The Manhunt, The Salvation And The Southern Skies (A Memoriam Of Trees Book II) 2009-2010
I, Alexandre Savoie, claims ownership this story. All names, characters and events mentioned indicia are purely fictional and mythological and if, by any chance, happen to be a part of your life, it is coincidential.
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This is the second part of the Memoriam Of Trees Book Two. Sit down, light up and enjoy.
August 1st 2009 Saint-Jovite Quebec, Canada
As the sun reached noon, Alice arrived to the village in a matter of minutes. She was flying low over the road, and some cars were stopping. Some people were even disembarking, and looking up, jawdropped.
'Land on the outskirts, Alice.' I commanded. 'We don't want to attract any attention.'
The pegasus horse obeyed. She swerved to our right, flew in large spirals over a pine trees patch away from the road's end, and landed gracefully. I got down, then I patted her on the neck.
'Thanks, darling. Wait here for me... and if I need you, fly towards me when I whistle. Okay?'
Alice blinked her two eyes to answer positively. I patted her one last time, and went throught the pine trees towards the road. I looked behind my shoulder for one last look at her. She was grazing peacefully.
I reached the first shops after fifteen minutes' walktime. People stared at me. Of course, my clothes gave me away.
I was finally in front of a general store, and stopped to check if I had any money. Nothing. I was completely dried up.
'Dammit!' I grumbled. 'I need a cigarette! And some food!'
As if an answer was made to me, my hands were suddenly full of ten dollars bills. I blinked and stared. Wow...
I entered the store, after a mom and her kids passed by me staring and the mom said to the kids to ignore me.
I reached the counter. The shopkeeper stood rooted to the spot.
'Hello!' I said with a good smile. 'I would like a pack of cigarettes and some food, please.'
The shopkeeper merely mumbled.
'You are ok, sir?' I asked. 'Yes... of course... pardon me, mister. Can I have your ID?'
I was surprised.
'What for?' 'To make sure you are an adult. I cannot sell tobacco to teens. It's against the law.' 'Am I a teen?' I asked indignantly, showing my beard and my muscles. 'Well, no, definitely not. But I need to ask it to everyone...'
I started to fumble for an ID, and then, it just appeared like magic in my hands. The shopkeeper was in shock.
'Well, here you go.' I simply said.
He took the card and looked at the picture and gazed suspiciously at me. Then looked at the birthday.
'It seems to be in order.' He said with a strained line on the forehead.
He gave it back to me.
'What is your brand?' 'Marlboro Red 100s, please.'
The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows.
'You foreign?' He asked. 'No, why?' 'Canada made the importation of tobacco products as illegal years ago. I have no Marlboros.'
A voice in my head told me to be the right man.
I put my hands on my hips, laughed silkily, then:
'Oh, no! Oh no, no, no! Canada does sell Marlboros. Just look there!'
The shopkeeper turned around and saw, very obvious in the light of the neons, and in an open cabinet, several packs of Marlboro cigarettes. All neatly placed. His jaw dropped again.
'I'll take a carton, please.'
As if pushed by an invisible hand, the shopkeeper gave me the carton, made me pay for an awfully affordable price, and even sold the food and the bottle of water for a meager price too. As I was saluting him by landing loudly on my talons, the packs of Marlboros had disappeared and everything seemed to be back to normal. The shopkeeper had forgotten about me as soon as I left the shop.
Magic seemed to glow inside me. For the villagers were no longer noticing me. I went to a circulation light, leaned on the pole, comfortably stood by it, took out a cigarette, and smoked it with pleasure.
After I ate the food and drank all the water, the magic was gone. The villagers noticed me again. As I walked towards the Town Hall, rumour was spreading about a Black madman pretending to be a warrior.
Yet, as I reached the Town Hall, a municipal counselor turned, looked at me, and :
'Oh, what a handsome young man!' She said.
She then continued on her way to her car staring back at me over her shoulder with misty eyes.
I entered the Town Hall and asked the receptionist for a meeting with the mayor. Magic surrounded me again, and I was admitted at once.
The mayor was looking at me over his desk, his hands joined together. He offered me a cigar, which I refused. I simply smoked a cigarette. He helped himself with a cigar and offered me a brandy.
'Now, what can I do for you?' He asked. 'The farm on Vallee-de-la-Rouge has been burned down. Do you know about it?'
The magic was gone. The mayor was gone pale.
'How do you know?' He asked drily. 'I am its proprietor.' I answered. 'I want to know the reasons for it.'
The mayor stood up. He opened the door, peered around, closed it again and locked it. Then he closed the windows and the shutters. He was back on his seat, and took a deep drag from his cigar.
'There is one magical man in there. The army had got information from one of the farm's important ones that the keeper of a sacred place was living in there.' 'Who is the important one?' 'Wait... let me finish. The army colonel wanted to find out more, and maybe even get possession of the place itself, he also wanted to capture the magical one to force answers from him. He was very angry about the true story of the Ball's uncanny events. I had to cooperate with them. It's my job, you see...'
The mayor took deep drags again, then went on.
'Anyway... the colonel assembled his men, and yesterday night, he went on your property. He at least managed to burn down the place, but the sacred Memorial of Trees --' ' Memoriam of Trees!' I rectified him, my cigarette quickly moving between my lips. 'Yes, that! Well, it refused to grant him a wish. I don't know what he wished for. He would not tell anyone. And since he killed the magical person, he could not have any answer anymore. So he took the household as hostage and left the farm. That is all.'
My arms folded, a newly lit cigarette between my lips, I pondered the story a little, then:
'Who is the one who told the colonel everything?' 'I don't know, mister. You need to ask to General Gregson.' 'Another thing. Where is the army's base camp?' 'Their military base is situated in La Macaza. A city further north, beyond Labelle and Riviere Rouge. It's a tidy way from here. The base is joined with the city's regional jail.' 'And where does General Gregson lives?' 'The General's Official Residence is in the touristic City of Mont-Tremblant. Just on the foot of the Mountain itself. You need to have loads of money to access the... where are you going?'
But I was gone and out of the building before he caught up with me.
I took a brisk walk all the way to the general store again, used magic to buy more food and water, then was out of the village before authorities started searching for the mad individual.
The clouds were gone, and the sunset was vermilion by the time I was back in the pine tree where Alice waited for me.
She was sleeping, standing on her legs. I patted her, and her eyes opened.
'Let's go for a place to sleep, darling.'
She whisked me to the Comfort Inn, near the southernest border of the village. Alice went back to sleep, hidden in bushes.
The innkeeper was a bit nervous as he gave me a room, for my looks were unnatural. Once inside the bedroom, my Black penis was tight again. It seems that my high amount of testosterone would need much relieving, at least twice a day. Masturbation would definitely be part of my life now.
I went into bed naked, and stroked my shaft. My cigarette dangling between my lips... the feel of masturbation... then my urethra puffed up again, throbbed pleasantly and my dick spit out the manly juice.
I fell asleep and dreamt about Todd. I miss him... Todd... my dick ejaculated several times during my sleep...
To Be Continued...
Sainte-Agathe-des-Monts Quebec Canada