Carmen Dreams

Scripture II The Keeper of the Spanton Spells When the antiquities trader got off his private jet in Spanaway, Washington, it was thundering and lightning. His mistress, Mistress Pat refuse to go with him, she changed her mind and was going to take another private plane that was waiting, back to New York. She was terrified, dressed in a all black Versace dress and black velour hat with a dark veil over her face. She was beautiful. "Please come with me Mistress Pat! I can't do this alone!" he begged. "No! You got us into this mess, you get us out! Make sure you get rid of that fuckin thing! I can't live another night in Hell! I can't have this evil around our child when it is born! And hurry back!" she demanded. "Yes Mistress Pat." Mistress Pat was seven month pregnant, and she touched her stomach, and looked up in the sky, and saw the clouds of fiery darkness rolling in. She said to herself in spanish, "Ardiente Oscuridad, ellos saber!" "Burning Darkness, they know!" is what she said, and ran to the other private plane. He watched her running to the other private jet in fear, and couldn't blame her, he started walking pretty fast himself. The rain was pelting him so hard, it was painful to his skin, even through his clothes. This was no normal rainfall--he knew. The atmosphere was filled with static, and he felt nervous. From the corners of his eyes, he saw movement in the shadows. Shadows that were flying over the airport skies, and seemed to be around every corner. Mistress Pat private plane took off in a hurry, he watched it take off and shook his head. Then he started to look around, he swear he can feel something breathing on his neck, he started to feel that the Creators knew what he was doing, the clouds in the sky parted in darkness, with the sibilant sounds of whispers, then the wind kicked up a notch, he started to hear strange voices, and the thunder clapped, with a sound of an evil interior. Kirk Bailey, a Native American from the Kituwah bloodline knew he was running out of time. He used only his American name, but is true to, and well known by his people, and real name "DUSTU" his Cherokee name. Meaning "Unknown." A billionaire many--many times over, he was five-foot-eleven, wearing a black three-piece suit. With a red silk shirt and black silk tie. His black pony tail came straight down his back under his black Godfather hat. He could marginally see from behind his dark shades, and he knew he must hurry. He looked at his gold-nugget watch, and realized the portal of madness would soon be open. Out of anxious habit, he absent-mindedly checked the solid gold-handcuff that secured the Gold Armatura to his left wrist. It was etched all over with symbols that he had never seen before, or after he had come into possession of the Armatura, but he knew it to be an ancient Sumerian language. The rain continued the relentless assault, and the thunder clapped with the sound of promising death. He quickened his step across the tarmac. As he crossed to the waiting limo, the refueling truck was making its way to his jet. The truck slowed as it passed him, and he watched as the driver stared straight through him with eyes aglow. He couldn't have said they were red, orange, green or blue. They were eyes the color he knew not of, and he was sure that unseen forces were at work around him. He quickened his gate, he did not want any delays to keep him from getting away from this god-forsaken city. He could not stop the anxious feeling roiling around in his gut, and he tightened his grip on the Armatura. The driver was holding the door open for him, with a wide umbrella that was being ripped by the powerful rain. He jumped inside the limo, and the driver ran around an jumped into the driver seat. "Hurry, drive me to Mistress Laquan's mansion now!" Bailey ordered. "Right away sir." the driver said. "How long will it take to get there?" "Not long sir." "Damn you, I asked how long!? I‘m running out of time!" "Ten-minutes sir." Bailey looked out the back window, and saw clouds that were pitch black, and racing behind them. "They know--O God, THEY KNOW!" he screamed. "Who know sir?" James asked wondering. "THE THEM!" "Them sir?" James asked. James was confused, but he kept driving. "Drive faster! In God‘s name--please! Drive Faster!" Bailey screamed while ducking down in the limo. & James stepped on the gas, dark clouds enveloped the luxurious sedan in what appeared to be thick black smoke. James started having difficulty seeing the road, the other vehicles on the road started to slow down, and witness the supernatural. As James watched his crazed passenger in the rear-view mirror, Bailey bid the Gold Armatura to open, and spoke the verbal charms for Tranise. Tranise is the Angel of Cosmic Wind Spells. When this powerful Angel of light is called upon, she creates winds that you have no categorization for on your planet. A full gale of her power can literally blow you apart! Out of the gold box, a brilliant spectacle appeared. As Tranise appeared in the pitch-black sky, her beauty lit the night with beams of red, blue, yellow and amber. It was an amazing sight to behold, and nearly every car on the road had come to a complete standstill, every car that is besides the limo transporting Bailey to Mistress Laquan with a protective shield around it. James tried to weave the limo in and out of the mass of cars stopped on the highway, but it was useless. The limo was too big, and the traffic had become too congested, so he too pulled over to watch the astonishing sight. Some of the braver souls had even stepped outside of their cars to witness the spectacle. Others watched from the safe confines of their cars in disbelief. The wind started to gust high, and the power of category-six winds was unleashed to the night. Cars started to blow off the road, and people standing outside became flying debris. Anything that wasn't rooted to the ground had to succumb to the powerful force of the winds that Tranise's power had unleashed. The limo was protected by its cosmic shield that Bailey wished upon. The foreboding evil mass possessed with sinister intelligence swooped around the trees to hide, much like the thick black smoke that had enveloped the sedan, but now became thicker. Tranise waved her light, and the powerful wind blew down the trees, leaving the black mass with no place to hide. The black mass of evil transformed into a giant swarm of hornets made of smoke. The metamorphose flew and swarmed around Tranise, trying to sting the Angel with it's legion of stingers made of dark thick smoke. Sting after sting assaulted the Angel of Light, but the manifestation had no effect. The evil mist turned into one giant black-hornet with a stinger that was ten-feet long. The black-hornet flew around the Angel of light and tried to sting her. Tranise increased her wind at the evil cloud of darkness, and it blew apart and disappeared into the night sky The spell of Tranise flew down from the air and surrounded the limo, it passed through the protective shield with grace, her brilliant compelling power of light entered through the car window, and returned back into its nest. Kirk Bailey bid the Armatura closed without batting an eye. James couldn't believe what he'd just seen.