The Importance of Names

The DJ rubbed the inside of his right wrist. Old scars. Memories of a drunken fight in a bar. He was still in the tower. Trapped like some princess in an absurd fairy tale. He had sent out an SOS, but help was still not on the way. The old man was gathering his forces, he could feel it. A malignant and evil presence heading his way. He had to leave the tower before that black hole of emotions got to him. 

He sat cross legged on his cot and meditated. His thoughts stilled as he went deeper into the meditative state. His breathing slowed and his heart beat dropped. His third eye focused itself and in the darkness of his mind he saw a source of light. He moved towards that light. The blue light shone with an eerie brilliance. It waved and bobbed in its place. Thin strands of blue light reached out to touch his fingers as he moved his hand towards the light. The light expanded and enveloped his hand. It was neither hot, nor cold, but an even temperature. His hand was soon glowing with the blue nimbus of light and he lifted his hands up above his head for a better look at his surroundings.

A room appeared around him. There were strange symbols on the walls and the walls around him were slanted. There was a single point up above him in darkness where the walls met. He couldn't see it, but he felt it. The room was at the center of a pyramid. There was something else in that place too. Something too close. He smelled the thing before he even felt it. A rank smell of rotting flesh and shit. A claw thumped into his back and he crashed to the floor. 

He woke up back in his room. His meditative state shaken, his mind at more unrest than it had been before meditating. Where was the pyramid? And what was the thing in the darkness. He could not forget the smell. That rank smell. That thing in darkness. He felt afraid. So he did the only thing he could do to stop that  fear. He gave the thing a name. He called it Fluffy McFlufferson. Fluffy. Fluffy who needed a bath, very badly. 

He needed a new name for himself too. The old name was gone with his old life. This was a new game now. He saw the criss crossing stars of scars on his wrist and decided to call himself X.

For now, there was nothing X could do to get out of the tower, till help arrived. So he went to sleep, which is always a good thing to do. 

Meanwhile, Dr. Cin and her kitten Blue, were on their way out of Egypt. Towards a small English town where they needed to talk to an old man.

Blue, for one, liked the experience of flying.