. With sideways glances he mentally notes his damage. He'd never got so mad around others. He was a normally calm person except when it came to the line of Callaway.
As he reaches his SUT (Sports Utility Truck) a small Indian man stood in his path. "Joseph Peyote long time no see. I'm kind of busy now so I'll talk to you later."
"You would cast me aside." the man said looking up into Hudson's deep green determined gaze.
"This ain't your fight chief" Hudson says as he moves around the man getting into the large vehicle. The man walks in front of the vehicle and stares at Hudson through the windshield his hands palms outward at the truck. Hudson was angry but he could not hurt this man. He would try intimidation. He was a big guy standing at almost 6"9. He got out of the truck and rounded it to stand nose to chest with the little man. "Say your piece and then get out of my way." Hudson growls as he glares into the man's eyes.
"You are wrong any fight for the line of Callaway is my fight, any fight against evil is my fight." Hudson starts to protest Peyote waves off his comment and continues "You will need my help. Young Callaway is in a place outside of this realm if he is not helped he will die."
Hudson grabs Peyote by his long hair and threatens to smash his face in to the top of the hood. "Where is he? You know where he is. Where is my son?" Hudson is screaming now. Peyote vanishes then reappears inside the truck. Hudson gets in. "Where please?" Hudson's voice held raw emotion.
"His body is at the police station but his mind and spirit is in limbo." Peyote states calmly though he'd never felt this nervous before in his life.
They drive in strained silence as the police station comes into view Hudson looks around. What he saw next took his breath. He pulls to the back of the police station. There on the ground lays a shivering Mark. Hudson stops the truck.
Peyote reaches for Hudson's seat belt Hudson rips his out of the seat and gets out of the truck. Walking slowly to Mark's side, he bends down and grasps Mark's hand. The ball of energy hit him once more but he knew by the fact it did not knock him over that Mark was losing his energy. Hudson spoke into Mark's ear. "Come to me Mark move toward my voice." Mark made no sound except for moans as he continued to shake. Hudson looks around franticly.
Peyote walks up and motions Hudson to move Hudson mouths "help him."
Peyote nods and Hudson moves away from Mark. Peyote bends down and pulls some herbs from his pouch placing them under Mark's tongue. "He will need to move away from this place we will be seen if he stays. Go open the back of the truck" Hudson rushes off to the truck when he looks around the door of the truck shock took him at the sight. Peyote had picked Mark up and was carrying him to the truck. As Mark is laid in the truck bed Hudson jumps up inside and so dose Peyote. "Drive to your home. I will help young Callaway as much as I can."
Hudson moves up front and drives to the outskirts of the city. His house was a massive mansion its striking dark hues of blue merged with the night skyline as the Manner reaches up into the heavens. A large gate is pulled by three men as Hudson drives into his cul-de-sac parking at the front double doors. He looks back Mark is no longer shivering. He meets Peyote's gaze "The potion is calming him for travel"
"Travel where" Peyote opens the back door not giving Hudson an answer. "Peyote, where does he have to travel?"
Peyote picks up Mark and looks at Hudson's front double doors they open. He carries Mark inside Hudson follows. That old man was plenty more than what he seemed. Peyote laid Mark on the floor in the living room, wrapped him in a blanket and gave him more herds. Hudson freed Mark's arms from the blanket. At Peyote's confused gaze Hudson says "he hates feeling trapped." Peyote nods his understanding.
"Whoever did this is very powerful"
"That may be so but if anything happens to my boy whoever did this will die. What can we do now?"
Peyote rubs his hand over his face looks at Mark and back up at Hudson. "He will resent you for lying to him are you willing to still save him. He will know who you really are. Inside the limbo your true form will assault his mind."
"I understand that and yes I want to save him. I'd rather him hate me in life then die not knowing who I am."
"Lay down near him grasp his hand." Hudson complies and closes his eyes. The minute he touches Mark the ball of energy hits him. "Relax find that part of you that trusts the power within the line of Callaway"
Hudson feels his body falling he grips Mark's hand tighter and receives yet another burst of energy. He lands on his feet standing in semidarkness Mark's silhouette is in front of him. Hudson takes a deep breath and breathes out slowly. This was Mark's Limbo. It was time for Hudson to reveal himself. He follows Mark and soon finds himself a seat in the back of a room that holds a nightclub of some kind.
Mark walks down a darkened hallway he opens doors along the way he relived a part of his past at every door he's opened. Only moments ago he'd had to push through a solid form with no face. "Where the hell am I?" his voice sounded weak to him and there was still no answer but silence. Until the energy shifted in the room and he fought to keep up right. Mark walked into another room. Looking around he saw a bar scene that he remembered. The difference was this room looked like it would float away. Mark shrugs he needed a drink. As he sits on the stool he asks the bartender for a beer. Tazz turns around and gives him his favorite brand. "Thanks Tazz."
"Who? Man you must be really wasted. Oh but I got something for ya. Actually someone he's been waiting for you.
Mark turns in the direction that Tazz has pointed. The fast motion makes him dizzy. Mark stumbles and falls to the floor. He looks up trying to find something to pull himself up on.
Hudson saw Mark hit the floor rushes toward him and holds out his hand. "Here buddy let me help you up." Hudson does not make eye contact. He helps Mark to a standing position but keeps his head down.
Mark stands and sees the top of Hudson's head. "Uncle Hudson please, tell me that's you." Where ever this place was it was doing a real number on Mark's memory.
Thinking that Peyote was wrong Hudson answers and looks up into his son's eyes. "Yeah it me Marks I come to take you ho…"
"Liar" Mark shouts as he strikes out at his father.
Before Hudson could stop it Mark punches him square in the face and knocks him to the floor. Once again the floor seems to swallow Hudson as he falls he wonders where he will land he opens his eyes at contact and is met with Peyote staring down at him. He looks to his left and Mark is still unconscious lying beside him. Hudson sits up releasing Mark's hand.
Peyote speaks to Hudson hiding his anger "Do you give up now? Will you walk away from your son again?"
Hudson turned his back on Peyote. He looks at Mark's prone form tears roll down his cheeks as he answers "I can't, I won't it's not because of your words. I can't run away from him now he needs to awaken and right now I'm his only hope. Peyote what the hell am I gonna have to do to get him back to this reality."
"Is he worth it?"
Hudson raises his head and looks the old man in the eye his voice rising with every word as he answers. "There is no one on this earth more worthy of my best. Now tell me what I have to do to save my son!"
"He requires The Trinity. You alone do not have enough power to break back in to his limbo world. You must find two more people who love him and they must be willing to be apart of the circle of sprits to allow you and one other to pass in to his limbo world and bring him back. You have two hours at the most."
Hudson ran from the house in search of the obvious person to help him. He'd get Sara and all he would need was one more person.
