Take Note : It's All Different

33. Doomed Gates

I don't remember blacking out but when I woke I had a massive bump on the side of my head. The assassin was nowhere to be seen. Nothing around me was remotely familiar. My head hurt and my left arm ached as I pulled myself to a seated position.

I wasn't particularly sore or tired. I didn't feel fatigue and I definitely didn't feel like I had been swimming. My prune fingers were gone. With my daggers still in my possession I was thankful. No more games involving me being a golden retriever. I was not going to be The Assassins famous golden retriever. A ruthless golden retriever. No matter how much I owed him. I would make a name for myself. After I worked on the skills of stealth and silence.

Sitting I took note of my surroundings. Around me there was white. White everywhere. Mainly clouds of white. Clouds? I couldn't see through them. But they were clouds and I couldn't see past them. Heaven? I was surrounded by clouds.

I tilted my neck and stretched it out. As I tilted my head back my eyes adjusted and caught sight on the only other thing that wasn't white aside from myself. A big gold fence type gate.

I was of course a shadow of black amongst the cloud of white and the seriously random big gold fence that seemed never ending. It disappeared into the clouds and sea of white. Then it was gone.

I brought myself to my feet immediately. I looked up. Like the story of Jack and the Beanstalk it seemed to never end. The only thing wrong with making a connection to that story was that the stalk started from the ground and was of course a stalk.

The stalk originally started on earth and stretched up to the clouds where the giants live. Here and now I was already in the clouds and the fence went upwards. To where, was the major question.

There was nothing else there for me to do. And it was a test. A test of upper body strength perhaps. I had no urge to climb but I had the curiosity to drive me up the fence. My curiosity lead me straight there. It was that that made my put my hands on the gold railing and climb.

The metal was cold. Although I was not. The shivers were sent through my body like electricity. My senses told me that something was activated. Something had been started or awoken. Whether it was the giants at the top waking up or something completely different I was clueless. But something happened. My instincts were sure. I was certain.

On the fence or gate there were sixteen poles. They were grouped in pairs. With a thirty to forty centimetres between the different pairs and twenty centimetres between the bars creating a pair. Every so often there were horizontal bars connecting the vertical ones. They were enough for me to put my feet on to hold myself up.

Luckily it was not quite a strenuous activity. I could never see where I had been because clouds covered my view so I told myself it wasn't far. The smaller I made myself think the distance I had made was the less I had to complain about. At least that was my theory.

I crossed my fingers hoping that I wouldn't have another run in with my seriously delirious now baggage holder self. If I did I would hope I could hold my head. That part of me now held so much of me. Every weakness. I vowed then that I would not drink or take drugs. Because I would go mental!

Climbing I felt vibrations through the bars now. I counted how long until I saw anything that could have made it. But I kept moving.

One. Two...

Five. Six...

Eight. Nine. Ten...

Fourteen...

Nineteen. Twenty...

Twenty four...

Thirty three. Thirty four...