Ever-Life the Two Book Set: The C.P.T Incident and Time Trust (5 page)

“I want to see him!”

Rachel turned pale white in disbelief.

“I have to, damn it; so I know he’s really gone. Please?”

Then she fell limp into his arms, shaking and sobbing. Bellos sat her on the bed and they both cried. He received several beeps on his cell phone; however, he only took one call. After some time, Rachel gathered herself and Bellos spoke softly, “Rach, Rachel, please stay here for a while at least. I want to monitor you, then I will take you home myself. We can talk about everything. Please? You have a lot to take in. Here, take this. It’s a mild sedative; doctor’s orders. I want you to rest here, just a little while. I have to go, but I will be back shortly. If you need anything, call me. Do you have a phone?”

She took hers out of her pocket. “Oh shit, it’s dead.”

“Here, take this.” He gave her Angela’s. “I’m only a click away.”

Rachel nodded; then she took the pill. Bellos turned, exited the room and walked down the hall to the private elevator. He pushed three, to focus ward. The elevator moved up against his feet, as he gathered himself and stood tall. Looking at his reflection in the bezel, he wiped his red
eyes and swallowed. Then he pushed the red stop button.

Chapter 6    

The Big Tour

The elevator stopped again; and, in a flash, Mathew Bellos recalled
every detail of that first time he met Great Grand Master, Gordon Swanson. With a hint of a smile, he thought,
What a first night that was. My heavens, Sir; that hallway; I did think it was some movie’s endless Vampire castle…Those doorways; wow, so impressive; Hell, I’m still impressed…Alice, your ‘looking glass’ was nothing.

Bellos could see it all so clearly, in his mind’s eye. He had so many questions then.

What a virgin I was. That was truly a night to remember.

It really all began when Swanson opened the heavy door in that hallway. Bellos stepped into a bright pristine chamber. The room was an elegant, reflective, bright pearl white, but unexpectedly easy on the eyes. At first, Dr. B. wasn’t sure where the walls began and the ceiling or floor started. The room was twenty-feet wide, by thirty-feet long, by fifteen-feet high. A large beveled glass fireplace was at the far end. Two white Santa Claus patterned high back Victorian chairs
faced each other; one on each side of the blazing fire. Directly opposite the fireplace was a cream-colored, plush looking, leather couch. On each side of the couch sat ornately carved, white wooden lacquered end tables; each with a glowing lamp on it, shaped like an obelisk. Above the fireplace was that iconic fish, etched out of a beautiful purple and white geodic stone, measuring at least six-feet long, by two-feet high. Each wall had what looked like a window on it five-feet long, by three-feet high; but, rather than transparent, each had a different scene of celestial constellations that looked like iridescent indigo and pink cut stained glass. The oddest thing was that each window looked like light was shining into the room from outside; but Bellos had no idea how, since the rooms were far below the surface. In addition, he noticed that light seemed to glow from the lamps on the tables, but there were no bulbs. Each lamp radiated a full spectrum of light, without causing discomfort or eye damage.

“But that’s impossible,” Bellos whispered to himself.

He marveled at the ornately carved wall-to-wall bookshelves and the exquisite drop leaf tables at each end of the room. All the books on the shelves and tables were the same size, bound in an iridescent pearl white leather. Each had different three letters on the back binding in gold leaf.

There were three men and a woman sitting on the furniture, and they stood up when Swanson and Dr. B. entered. Each person held what looked like a wine glass filled with a white sparkling liquid that was clearly not milk or Champagne. Bellos continued studying the room as Swanson introduced him.

“Good evening everyone. I trust you all have been enjoying yourselves so far.”

Each person looked at the other, smiled and spoke in unison, “Yes, thank you.”

Swanson tapped Dr. B. on the shoulder and said to the others, “I am proud to introduce all of you to someone I hope you will get to know quite well. This is Dr. Mathew Bellos. Dr. Bellos; this is Professor Jonathan Witt, Lionel Benton and Dr. Andrew Pine.”

Bellos bowed with a respectful smile. “How do you
do...?”

Then he quickly focused on the woman to the left of Dr. Pine, ignoring Swanson’s voice. He could not believe his eyes. As he started to move toward her, Swanson gently grabbed his arm and interrupted the moment, “I think you two know each other, if I’m not mistaken. Dr. Bellos, you remember Ms. Carla, do you not?”

Their eyes fixed on each other, but Swanson smiled politely and said, “Before you get too carried away, Doctor…”

Actually, before either of them could reach out and touch the other, Swanson pulled Bellos, away and to the right.

“…Mathew, may I present the last in this evening’s introductions.”

Bellos was even more shocked, if that’s possible.

“Dad, DAD?”

“Sonny?”

Richard Bellos and his wife died ten years ago. At that moment, Dr. B. felt emotions he never knew he had.

“My God, Dad, it’s you? Is it really you…How?”

“Yes, my boy; Mathew! It is really me. It’s a miracle!”

They
grabbed one another and embraced. Richard gestured toward Swanson.

“Our friend, here; I have no idea how or why, but I‘m so happy. Sonny, you’re so grown.”

After a few minutes, Bellos noticed something else; flickering lights. The other people in the room began to pulsate; and their images sparkled like a strobe light. Bellos and Richard froze. Carla and the other three men wiggled, blurred and vanished. Bellos did a double take and looked back at his father. They both looked at Swanson in complete amazement.

“Mr. Swanson,” Richard said. “What just happened? We we
re all talking together. I only left to use the bathroom. They were as real as you or me. Professor Witt poured the drinks.”

“Please excuse me gentlemen. Have a seat. I’m sorry about Carla, Mathew. There is much both of you must learn. Our ways usually take time to understand. Unfortunately, you have to learn quickly. I want you to remember three important facts from this.”

