All Chapters of The One Way Ticket: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“What do you do?” Gerey asked Jeyrin, the four feet tall creature which was absurd and unearthly.He wished all of it was a dream, a trance, mere hallucination and he'll wake up soon to realize that they'd just been fantasies, but Jeyrin, with its large pale eyes like a child severly infected with apollo stood before Eallric, answering his questions, as real as life.“I help around.”“Do you know any spells? As in, magic?”“Uhm - no? Is that a problem?” It leaped off his bed onto the ground with much ease and expertise. Gerey leaned forward on his warm bed to see it.It was lithe, swift and lively.“Nah - I guess not. And how are you able to speak - English?”“I - don't know. I can just speak it. Let's call it my magic.” Jeyrin winked at Gerey with its yellow ey

Eallric grabbed a firm hold of the blue spiral binded that appeared even bluer as the blue light bulb that hang below from the center of the plastered ceiling immersed it and everyone else - Artin Dane, Eallric Hancey, Sir. Oswic Osbald and the two scientists whom Eallric couldn't see because they had their back to him, in it.He wanted to leave the classy Calgibrie Forensic Pathology Institute with all its new, shiny equipments and head over to the Police Department at Mariners Spur to study the document in his hands - Artin and Oswic had their own copies with them, too, but he was awestruck, in a trance - hypnotic, and couldn't take his eyes off the black, muddy, slime - which was the portal to the other universe; the devil's abode, that danced around a particular spot.“Behold! The future is now upon us!” One of the scientists announced, clapped his hands loudly, and turned back before a look of surprise came over him as he

“What'd you say?”Gerey asked, fully diverting his attention to the Jeyrin - the brownie whose eyes were wide and shining from below the table.“A tyronimic. It's coming - fast. In my world, we are trained to use our acute smell detection to keep safe. We can tell tyronimics from, Certoana, Xaryan and other - beasts, to the ones that crawl to ones that fly.”A tyronimic was coming. Gerey heard Jeyrin perfectly well this time around. He turned to survey the vicinity.A woman - who was getting frustrated, was pointing at a colour book to her daughter who had no interest, “I said pink.” Not far from the woman and her daughter was a family - the mother and two daughters having ridiculously large dotted bows hanging from their light brown hair making them look like gifts waiting to be unwrapped. The father was picking books on arithmetic for them with a scowl on his face.

Gerey tucked Jeyrin into his bag and slung him over his shoulder hurriedly as he looked up with wide, unblinking eyes at the sky  that was darkening like an artist was spraying it with black.He looked downwards at Aerorn after a short while, “Where do you stay?”“Carnoustie Crescent.”“Wait. That's where Cwena stays,too. I guess you know her. Almost everyone does.”“Yeah, I do know her and I know, too, that we live on the same street. Our houses are two buildings apart. But - she doesn't move with people like me. She's too smart to mingle with -”“That's definitely not Cwena.” Gerey interjected. “The girl I grew up knowing right from Nursery is the sweetest person I know. Tell you what, how about we meet at her place maybe on Wednesday. I owe you an explanation.“Oh okay? I really hope -&rd

“The world is dying.”Those would have been the words of either a blind folk (who was going to die anyways) or an optimist - who spoke with fear filling his heart as it did with others - as there was no hope that each breath wasn't the last, each hour wasn't the ultimate and each day wasn't the final and concluding part of their lives.A realist who had no worry speaking the truth knew that the world wasn't ‘dying’. No. It was dead already and urgently needed a resuscitation - if possible.Every connection to the outside world was extinct. Landlines were speechless and whoever put them to his ear, perhaps in fear, calling the police as tyronimics broke apart his place of shelter, was welcomed by a dull, unending hush, which continued till the tyronimic clawed off the neck of his kids, hacked the organs of his wife and slashed through his feeble skin, tearing out intestines, kidneys, hearts