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No Man's Land: Chapter 19

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NO MAN'S LAND
Chapter 19: Friends on the Other Side.

1937, MARCH 15.
PROVIDENCE, RHODE ISLAND.


A small group of people stop outside of a house. It is storming, and most of their Features are hidden by both their Raincoats, Umbrellas and the Downpour.
"is this is?"
"I believe so."

The group start up the Front stairs and fumble with the Door.

"locked."

One of the people, a Teenaged Girl, Draws a matchlock pistol and Aims at the Door.

"No. less of a fuss, the better."
"Fine."

Another one of the People, An older man, reaches for the Doorknob, Melting it off.

"Medammit."
"sorry."

Another one of the people, an older female, pushes open the Door.

"It was unlocked."
"Figures."

The group enters the House, and look around the living Room. They begin to look around. One of them picks up a Photo of a Horse faced man.

"He's never been much to look at." the Younger Woman comments.
"Hush. He did what he had to." the Older Woman replies.

"Who's there?" a Pained Male Voice Calls out.
"Ah, he is home."

A man, slightly older than the one in the photo, Limps down the Stairs.

"Who are you people?"
"Mr. Lovecraft, correct?"
"yes."
"Mr. Howard Phillip Lovecraft?"
"that is correct."

The First man, bearded and dressed in an Olive green Three piece suit, sticks out his hand at Lovecraft.

"My name is Clarence Thulu."
"What sort of name is Thulu?"
"Greek. My mother is from Cyprus. These are my associates; Miss Narlato, Mr. Shod, Mr. Shud, and Mrs. Laki. Despite her Racial Handicap, Mrs. Laki is an exceptionally civilized person."
"I shall take your word for it."
"We all enjoy your Works, Mr. Lovecraft. We would like to talk to you about it. You inspiration, everything."
"very well, it's been quite some time sense I had guest. If one of you would not mind assisting me in the kitchen…"

SEVERAL HOURS LATER

"and that is the Inspiration behind 'At the Mountains of Madness.'"
"Wonderful. Truly you are the Homer of this century." Clarence Looks up.
"Ah, almost time."
"you are leaving?"

Clarence and his comrades stand.
"in a Sense, Mr. Lovecraft. See, we usually leave this sort of thing up to Izanami-no-Mikoto, or whom ever passes as a Psychopomp these days. But you are special."
"What?"

Clarence Smiles. "we came for our Prophet."
"Did you really think a simple Earthling could come up with such amazing things?" Mr. Shod chuckles.
"I do not…"
"we spoke to you. Out of all the people we could choose we selected you. We told you our stories, what we wanted them to know."
"You are wrong! [b][u]I[/u][/b] came up with those."
"did you?" Mr. Shod chuckles. "Would you really like to know what the Mountains of madness truly look like?"
"Do not toy with me!" Lovecraft reaches into a drawer and pulls out a Snub nose revolver. He fires at Clarence, Knocking the… 'man' down with a shot to the Chest. Before he can shoot the others, Miss Narlato Pulls out two Wheel lock pistols, blasting the Gun out of Lovecraft's hand. She fires a second shot hitting the Pistol, causing it to suddenly warp, expand, melt and simply vanish. A tentacle like appendage worms it's way out of Her Left sleeve, and pulls out a third pistol, this one a Matchlock.

"That was uncalled for, Howard." Miss Narlato points the empty pistols up, as more tentacles worm out clutching, Shot, Powder and paper. They begin to reload the Pistols as Lovecraft stares at it in horror. His face suddenly changes to a look of realization and then surprise.

"no."
"Yes. I believe you put it best." Clarence replies.

Lovecraft turns to look at Clarence. Clarence levitates back onto his feet, dusting off his jacket. Small Tentacles begin to wiggle their way out of the Hole, and pull the shirt back together, sealing it with a slight hissing noise.

"'That is not dead which can eternal lie.
And with strange eons even death may die.' Now as you can plainly see, that did hurt, but couldn't kill me. I don't think there's anything you have that could."

"there is one thing, Clarence. However, it seems unlikely that out Prophet would be carrying around the Spear." Miss Laki chuckles.
"As I said, 'Nothing he has that could do it'." Clarence glares at Miss Laki.

"But…" Lovecraft interrupts, "Why now?"

"because, today is the day you succumb to your Cancer." Mr. Shud Coughs. "you don't feel the pain because of His Presence." Mr. Shud points his thumb over his shoulder at Mr. Soth. "Your senses can't comprehend his Presence and the pain at the same time. So it decided to focus on the more dangerous problem."

"but Why take these forms?"
"well, Why not? Do you think we would be parading around as massive tentacle horrors?" Clarence chuckles. "or perhaps Miss. Narlato should take the form of a Black Pharaoh, as you chose to depict her."

"I don't like that Form just for the Record. Not because You made me a black man, but Bast and Isis are so…Pissy. Am-heh and Set are alright though." Miss Narlato adds in, pulling her Tentacles and holsters the Pistols. "We work alongside much more than just our own."

"More?"
"Everyone is right. Nietzsche is wrong. God isn't Dead. None of them are. Not Yahweh, not Odin, not Beel, not Raven, Not Zeus. And then more. The Great Old Ones? The Watchers? The Monitors? The Monoliths and Space Jockeys?" Clarence laughs.

"We.
All.
Exist.
Every Philosopher is wrong, and right.
Nothing and Everything is Real.
That is the Truth, Howard."

"Then.."

"Exactly. We only gave you glimpses into the Other side. Our other side."
"and if I follow you there will be more?"
"Of course."
"when can we start?"
"when?" Mr. Shud laughs. "look behind you."

Lovecraft turns to look. His body is laying on the ground, hands clutching his stomach.

"you're already dead."
"then that means…."

Clarence smiles.
"That means you're in My world now not your world…and we're your Friends on the other side."

Clarence motions for Mr. Soth to open the front Door. Mr. Soth does so, reveling the door no longer opens to the Street, rather a Black Portal. Mr. Soth steps through followed by Miss Laki, Miss Narlato, and Mr. Shud. Clarence Looks at Lovecraft, and motions him to go first.

"Are you ready?"
"Always."

Lovecraft steps through the Door, into the blackness.

"it's…..Beautiful."
ARE YOU READY?

I hope You're satisfied....
But if you ain't, Don't Blame me.......
You can Blame it on my Friends on the Otherside!
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