Crow Takes Charge. Part 1

As the plaster dust settled, the Narrator decided that it was high time to get back to the basics of the therapy session. Scanning the rest of the group with his speckled glasses, he sighed, taking them off and cleaning them on the corner of his Star Wars T-Shirt. This ended up smearing the dirt worse than it was before. Shrugging, he placed the spectacles back upon his face, where they promptly slid down to the edge of his nose, threatening to totter off at a moment’s notice. Once again scanning the remaining characters of the therapy session, the narrator spoke. “Now, there has been a lot of foolishness happening here, thus resulting in time wasted; time that can be better spent working on the novel’s story line. My aim is to get this therapy group wrapped up in the next two sessions. Are there any questions?”

All the characters started talking at once. Nosos, Crow and Amos thumping his chair on the floor were, however, the loudest. “Quiet,” yelled the Narrator, his glasses promptly falling on the floor and breaking. Bending down, he picked them up, breathed on them and put the newly repaired pair back on his nose. Turning to Amos, he said, “Fool, I better not here a peep out of you. It’s because of you that I had to take over. Once this is all done, I’ll let them do with you as they see fit.”

Amos squirmed lower in his seat, but didn’t say a word. Turning to Nosos, the Narrator said, “So what is your question?”

Nosos opened his mouth to speak, but the Crow beat him to it. “He already had his questions answered. It’s my turn now, and I have two left to ask. First, who in their right mind, put a nerd like you in charge? I mean come on, look at you. You put a minor character in charge of questioning us major characters; and when it comes time to deal out adequate judgment, you leave it to your other creations to do your dirty work. Besides that, your glasses have trouble staying on your face.”

“So I take it that you believe that you could do a better job?” the Narrator replied, rather amused at the Crow’s antics.

“Oh I know I can. But now is not the time to give you lessons on how to rule over your creations. There is more important work to be done here. Which brings me to my next question.”

“Well then, go ahead,” replied the Narrator.

“Not quite yet. First we need to get rid of some unwanted characters, pulling out the red pen similar to the one used to draw the white room. Standing up, Crow walked over to Amos and shoved the pen deep in his arm. Pushing the clicker on the end, Crow watched with sickening pleasure as a darkish liquid filled up around the barrel of the pen. Once it was full, he drew a rough, red circle that opened a portal to the fourth world in the novel’s story line. Flinging the now empty pen aside, he crunched his hands in two strangle holds and flung them towards the opening of the red portal, ducking as he did so. Amos and Symphony flew across the room and into the portal.

“You know that wasn’t entirely necessary,” began the Narrator….

“Oh but it was,” crowed the Crow. “Their part in this masquerade is done. I have no more need for them.”

“But won’t they just find their way back?” Nosos inquired.

“My dear, foolish man. You may be the main character, but if you ever want to see your own world again, I strongly suggest that you keep your nose out of other people’s discussions.”

“Well it looks like you have everything under control here,” the Narrator replied. “Now are you ready to ask your third question?”

“Yes, but not of you,” the Crow replied. “I call on the One Who Saves, to answer my question. Come out of hiding you old bag of bones. Come meet the one who will conquer you.”

Silence ensued.

Smirking, the Crow looked at the Narrator, “Well it looks like he might be sleeping. Why don’t we meet here again next week at the same time? Perhaps then he’ll consider it worthwhile to save your worthless hide. Turning to Nosos, Tinnese and the Old Man, he added, “Come on you dopes. Session is over for this week.”