The catastrophe of the e.., p.1
THE CATASTROPHE OF THE EMERALD QUEEN
by L.R. Manley
Copyright © 2012 by Lance Manley
The moral right of the author has been asserted.
“He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster.”
“In violence, we forget who we are.”
“To turn the other cheek once is noble. Twice is an invitation to brutality”
~The Emerald Queen of Alegria
For Sophie Lancaster.
I hope she found her own Alegria and that she reigns there still.
For Robert Maltby.
A man with dignity, courage, and a strength of character that I have always admired and dream of aspiring to.
For David Rathband.
No words can do justice to such a noble and brave man.
Tulips and roses mingled among the foxgloves that blanketed the garden. Giant poincianas towered over it, branches heaving with bright orange blossoms. Birds chirped gently above, drawing a stark contrast to the busy courtroom chatter coming from inside the castle. Sweet scents wafted through and past the tall hedges, following the path of lush grass to a set of stairs.
The queen strode down the staircase from her private balcony. Her bodyguard followed silently behind her. As they reached the bottom of the steps, the queen paused by the large, circular fountain.
“Should we take these rumours of Anghofio seriously?”
Her guardian paused for a moment, then answered. “My lady, I believe King James has long wanted your throne. His actions lately in the border towns have merely confirmed our suspicions.”
The queen proceeded into the garden. The lush grass dampened her bare feet. She ran her hand absentmindedly along the hedge until they reached the locked gate. Again, the queen turned to her towering companion.
“I wish emissaries to be sent to King James. He knows better. Our power is greater than the other kingdoms put together.”
Her bodyguard nodded. "It shall be done.”
A small bird flew from the bushes, its belly a bright orange. The queen smiled and stretched out her arm. The bird alighted upon the jewelled fabric of her sleeve. She gently stroked its head with her fingers before it chirruped and flew away.
“We should return to court, my friend,” the queen said. “Your counsel is always welcome.”
“Yes, my lady,” the hulking figure said solemnly. He tilted in a slight bow.
She linked her arm through his and they began to make their way back.
Halfway down the path the queen froze. She grabbed her stomach and cried out in pain.
Her companion tugged on her arm. “My Lady?”
“I, I...something’s…” she stammered. She fell, her tiara slipping and tumbling to the floor.
"GUARDS!" the bodyguard bellowed. To his horror, the queen's body shimmered, fading to and from invisibility.
Two soldiers burst out of the queen’s chambers and pelted down the garden towards them.
“By the gods,” her guardian gasped.
The queen's eyes opened wide and uncomprehending. She faded to nothingness and back. “Where am I?” she whispered. “Who are you?”
Heavy footsteps stomped behind them. The queen reached out a hand to her companion. “Help me…” she implored, her voice barely more than a whisper, then she faded away, her fallen crown the only sign of her presence.
The guards thundered to a halt. They stared, bewildered, at where the queen had lain.
After a moment’s pause, the bodyguard snapped, “Summon the council. The queen is gone.”
Hospitals are so boring. Jared thought.
It didn’t matter that his parents raved about his cousin Susan’s new baby; he just didn’t like the smell of hospitals. All disinfectant and soap.
Tomorrow Susan would go home with Peter Tristan, her new son. Jared’s family seemed more excited about the event than Susan herself. It wasn’t that Jared disliked Susan; far from it, he thought she was lovely. The baby wasn’t cute yet, just a helpless blue bundle with hands no bigger than a kitten’s paws and Jared was frankly sick of hearing about the little creature.
He’d stood patiently for an hour at the foot of the bed before he asked if he could go and get a can of pop from the vending machine. Timing was of the essence and he’d learned a long time ago that he had to be exceptionally crafty to get treats. When Jared was born his parents had struggled to make ends meet for a couple of years until his father got promoted.
However, for reasons that Jared couldn’t understand, his mother still liked to perpetuate the myth they were “poor.” Yeah, right. His father was a bank manager and his mother now worked as a supervisor in an accounts firm. The only time he’d tried to argue, his mother had tutted and subjected him to a half hour lecture, with tears in her eyes. She told Jared about how young and naïve he was and that her and his father still "struggled" to make ends meet.
With this in mind, getting a can of cherry pop was something he had to time very well. He’d waited until his mother had asked for what seemed like the fifteenth time how Susan was, and then quietly asked if he could get a can--with his own pocket money of course.
His mother had paused, the smile fading slightly from the pure joy of being with Susan and the baby. She'd tutted, reminded him that he was supposed to be saving his money, and told him to be quick. Before he made it out the door, she had turned back to Susan, her conversation with Jared forgotten.
Now he stood in front of the machine. He put in his money and was rewarded by the reassuring clunk of the can dropping into the tray.
It was nice to be alone, even if just for a short while. He couldn’t take too long or his mother would fret about him, even though the hospital had security guards.
