Flash of Light (part one)

“Okay Doc I want you to tell us everything about that day.” The man across the table said to Dr. Alan Mc Phine as he slid a baby-blue folder across the surface. Dr. Phine slowly picked it up squinting as he flipped though its contents.
“I’m afraid I’m at a loss mister,” Stated the doc, as he looked at the pale man in ray bands across from him. He noted the strange tie that somehow seemed out of place and the almost metallic black suit the man wore.
“Black, you may call me black.”
“Mister Black, you see I can’t read a thing with out my specks. You understand.” The doctor flipped the folder back on the table, as the man in black reached in his coat. Black pulled out something small. A cheep pair of reading glasses and handed them to Dr. Phine.
“Here now tell us what happened.” The man said with a mischievous smile. He picked up the folder and handed it once again to the Doctor.
Dr. Phine put on the glasses thinking ‘these aren’t mine?’ “How did you know my prescription?” He started to flip through the folder. “And these… are my notes on David. Where did you get these?” They where the notes he took on the day it happened.
Mr. Black sat back in his chair. “Yes, you’ll find we know a lot about you, Doctor. Now tell us about that day.”
The Doctor pulled off his new glasses and massaged his eyes. “David, David Thricen” He sighed. “That was a strange case, a very strange case. I had been treating him for child hood trauma, black outs, memory loss, and such. Nothing new in my field of research, but that day we decided to try something new. Something I always save for a last resort.”1

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I could hear a voice, “Four…” a soft voice, “Three…” rolling though my mind, “Two…” echoing like a sweet comfort, “One.” easing me to sleep.
“David, are you relaxed David?” I could hear Dr. Phine ask.
“Yes,” More relaxed then you could know.
The Doctor sighed, “Can you tell me what you see David?”
“Nothing, I don’t see anything. I mean it’s black, pitch black.” I could feel the wind on my face.
“Can you tell me where you are?” I could hear the rustling of the trees. Smell the pines, and hear the song of crickets. The wind felt good.
“I’m outside.”
“Where out side, David?”
“I’m in the woods, a forest. It’s a black forest. At least that’s what they call them back home black forest, or the forest at night.” The ground was soft and dark.
“Good, very good, how do you know it’s a ‘black forest’?” I could hear a soft voice say, like an echo in my mind. I felt compelled to answer.
“I can smell the pine, hear the wind in the trees, I can feel the breeze on my face.”
Then the voice again, “David, what about the sky, the ground, or tree’s, can you see any of them?” I took a moment to try to look around.
“No, I don’t think so. The trees are too think to see the sky, and the ground feels moist. I think I can make out some branches up a head. Like shadows amidst shadows.”
They look like fingers dancing in the night. There’s something not right about it, some thing, strange.
“Can you head towards the branches?”
“No,… I can’t… I’m…”
“It’s okay David.”
“I’m scared, okay. I don’t know why but I’m scared.”
“Your safe David, it’s only a dream and I’m right here. I can wake you at any time.” Time, it seemed to move slowly. My leg’s felt heavy as I started forward. I could feel the forest folding back, before my eyes could see anything. It was as if it was opening up to revile something, something forbidden.
“I think, I think I see something.” It looked like light, a wall of light, floating in the middle of the forest. It was in the middle of a small clearing, a tall wall.
“What is it David? What do you see?”
“A wall.”
“In the middle of a forest?”
“Yes,”
“Can you describe the wall David?”
“It’s really tall, taller then the trees. It looks ruff, kind-a course you know.” I start to wonder about the voice. Where it’s coming from, who it is, why it ask so many questions? The wall is calling to me, pulling me. “I think it’s a cliff, one jetting up form the forest floor. I’m going to get closer.”
I hear the voice again and again more questions. “Do you recognize the wall?”
“No, I …Wait, yeah maybe. Give me a second.” I could feel my hand being pulled to the wall, like a paper clip to a magnet. I could feel it pulled to the center of the wall, stopping just about three feet above the ground on this strange wall. “There’s something here I feel it.”
A soft voice echoes, “David,” a strange voice.
“What is it David, what did you find?” ask the voice in my head.
“It’s an angel, I found an angel.”
“An angel, what kind of angel?”
“No, not an angel or at least not a real one, a picture. Just above my hand on the wall. It’s a small picture of an angle. It’s carved into the stone, like something in national geographic. The one’s you see next to article on cave men.” I whisper to my self as much as to the voice in my head.
Then in a flash, a bight light I could…“No! No!!” I could see pain, then blood, and then darkness.
“What is it David, what’s wrong.” Ask a soft voice.
Then I heard them, I heard them again. “David, let us, David.”
“David, what’s happening David?”