OK folks, here is part three of this dark adventure for Ben:
Crystal Skulls of Halsinar"
Part 3 : Labyrinths of Pain
lept back in horror, although Ben's features quickly returned and the goat-like
image faced. Kyle luncged forward and knocked the goblet out of Ben's hands. It
flew across the room and smashed in to the wall, wine splattering the wallpaper.
Ben held his head in his hands:
"I feel... kind of faint...what's
He looked up and saw the wine splattered wall:
the hell has happened to my wall? That wallpaper cost £30 a roll and the
exclusive decorating company charged £550 per wall to decorate this apartment.
Not that I make a habit of the vulgar practice of considering the financial cost
of things, however what the hell have you done Kyle?"
that's more like the Ben I know. You was under the influence of that goblet
thing Ben. You wern't yourself."
"Nonsense Kyle. I mean, I don't remember
"Well you was. And summat else, your face started to change into
summat none human..."
As Kyle spoke the door buzzer rang. Kyle jumped up and
answered it as Katie Ryan flounced in:
"What's all this about you getting
divorced Ben? I can't say I'm surprised, in fact I'm stunned it lasted so long,"
Ben sighed, his golden hair falling down over his
"News travels fast. How the hell did you find out?" He asked.
was out delivering UKIP leaflets near Trinity College and your wife virtually
ran straight into me. Then she started shouting about you and crying. Frankly I
told her to pull herself together and she barged off in the direction of Fulton
& Howe's office, you know the solicitors. I hope you've got a good lawyer
Ben lay back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling:
don't need this. No doubt my father won't lend me the finance to hire the very
best legal advice. I'll have to use the Operation Delta reserve
Meanwhile Dr Jeremy Lenton walked up the steps to the
constituency office of Sir Basil Colley, the Conservative MP for Cambridge. He
rang the doorbell and was shown inside by Miriam Keeler, Colley's secretary, a
young woman of about 23 with long blonde hair.
"Its Dr Lenton come for his
appointment Sir Basil" Miriam said, showing Lenton into Colley's office.
Dr Lenton. Sit down man, sit down. Not sure what it is you want but its always
good to see an Oxford man round here. One gets rather isolated stuck here on
enemy turf so to speak."
"Oh I hope that you'll soon be
feeling less of a fish out of water. What I want you to do is to get me in to
one of the Prime Minister's little dinner parties. You know the ones with senior
business leaders and so forth. Make sure its one with the Deputy PM and the
Chancellor present as well."
Sir Basil frowned:
"I don't understand. Are
you having a little joke with me Dr Lenton?"
"Oh I assure you I'm not
joking", Lenton replied with a grin.
"Then there's nothing I can do for you.
I can't just wave a hand and get you into the Prime Minister's exclusive
meetings. Why on earth would he want a ruddy Anthropologist there? Its not as if
you do anything important."
As Lenton and Colley talked, Joe Hannigan
stumbled through the streets of Cambridge, his consciousness battling through
the dense fog of confusion that surrounded his mind like a vice. He heard the
voice of the armoured King, whispering directions to him. Joe arrived at
Colley's constituency office and, seeing the sign, a sense of his old hatred and
resentment surfaced. Joe hated politicians almost as much as he despised the
police and academics. To him they represented the jackboot of the corrupt and
selfish middle-aged continually stamping down on the hopes and dreams of the
young. To Joe the likes of Sir Basil Colley had been handed their easy path in
life by their social background and lacked the imagination to even conceive of
the life that Joe had led. They could never walk in his shoes, not even in their
dreams... or nightmares. Joe remembered how one of his mother's boyfriends had
used to punch him across the room and then lock him in the shed all night with
only the wooden floor to sleep on. These thoughts ebbed and flowed through the
confused labyrinths of his mind as he rang the door bell. Miriam Keeler answered
"I need to see Colley" Joe stammered out.
"Er, you don't have an
appointment and Sir Basil is with someone right now. I suggest you ring in and
formally book a time."
Joe shoved her violently out of the way and barged
"Hey, come back, you can't just barge in here....." Miriam shouted. He
started to ring 999 on her phone, however Joe grabbed it and stamped on it. He
bounded up the stairway and flung himself into Colley's office.
devil...." Colley exclaimed. Lenton looked at Joe bemused.
"I suggest that
you leave now young man. I am talking to Sir Basil about some very important
business. You would not want to cross me." Joe heard the voice inside his head
whispering to him. He placed his bag on Colley's desk and took out one of the
crystal skulls. It glowed with a strange, green light. Lenton stood up
"So you are the other thief. I suggest that you hand over the other
skulls immediately. You have no idea what you have got yourself involved with
boy" he shouted at Joe. Colley gave him a puzzled look:
"Just what on earth
is going on here Lenton?" He asked. Joe stared at Lenton:
"I know what you
are involved with old man. He spoke to you but now he speaks to me. The King is
speaking to me now. I am the King's servant now. He needs no other!"
lifted up his hand and a bolt of green light shot out from it and into Dr
Lenton's torso. His face writhed with agony as his hair and skin caught fire,
the flames hissing and spitting. Lenton's eyeballs frizzled and melted as he
collapsed onto the floor in a smoking heap.