Today's chapter follows on from chapter 35, hence it is called chapter 36. But it follows the story of Cyan, Aleksandra and Mikael.
And just a reminder of what these poor souls face. They are up against a psychotronic weapon that could melt the minds of the planet. Werewolf super soldiers. Mikael is having psychic dreams that are connecting him with the evil mind controlling Papa Vargulf that is behind it all.
Oh, and Aleksandra, having been a little bit tipsy, accidentally told Papa Vargulf where they were heading, thinking she was relaying the message to her home nation.
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See you Monday for the next instalment! Until then, hold onto your nerve, don't lose it or let it blow away.
Daniel :-)
No Stops ‘til Dusseldorf
(36)
Utrecht Centraal Train Station.
Rotterdam, The Netherlands.
Midgard, the land of the humans.
February, 1942.
“Where’s
Aleksandra?” whispered Cyan to Mikael, looking up and down the noisy
platform. “I feel uncomfortable
that she isn’t with us while so many German soldiers push by. This is a particularly dangerous place
to be right now for the three most wanted felons.”
“She’s gone to
the bathroom to freshen up,” Mikael groaned. “I feel like I was beaten over the head with a skipping rope
last night. What were thinking
drinking so much?”
“I believe it was
a game of who has the biggest tolerance for alcohol. A deadly game when it involves a pretty woman who can drink
for days on end.”
Cyan squinted
through the crowd. Mikael followed
his gaze.
Through the
clouds of soot billowing from the front of the train, Mikael could see Nazi
soldiers cradling SMGs, beggars stretching their hands out to passersby and
civilians carrying everything they owned on their back. There were also SS soldiers in pristine
black uniforms leading German Shepherds and checking everybody’s documents.
“Are you worried
the documents Aleksandra forged will not pass the test?” said Mikael. “Or that perhaps we will be recognised?”
“No, she’s much
better trained than your ‘run-of-the-mill’ SS soldier. I have full confidence her documents
will be indistinguishable from the real versions,” Cyan replied. “I just thought I saw someone get into
the train.”
“You do realise
we won’t be the only one boarding the train, don’t you?”
“No, someone in
particular.”
“Who did you
think you saw?”
“Papa Vargulf,”
muttered Cyan. “But if it were him,
you would know. You’d pick up his energy if he were in the same city
as you, let alone the same train station.”
“Excuse me,
gentlemen,” came a voice behind them.
They turned
around to see Aleksandra in a blue gored skirt with white polka dots, long white
gloves, a velvet snood, and a collared cotton shirt with puffed sleeves.
“You’re as
radiant as the morning sun,” Cyan stuttered. “I’ve never seen you in a dress before.”
“I did indeed
think you were taking a long time to ‘freshen up’,” Mikael said.
“I am flattered,
Aleksandra, but there really was no reason for you to dress up for me,” Cyan
added with a smile.
“The Nazis
looking for us, I feel it,” said Aleksandra, grabbing the arms of both young
men and leading them into a carriage.
“So little disguises stolen from shops may help get us to Dusseldorf.”
She reached into
her bag and pulled out two scarves and felt fedora hats. The men put them on, and Aleksandra
stepped back to inspect them.
“No, Cyan,”
giggled Aleksandra, adjusting Cyan’s hat.
“You must angle hat this way.
That is how men today wear hat, and helps hide face from SS men too.”
Aleksandra and
Cyan gazed into each other’s eyes briefly, while Mikael angled his hat down to
match Cyan’s.
“I’d take your
leather jacket off too, Cyan,” Mikael added. “It makes you stand out like a melting igloo in the
simmering Sahara.”
“Good thinking,
Mikael,” Cyan said straightening his back. “And unless anyone is in disagreement, I think we should get
straight to work. Let’s sit here. It’s a little out of the way.
“Mikael, I need
you to tell me what you have already picked up from the book I left, and the
key Aleksandra stole.”
The three sat
down and Mikael shook his head. “I
have picked up nothing useful yet.”
“I doubt that,”
said Cyan. “Just tell me what you
have picked up.”
“I saw some very
strange scenes from what looked like a myth,” Mikael said. “Vikings finding the mythical island of
Thule and being transformed into…”
“Into something
like the supernaturals,” said Cyan, finishing Mikael’s sentence.
“Yes, but…”
“Only a handful
survived,” Cyan interrupted. “These
survivors were instated into the twelve Knights of the Black Sun, soldiers of
the Thule Society, which has essentially taken over the German government and
the Third Reich.”
“Do you mean what
I think you mean?” asked Aleksandra, entering the conversation.
“You are psychic,
it is very likely,” Cyan said.
“You saying Nazi
party controlled by thousand year old Vikings?” whispered Aleksandra. “This seems silly, even for you.”
“The German
people are controlled by the Order of the Black Sun, a secret group originating
from Thule that has been trying to take over the world for thousands of
years. Most of the surviving
members of this society are descended from that original group of Vikings, yes.
“And they control
the German people by way of the psychotronic weapon they possess. However, without a proper fuel source,
expanding its influence has become virtually impossible.”