Swanson looked at Richard.

“One is that we have the capability to give a person rebirth. Two is that you, Mathew, have a destiny with yo
ur daughter. Believe me, both you and your father are real; but, the others I introduced were solid holograms, programmed transport models. I suppose you could say it’s a sci-fi, sort of, thing. Regardless, today is a very special day. Richard, there is a very good reason you both are reunited. Let us celebrate that. Mathew, I told you I had many things to show you. Your father is one, and your destiny is the other. Your daughter is part of your destiny. There is nothing to fear. I’m glad you are both here at last. I will leave you for a bit, so you can catch up. Press the red button on that table twice, when you are ready. The first push will take you off privacy; and I will answer the second.”

Bellos was speechless. He looked at his dad
in utter amazement, and then asked, “Wait, what is the third thing? You said there were three facts you wanted us to remember.”

“Oh yes,” Swanson winked, “the third is that; why we can make people disappear.”

With those words, GGM Gordon Swanson turned and left the room. Mathew and Richard Bellos sat, cried, and talked for about fifteen minutes, before considering the call button.

“Son, I know this place, somehow. I just know
it. As strange as this may sound, I sense there is nothing we should fear. This is all so right; weird isn’t it?”

“They told me you worked for them.”

Richard sat back on the couch.

“Maybe I did. The more I study, the more I remember. I need to think and organize my thoughts.”

“Just take it slow; one step at a time. We should find out as much as we can.”

“Well then, I guess we better get started.”

Richard pushed the button on the table twice. It squeaked, and Swanson appeared in minutes.

“Yes, you do need to take it slow, Dr. Richard. That’s what we use to call you. I trust you two had a good
, but much too brief a visit? Here, Dr. R., drink this. It’s medicinal.”

Swanson handed him a wineglass.

“It certainly doesn’t taste medicinal. It’s delicious.”

“Would you two care to take a
short tour with me? I think you will find things here, more than interesting.”

Mathew nodded and sai
d, “Yes, I guess. That’s why we are here, right?”

“We
ll, as I told you before Doctor; you are here because I am recruiting you to be my replacement. Actually, I am recruiting you both. Richard, it will come back to you. You just need time and a little help. Please, follow me.”

Bellos and his dad stood up looking at each other and smiled. The three walked out the far backside of the room through a glass door, onto an outside half hallway
with a guardrail. As they stared over the guardrail, the newcomers were shocked and amazed at what they saw. It was a vertical cavern, at least a quarter-mile in diameter, and too far down to see bottom. Round glass like walking tubes, with no visible support, crisscrossed the chasm, like spokes on a bicycle wheel, every 300-feet, or so, down. The circumference of the chasm was tiered with levels resembling the sides of glass skyscrapers. And there were tunnels, every so often, 30-feet wide, going deep into the earth.  

“Jesus, it looks like a Christmas tree only holl
ow instead of wood,” said Bellos.

They looked up, and the top of the cavern was at least a mile straight up, but there was no opening. Instead, it looked like a gigantic round beveled glass window, similar in design to the ones on the walls in the room they just left. The patterns were reflecting gorgeous tints and colors. Bellos tapped his dad’s shoulder.

“Look at that. How is it possible? There is no round glass structure anywhere in D.C. up there; and the light shining through can’t be coming from the Sun. My watch says nine p. m.”

“Frankly, I have no idea. M
y question is; where is all this light coming from? Look at the rock walls. None of this can be sunlight. It’s a lot to take in. I just don’t remember.”

Bellos counted thirty tier levels downward that he could see. He couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Mr. Swanson, we don’t see any lights or wires? How is all this possible?”

“It’s quite something, really; isn’t it? Let’s walk.”

They followed him holding onto the railing, looking in wonder at everything. After some fifty feet, Swanson stopped and turned to them.

“I know you have many questions; so I’ll start by saying that all of this, everything you see and much more, started many thousands of years ago, when the ‘first ones’, as we call them, discovered the underground in what you know today as Northeastern Asia. They also found a new different life form deep below. What you are looking at, the light itself, is what they found. They are alive
, and far too many to count. They live in a variety of sizes and shapes here. I suppose, at this stage of their life, they could be far distant cousins to deep-sea creatures that self generate light in the dark, miles below the ocean’s surface. But, I have to say, these are far more interesting. Let’s just say the light is trillions of microscopic life forms. The strange part is, they all feed off darkness itself, and whatever the Earth’s core expels. But, that is not all they do. Also, they filter our air. They would die in sun light. They metabolize in almost the opposite way of plant life on the surface. Instead of requiring sunlight; one by-product, or, to be more accurate, their feces, is light; quite mind blowing, actually. And there is no odor at all. In fact, we have learned that their light sterilizes, it shines on. Figure that one out, Mathew, hmm. So, we live in an environment that cleans itself, and filters our air, for us. This whole place is germ free.”

Bellos replied, “So,
wait; the light destroys them and then they die, no?

“No, this is not sun
light. It’s made up of different photonic, or particle components. Nevertheless, it all happens in much less than a flicker, a millisecond. It’s dark; they eat, metabolize and live, reproduce, give off light and die. Their offspring grow and so on happening all over again. Our science engineers tell me it’s just very technical. I see it as very simple. Scientists get far too detailed; don’t you agree? While the whole process actually happens as pulses, it is so fast; we see it as steady light. Their ability to propagate is utterly remarkable. None of us has ever been able to calculate their numbers. Very few evolve beyond this stage. While some do develop into much more complex beings; those are very few in number, compared to what you see here at the microscopic level. Now come.”

Bellos was intense with interest.

“I could spend a lifetime studying this alone.”

He grabbed Swanson’s shoulder.

“Look; I’m sorry. We are so grateful; but, the ‘first ones’, who were the ‘first ones’?”