The Rules of dimensional travel Book One: A Story Among Ghouls

Chapter 3: Discoverys and Answers

Erica's eyes slowly blinked open, as she laid on the hotel bed. I was sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, my arms crossed. It seemed like the moment Erica realized she was awake, she sat up straight in the bed. Erica looked around in confusion. "Sir?"

I sighed. "Yeah?"

"You brought me here?" She asked.

I uncrossed my arms and rested my cheek in the palm of my hand. "Yeah." I said. "I had to carry your heavy ass."

"You didn't have to do that sir."

"You expected me to leave you there?" I asked. Erica nodded, as if it were obvious. I rolled my eyes and stood up. "Listen, the only reason I'm still awake is because I've got a hell of a lot of questions, and not nearly enough answers."

Erica adjusted, so that her legs were hanging off the side of the bed. "Sir, I am here to answer any questions you have."

I scoffed. "You've done a great job of that so far." I crossed my arms. I was tired, really tired, and I honestly didn't want to have this conversation now. But we were just attacked by some sort of poor excuse for a human, and Erica responded by making her eyes glow and flinging her across the street. I wouldn't have been able to sleep if I didn't get some answers. "That thing back there, the one that made itself to look like a old woman, that's what's hunting us?" Erica shook her head. "I'm not sure what she was. But I can assume, based on the news report we saw earlier, that she was a Ghoul."

"That's a Ghoul?" I asked rhetorically. "Oh for fucks sake." I cursed. "Well if that's not hunting us, than what is?"

Erica looked out the window above the bed, before looking back at me. "Guardians." She said. "Oh no, not them." I said plainly. Erica frowned. "Mistress didn't tell you about them?"

"Your mistress didn't tell me anything." I said as I stood up and began to pace. "Didn't even tell me how to use this damn thing." I said holding up the transporter.

"Well," Erica started. "A Guardian is like a king of each dimension, its job is to protect the integrity of the dimension, and all surrounding miniverses. You, are a traveler from another dimension and as such, Guardians will always see you as a threat to the dimension."

"Okay." I frowned. "What's a Miniverse?"

"A dimension that branches directly from a main one. It contains many more similarities than from dimension 664 to 665."

Erica paused. "For example." she clarified.

"What about the belt then?" I asked.

"It disguises you to the Guardian, preventing them from seeing you." Erica explained.

"What happens if they catch us?" I asked.

"I don't know."

I stopped pacing. "You don't know?"

"Mistress Blackbird refrained from telling me the details, only that the Guardians would destroy anything you had before they had gotten to you."

I sighed and pulled out the transporter.

d.123 I typed into the transporter.

"Sir?" Erica called.

"What'd you want?" I closed the transporter and opened it back up. Unlike before a portal didn't appear, instead the screen showed a timer going down from forty six hours. "May I ask what you're doing?" Erica asked. I walked over to her and showed her the screen. "What happened to it?" I asked. Erica frowned. "Mistress Blackbird must've set a cool down time."