Gods and Monsters

XII

Tim Black's home - Shrewsbury, Shropshire

The final living room light was turned off as Tim made his way through the bungalow to the study, hoping to continue the manuscript that he had been working on for the last week and a bit. After watching a documentary on fish and the way they breathe underwater, Tim had been inspired to continue, still hoping that at the age of 47 he had a chance to fulfil his lifelong dream of becoming a successful screenwriter.

Life hadn't been looking too good for Tim lately, after his wife had filed to divorce him, and he was most likely going to be forced to sell his motorbike to be able to fund the upcoming case against him. Apparently quitting your job at the bank to pursue your dreams wasn't going to pay the bills, and when a rich computer geek had swept in and stolen Angela away from him, it wasn't too long before wedding

bells were in the air and all that was needed was a signature and a sum of cash for Angela to cut all ties with Tim.

Those thoughts had to be put to the back of Tim's mind for now as he needed to focus on his writing. He picked out a record from the shelf and placed it on the turntable, but just before he began to play it, Tim couldn't help but become distracted by the shower turning on by itself. He left the study and began making his way down the hall once again and into the bathroom, finding the shower head turned off once again and only a small pool of water at the bottom of the shower.

"Gosh dammit, I'll need to call the plumbers tomorrow," he said to himself. "Hey, that's given me an idea for the story!" Tim went to rush out of the bathroom, but slipped on the moist tiled floor, smacking his head into the wall, knocking him down. His vision became blurred and fuzzy as he tried to focus on what was in front of him, but despite the dizziness and the blow to the head, Tim was sure that however shocking what he saw in front of him was, it was most certainly happening.

The water formed once again just outside of the shower in a small puddle before it slowly began to rise up off the floor, towering over a crying Tim as it came together in a human form once again. Jacob Kenny's skin remained blue, but as far as he could tell, the voices in his head had now finally ceased. He wasn't sure how long it had been since the event in the sauna, but he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and this second chance was exactly what he needed.

Looking outside at the motorbike on the driveway, and then down at his naked body, Jacob turned round to the quivering Tim on the floor. "I need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle."

To be continued...