He opened the can and sucked the froth from the rim, the bubbles tickling his upper lip. This hospital looked more like a hotel, with wooden walls and dark brown tiles covering the floor. There were some paintings on the wall too, most of boring, predictable stuff like yachts and peasants ploughing fields
A souvenir shop stood to the left of the pictures. A stupid idea, Jared thought. Hospitals were places you came to get better. Why would anyone want to have a teddy bear or a pack of playing cards to remind them of an illness?
A clock chimed; he’d been gone for about five minutes. He could probably be gone about fifteen before they’d notice, so he decided to walk back the long way, past the children’s ward. Anything to forestall the boredom of being back with his family.
The kids’ ward was up one floor. Jared took the staircase slowly. At the top of the stairs, he turned left and walked along the corridor. Children’s pictures drawn by little nursery-age kids hung on the Sister’s station. It was empty, and further along he could see the white ward doors with round windows; they reminded him of those on an old sea ship.
The sound of the television came from the ward. Jared turned left again, taking another gulp from his can and stifling the burp that rose in his throat. A smaller corridor appeared with rooms off to one side and posters and notices on the opposite wall. One proclaimed that visitors should use the dispenser pumps to wash their hands, alerting everyone to the perils of spreading germs through contact. Another tattered sign read “Watch Out, There’s A Thief About” with a silhouette of a
It never failed to amaze Jared just how boring life could be. The problem with what you see every day is that you eventually stop seeing it, Jared thought.
He passed a room marked “Sophie Roberts.” Jared had heard her name before. Eleven-year-old Sophie had been on the local news about four months ago after being in a car accident. Physically she hadn’t been badly injured, but she’d fallen into a coma. At the time, Jared had wondered where she was being looked after. Now he knew.
He glanced in the square window as he passed and something caught his eye. A strange multi-coloured light was pulsating from the room. He paused, uncertain but reassuring himself that nothing was amiss. He’d heard that sometimes they played TVs or radios for people in comas hoping they’d hear them and wake up.
The light was pulsing brightly into the central corridor and casting patterns on the window glass. Jared was about to turn around and walk away when he heard a strange sound. Something like whispering was coming from the room. It sounded like someone was having a conversation in there and it certainly didn’t sound like a television. He was worried and a little concerned now.
The pulsing light was still playing colours across the window of the ante-room, purple gold and blue, then red and green. All washing over the glass like when you mix petrol and water. Jared hesitated and looked left and right. There was no-one about and he was curious.
Moving nearer to the glass, his can almost forgotten, he peered through and tried to see into the girl’s room. The light was more subdued now, as if the source had been dimmed but he could still hear the whispering. It sounded creepy, like the wind in the trees mixed with the sound of a bully quietly threatening you.
He still didn’t think it was anything to be afraid of. After all, Jared thought, they were in a hospital and the children’s ward at that so there must be grown ups about who would be able to help and knew what was going on. If someone had got into the room who shouldn’t be there, then Jared could see them, alert the ward matron and then everyone would think he was a hero. Jared always believed that people in control knew exactly what they were doing.
He gently pushed open the door and peered in, stepping quietly through. He expected only to take one look inside and then beat a silent yet rapid retreat if he saw anything suspicious.
Looking in, his breath caught in his throat and he froze.
The girl was lying in bed on the far side of the room. Pipes in her arm and a tube going into her nose. The sheets were pulled up to her chest and the gentle “beep, beep” of her heart monitor kept a steady beat. She looked peaceful as if she was just asleep with no signs of injury from the car accident that had put her here. Either side her bed were two cabinets. One had flowers and cards on it and the other was adorned with more cards and a large but old looking brown teddy bear. The moonlight shone through the window behind her and a small wall lamp in the corner casting a reassuring glow across the room. The shutters were half closed and the scene was more or less exactly the way Jared had imagined it.
Except for one thing…
Hunched on a chair, next to Sophie’s bed was the strangest man Jared had ever seen. He had on a scruffy, blue blazer that was too big for him and the fabric looked worn, rips showing in a couple of places near the collar. He was wearing dark blue suit trousers, faded and old looking. He was completely bald and his head was angular, almost coming to a point. He was sniffing every few seconds as if he had a cold. As he leaned over Sophie he whispered quietly but frantically.
“Took so long to find you. Thought we’d never find you but we did. Don’t want to do this, I really don’t but you see if I don’t then they’ll punish me. I like my fields and my house you see. I want to be nice to you, I like nice people but they told me I have to do this.”
Jared watched mesmerized, realising something was seriously wrong but not knowing what to do.
The man moved slightly and Jared realised that the multi coloured lights he’d seen were from something he was holding in his right hand. The man held it up slightly and Jared saw it was a knife. His stomach knotted with fear. The blade was rainbow coloured and bright, casting vivid shades over the girl’s bed, the lights playing over her face.
“Don’t want to but I have to you see? This is not something I enjoy but each to his own life and all I wanted was to live mine and then they found me and said I have to do this.” The man grunted irritably and sniffed loudly again, his shoes scuffing in a quick pattern on the floor beneath his chair and then going still.
