THE CORRIDOR OF SUSPENSION
pulled his coat tighter as the cool east wind blew down the collar of his
winter shirt. He stumbled against a wall, worming his way through the narrow
streets of Peej. Peej was one of the busiest cities on all of Ralle; second
only to Gnatsum; but it was a well accepted fact that Peej would soon outgrow
Gnatsum. After all, Peej had been picked as Bronson Colt Randolf's capital
shivered a mighty burr and stepped into a diner occupying a small corner of
two dubious looking alleyways. He looked at the sign above the bar which
proclaimed, "Free motel key with every 20 drinks."
sleezy place," Taft murmurred, choosing a deserted, small table in the
darkest corner of the bar. An old woman noticed Taft and strode over to his
I get you anything?" She asked loudly.
I just want to rest..." Taft said. The old lady ignored him, and sat down
to his right. She lowered her voice.
know who you are. You're T. G. Taft, once a Keyholder. Listen. Don't bring up
trouble here. You are in an establishment owned by Bronson Colt Randolf. And
you know he's looking for you...."
reclined, an exhausted look on his face. "This too is owned by him? Is
nothing here of private property?"
looked sympathetic. "All of Peej is his."
thought maybe, in the slums," his voice began to become weaker, "I
had to flee my ranch, but where could I go? It's all I knew." He groped
for his pocket. The old Lady thought that he was reaching for a handkerchief,
but he pulled out two square pieces of glass that were pressed together.
Inbetween the two was a flattened piece of flab. "It's all I have left of
my wife..." Taft said, tears streaming from his bloodshot eyes.
**T. G. Taft**
overjoyously walked through the Corridor of Suspension that he had built in
his castle on the outskirts of Peej. The huge, marble floors echoed the click
of his diamond-heeled boots. The ceiling rose well over forty feet, and, at
the very tip top of the structure were four gold ropes attatched to the Tiara
of Phumos. There were huge glass chambers, spread to either side of the Hall,
some empty, most full. Bronson's face lit up as he read each of the plaques
that lay at the bottom of the glass chambers. The first on the left read
simply "The Ledics." Inside were motionless figures of Bluewill,
Bluemotion, and Bluemind. There were also similar objects of Kyan and Kirstie.
Adena was there too, holding tightly to her long, flowing hair. There were
also two decomposing bodies of small children laying at Adena's feet--all held
in a time suspension. Bronson let out a small giggle.
the aisle, to the right of the Ledics, was a much emptier chamber. Yet, alone
in the middle of it stood Adel in all her wisdom and beauty. In her lovely
hand was the Talisman of Ranet and around her small neck swung the Periapt of
Wisdym. Bronson beamed. "You have the Talisman, my dear. What--can't you
use it? You should never have let your guard down!" Bronson looked up at
the Tiara above. "Ha ha!"
moved on. The next chamber on the left was a beautiful, deep pink. It too had
prisoners, three in fact. A young, beautiful girl; the Belt of Excho around
her slender waist; and the Amulet of Wisdym around her sexy neck. A sign below
read "Eve Eden."
herself in the mirror turning her marvelous body from side to side. She was
wearing a lovely pink gown which stretched from her small shoulders, past her
full bosom, and down to her skinny ankles. She had her hair tied up with pink
barrette and her lips were painted with a new, delicate shade of pink
lipstick. "Tex should like this." The "Tex" to whom she
referred was one of the wealthiest men in all of Ranier. He was a close friend
of Bronson's, but when Tex asked her out to dinner she had forgotten about all
the nasty things that Adena had told her about Mr. Randolf. And so she
expected a beautiful evening out on the town. But when Tex arrived at her
Suite he did not take her out. Indeed, he admired her lovely figure, but
instead of escorting her out the door, He pushed her back into her room and
slammed it. "Get on the bed," he screamed, pulling off his huge
Tex-sized hat. Eve stood immediately up, and, with a scared look on her face,
touched the Amulet. A laser burst forth and hit Tex's knee. The knee
immediately dissolved, and Tex fell to the floor. But Eve could do nothing but
stare. "Just how I wanted you," said Bronson, who had walked through
the suite door. He had frozen Eve in a permanent time state with the Tiara
that he held in his right hand.
nodded silently in appreciance as he looked again at Eve's frightened little
face. "You look so cute when you're scared, he said, blushing. Then he
turned his head to the right, admiring the plaque inside a compartment that
read "Eve Eden: See ahead."
strolled to the next set of chambers, these done in a dark maroon-red. This is
when Bronson got excited. He jumped up and down and screamed, "bring him
in!" Two strange men paced forward from where Bronson had just walked,
toting Suralio Frith Iffley in a time status. "Put him in there!"
Said a jumping Bronson Colt Randolf, pointing at the compartment to the
had a strange, compassionate look in his face. It was obvious that, at the
time he had been taken into this time state, he had been a willing volunteer;
but why he had agreed to such a horrid condition was not obvious. The red
cabinet on the left opened with an eerie creak, but before Iffley entered,
Bronson grabbed the Sceptre of Ozino from his outstretched hand. "I'll
take that," he said with furvor.
I'll take you!" Said a familiar voice from the other end of the hall.
Bronson jumped around, squinting at the horizon. He noticed the voice to be
coming from the Ralle'an T. G. Taft.
do what?" Bronson laughed pointing the Sceptre of Ozino at Taft.
If you harm me, you will never find her!" Taft pointed to a tiny picture
in his right hand.
immediately noticed the photograph. "Debbie! But... the fire..."
is our Debbie, not your Terna'n one. Ours still lives."
lowered the Sceptre, memories flooding into his already full mind.
spoke up again. "Give me the Sceptre."
held out the powerful Key, waiting for Taft to take it. "Now,
held up the Sceptre. His form disappeared and that of Debbie's appeared.
Bronson's face became like that of a little kid's again. Little did Bronson
know that this young girl was actually a transformed body full of an old
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