Hey! I will try to keep this as short as possible, Thank you very much to my readers and even more to those who review! Thanks so much for you lovely comments! I had a feeling that I had got the artists name wrong for the song in the last chapter and I was right... It is actually by King Charles and mumford and sons...
IMPORTANT NOTICE! Thanks to GrowlyNoir 's suggestion which I particulally liked the name of this fic will be changing for ether the next chapter or the chapter after. THE NEW NAME WILL BE CALLED 'BOO' :)
Now that's outta the way, Enjoy. This one is a bit longer but stuff happens... :) i am particaulally proud of the way this chapter has turned out so I Hope you like it. :)
DISCLAMER: I'm keeping it short and simple, I don't own the boosh. End of.
Chapter 5
"I had my suspicions but this has confirmed it. I. am. Dreaming. And I would quite like to wake up now thank you very much. This has got weird enough." Jenna said to no-one in particular, perhaps to the dream lord himself. It didn't matter, what mattered was that there was a man in a dressing gown sitting on a floating oriental rug and beckoning to her to, apparently, join him in this extreme feet of defiance against the basic principal laws of physics.
She closed her eyes and clicked her heals together 3 times. The slippers made an unsatisfactory thump tungch noise, not at all like the polished click click she remembered from her childhood. Well we can't all have red sparkly ballet pumps for slippers, she though slightly defensively. Jenna was surprised that she was thinking vaguely logically let alone having a conversation with herself in this dream like state. It must be been the medicine. Hallucinations had been something she had been told to look out for. However when she opened her eyes Naboo was still there on his unbelievably back dated and, not to mention, impossible carpet. And he was looking expectantly at her.
"No. Just no. I am not, ever never getting on that thing. You are ridiculous. You turn up here after 22 years plant some nonsense about shaman boards and dangerous presences or something, expect me to believe it and then go with you on a floating carpet that shouldn't exist to meet these so called shaman. I wouldn't be surprised if you were just part of a group of weird rapists."
"The only shamanic rapist I know is Tony Harrison. And I promise he wont get anywhere near you he hasn't even got any le-"
"Stop. Don't even try to speak to me. I'm going back inside and when I wake up this will just be a bad, if very odd, dream. Ok?" Jenna didn't give Naboo any chance to reply before she stormed into her house.
She got as far as the third from top step when a crash came from the kitchen. At first she thought it must just have been the cat knocking something over but, as she made her way back down the stairs she saw the cat asleep in the living room where it had been before. Suddenly gripped with a sickening terror, that really wasn't her style at all, she edged her way into the kitchen ready to strike. Adrenalin pumping around her body fuelled by the annoyance toward how disturbed her morning had been she jumped round the corner. And there was nothing there. She just felt silly now.
Shaking her head and cussing her imagination for dreaming up Naboo and making her so jumpy.
It was as she turned back to re-trace her steps up to the bedroom that she saw it. A small black creature with tiny pointed ears big round orange eyes and a little pokey tail that peeped out from behind the black furred body. It was rounded and sat back on it's hind legs with her other two tucked around something that it held very close to it's body. It's paws reminded Jenna of a hamster's but they had the proportions of a humans. The way it held the thing also looked human, like a mother would protect her baby away from danger, shrinking it away inside it's self, slightly hunching over it. It really was rather sweet Jenna thought. She reached over to pick it up, cooing soft words to it. It didn't run or come closer. It was playing games with her, seeing how close she would get. And it let her. She crossed the final distance and reached her fingers out to stroke it. But the moment her finger's brushed the fur of the creature it became alive. It jumped up and scuttled, lightning fast up her arm, dropping the polo shaped object it had been clutching, it ran to just below the elbow before sinking it's fangs, that had suddenly emerged, deep into her arm. Jenna screamed and the thing jumped off running, just as fast, across the kitchen floor, it's claws making little clicking noises as it did so. Jenna's eyes followed it, wide with horror. Her eyes grew even wider as she saw what, or rather who, it was running toward. It ran up his (his?) arm and perched behind his shoulder, half hiding it's self in black midnight hair. The figure was cloaked, the hood merged with the hair but must have been there because the whole upper part of the face was hidden, reviling pail, almost transparent skin and a thin, gray mouth that was so tightly pressed together it might as well not have been there. Jenna wasn't sure what would have been worse.
It opened it's mouth and it's words had an echoing hollow sound that fitted the contence of it's mouth which was just an empty space, nothing, not even blackness. It made Jenna's head feel like it was exploding to when she looked in to the cavenless space of nothingness. It was the nothingness that didn't even have anything to clarify the nothing. It simply didn't exist. And the words said "Ah Shaman, we have been looking for you. Come with us now. We can't wait to welcome you to our realm" He spoke in plurals as if he were many crammed into one presence.
Jenna somehow found her voice in the frozen terrified state of her body and mind. "I- I'm not a – I don't – What are – I-I'm not a Shaman."
"Don't deny what we already know girl. We only wish to borrow you. You will be returned to this world in due time. Rest assure, whist you are gone no-one will miss you. They won't even remember you existed."
"Of course they will! I have a job! Family! They will remember me!" But as she said it she knew it wasn't true. No-one would know she had gone. And her words showed that falseness, they betrayed her.
"See. You are not happy here. You will be better with us. With us you shall be admired by many." It's voice was monotone but the words painted pictures that Jenna couldn't refuse.
She, almost sub consciously, took a step forward
"That's it. Come to us and you shall find a place between your dreams."
She took a further step forward, she was very close to him now. And he thought he was winning. And for a moment the blank beautiful façade of dreams wavered and new pictures drifted into Jenna's mind. Pictures of things from your wildest nightmares. Of destruction and carnage. War with no end. Endless fires across worlds. And the pictures had words. And the words screamed the truth.
Jolted back into real time Jenna blinked out of her trance and turned to run. But didn't even get as far as turning when a bright light flashed and she found herself face to face with him. This close she could smell the stench of rotting flesh that rolled off him. The hooded figure cocked it's head to one side and the creature, still on it's shoulder, did the same.
"Don't run from us. We won't harm you" It said. But Jenna wasn't looking at him, she was looking at the polo that was no-longer on the side board but in a out stretched, gloved, hand. And it was glowing faintly orange. That was the last thing Jenna saw before the world went blank. She didn't even have time to scream.
So? What do you think. Fairly dramatic hey? I must say I was shocked as I was writing as to what my imagination was coming up with!
Reviews are like birthdays, chocolate, friends and all other things good. :) They are in my top 5 things that make me happy at the moment... ;)
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[P.S. Don't forget the name change... :P]