He raised the knife over his head and spoke to the sleeping girl once more. “So, you see I am so sorry little girl but they told me this is a must and I have to do musts you see. I will try and make it quick for you.”
Jared realised what was about to happen and dropped his can from numb fingers. It hit the floor with a wet thud, the remaining soda foaming crazily over the side of the rim and on to the floor, leaving a damp sticky puddle. Instantly the man stood up from his chair and turned quickly to where Jared stood, the knife held before him.
“WHO IS SPYING ON ME?” he shrieked loudly and then Jared saw his face clearly and the terror took almost complete control of him. The man wasn’t a man, but some kind of monster. His forehead and chin sticking out a full few inches beyond the rest of his face. His nose was prominent and large, jutting forward, while his mouth was a slash of teeth, jagged and yellow. The skin on his face was smooth and taut, stretched tight as a drum and his ears were tiny against his head, more like little stumps. Most terrifyingly of all, he had no eyes, just smooth skin where they should have been.
He stood up and the chair scraped back on the floor. “Spying on me! Come here!!!” he snapped, beckoning with his free hand and sniffing the air loudly, moving his head from side to side. Jared shook his head and stammered incoherently. He tried to move backwards but the creature sensed his movement and raised the free hand in the direction of the door, waving it in a small circle. The door, which had already been closed, now glowed briefly a bright, brilliant blue around the edges. There was a sound like rustling paper, the light glowing in a rhythmic pulse and the window turned black, impossible to see through. Jared managed to stagger back and put one hand on the handle to get out. It was stuck and wouldn’t open.
“No way out now nosey little boy,” the creature said, sniffing loudly again and moving two steps towards him raising the rainbow coloured knife, which glowed in his hand. “Now come HERE!!”
Jared staggered again and tried to back away. He looked at the girl, still peacefully asleep in her bed, oblivious to this.
“Look I won’t hurt you,” the creature said smiling at him and then laughed. “Be easier for you if you don’t make me wait.” The snicker was like the giggle of some demonic clown and it broke the spell of fear Jared was under. He tried to slide along the wall of the room to the main window but the creature moved to block his path. “Naughty, nosey little boy,” it said waving its finger at him. “Nosey boys shouldn’t meddle.”
It moved towards him once more and Jared watched as it raised the knife higher, the blade glowing. He felt his palms sweaty on the wall, the tiles warm beneath his fingers. He glanced past the creature to Sophie, desperate to cry out for help but too afraid to try.
Then he noticed something near Sophie’s bed. The shapes and shadows in the plastic curtain nearest to her head started to move. Jared stared as the shapes broke and then came together, swirling and spinning and what he was seeing was even harder to comprehend than the foul monster approaching him. The forms merged into what looked like the shadow of a head. Then in the heart rate monitor to the girl’s left, the reflections in the glass over the readout display began to impossibly flow, bleeding into the shapes near the plastic curtains like food colouring dropped into water. Madly churning and flowing, drawn as if by some crazy form of gravity. Then the cards on the right bedside cabinet next to her head bled their colours upwards an
He watched the scenes before him as if in slow motion, his heart racing. The creature still bore down on him, but the steps seemed slower now as if it was walking through water. It hadn’t noticed what was happening behind it, its whole attention focused on Jared.
The colours stopped forming and Jared could vaguely see what looked like a shadow of a head and shoulders with a chest and arms below. The image was unclear and as he looked it made less sense, his perception slipping as he stared and the image faded under his frightened gaze.
The shadows under Sophie’s bed and from the creases in her top blanket then detached like banana peel and moved suddenly upwards, like water drops when someone throws a large stone in a river. The explosion of shadows merging at their zenith to join the original shapes.
The creature’s smile widened, the yellow teeth shining with wicked malevolence and its breath foul in the air as it raised the knife once more, reaching out with its other hand to grasp Jared’s collar.
Finally the light and shadow play in the background finished. The shadow was fully formed and with a sudden burst of white and blue next to Sophie, a figure appeared, thrown from the light into the room. It landed on its feet and stood in front of the bed, erect and tall. The explosion spilled the cards from the cabinets, whipping round the room in a maelstrom. Sophie’s hair blowing over her face in the sudden storm, the cards and teddy bear on the other side swept away and tumbling to the floor. A plastic beaker of water fell, cracking open and spilling its contents in a widening circle. The cups next to it clattered down, burst from their cellophane wrapping.
Jared glanced up as the lights dimmed and then the bulbs exploded, shards of glass scattering over the room. As he raised his arm over his face he saw the heart rate monitor screen fizzle out, flat line and then come back to normal.
The creature turned at the sudden noise while Jared sat on the floor and stared transfixed at what was in front of him.
The newcomer was tall. Taller than anyone Jared had ever seen. He was dressed in a black robe secured with a cord at the waist and a hood that completely covered his head, the face just a dark shadow. He had a huge sword strapped to his back in an old, red sheath and secured with a purple sash.
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