“This cannot be,”
she said, shaking her head.
“It is true, my
Russian comrade. After all you
have seen in the past three years, I’m astonished this surprises you.”
“I have to agree,
Cyan,” said Mikael, “it does seem quite far-fetched.”
“And it is
perhaps this lack of belief, Mikael, that has held you back from seeing all
that you need to.” Cyan’s eyes ran
up and down the aisle as passengers put their bags and suitcases overhead. “Did you see who created these
supernaturals?”
“They found no
living inhabitants on the island... no treasures or amazing technology. Just a
dog made of straw.”
“Ah, so he’s
blocked those thought forms from you then.”
“Who’s blocking
me? At the risk of sounding
arrogant, Cyan, nobody can mentally block this steamroller of a mind. No, sir. Never has happened, and never will happen, sir.”
“Papa Vargulf, the
man who brought this ‘supernatural’ sickness into our realm, and the man who is
on the verge of controlling the mind of every living thing on this planet, has
done so,” said Cyan scratching his chin.
“Apparently.”
Cyan grinned and
patted Mikael on the shoulder. “You
shouldn’t feel too poorly on this revelation, my young psychic friend. He was banished from Aghartha because
of his insidious power, so it isn’t surprising he can stop a human psychic.”
“He must’ve been
the one in the brown hood,” pondered Mikael. “Wait just a minute - did you say he was from Aghartha? I thought that place was just a myth.”
Cyan rolled his
eyes. “You’ve both seen incredible
things already, yet these things still surprise you? Yes, Mikael, Aghartha does exist. As did Thule.
“Aghartha is an
advanced civilisation of creatures from another dimension. The beings now live
under the earth’s surface, and their mental capabilities are far more highly
developed than those of the surface dwellers. And to put things into context of his power, Papa Vargulf
was so dangerous to them – a community of highly evolved psychic beings – that
he was sent to the surface.”
“Well, I guess
when I said ‘nobody’, perhaps I was referring to nobody human?” said Mikael
with a shrug.
“Since then,” continued
Cyan, “Papa Vargulf has established the Order of the Black Sun, and its
political arm the Thule Society, created a hybrid wolf-human army, and has
built a global psychotronic weapon.
But luckily the lineage of earth’s Master Sages has thwarted his efforts
to take over the world since he came to the surface.”
“That was you?”
Aleksandra said, smiling and touching Cyan’s forearm.
“I’d like to take
all the credit, but I have done the worst of all the Master Sages.
“Haakon ‘The Good’
was the first Master Sage who had the challenge of Papa Vargulf. He stole thirteen rune stones that
created a portal into the underworld, and hid them around the world. These rune stones were protected by the
Master Sages that followed and their helpers.
“In my time as
Master Sage, Papa Vargulf has found all the missing rune stones. The only reason he hasn’t used the
portal and brought through an army of demons is because he also needs my key to
generate enough power for it to work – the key you currently hold. Either that or he needs to find the Die
Glocke … which will never happen.
“Haakon ‘The Good’,
or Haakon ‘The Goodie Two-Shoes’ as I personally prefer to call him, also
prevented Papa Vargulf from creating the psychotronic weapon he has now
completed. Haakon was able to
compromise the raw materials needed over and over.
“In my time he
has built that weapon, and so far taken over a whole government and committed
atrocities within that nation as they helplessly submitted to his whim.
“Compared to
Haakon, I have been quite an easy adversary for Papa Vargulf. But I plan to do something that Haakon,
and the Master Sages after him, have failed to do. I plan to kill him.”
“Can you kill
him?” asked Mikael.
“It won’t be
easy. If it were, a Master Sage would have done it by now. But I have something
none of the Master Sages before me had – I have you. With your psychic abilities, you can uncover the location of
the psychotronic weapon, and how we can destroy it and defeat Papa Vargulf once
and for all… no pressure.”
Aleksandra leant
over to the two men. “Sorry to
interrupt. Mikael, I know that you
said you cannot sense anything strange, but I’m getting a terrible feeling we’re
going to get caught by the Nazis.
I’m going to take a look up and down the train.”
“Could you please
get me some water while you’re up, if that’s okay?” asked Mikael. “My head is still wrestling with the
alcohol in my system.”
Aleksandra
nodded. She stood up, but as she
did, tripped over onto one of the Nazi soldiers sitting across the aisle from
them.
She apologised,
stood up, then walked back towards Mikael.
“Here you go,”
said Aleksandra, handing over the soldier’s pick-pocketed water bottle. “I’m going to walk up and down the
train and hopefully prove my intuition incorrect.”
“I’ll come with
you,” said Cyan. “You’ll be okay
here by yourself, won’t you, Mikael?”
He nodded,
sipping on the water Aleksandra had given him.
“As soon as I can
clear my head I’ll start working on the location and mechanics of this machine,
as well as any weaknesses Papa Vargulf has.”
“Be careful,”
said Aleksandra, “no matter how good you think you are, if Papa Vargulf senses
you snooping around or gets inside your mind, we’re all in trouble.”
Mikael nodded and bit at
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