Chapter 7

7 seven;

"Ezu?! Little Ezu!!" I recognise you!"

It had to be him, she could, see that wide slack jaw that stuck out, from the rest of his face, with a curve of fuzzy felt stuck round the chin, a down-turned morose smile, no matter what Ezu, felt or said, those lips would be miserable. It wasn't a plain face. He was a lot shorter than her, Regan. He seemed locked in thought, paralysed, stuck inside the frame of the door, the canvas he stepped from was deep orange and glowing like a huge candle, some huge force, inside light itself, pushing out the real light, and taking everything over.

His favourite jacket, was torn across the chest, she had made that jacket for him, when he wanted to take up on an old Chinese communist style jacket, called a Mao Suit, which he wanted, one because he liked the look of it, a lot, and another because, he was a kitsch creep for hard times, sympathetic, or, horrid to women, or mostly, because he wanted to infiltrate ranks and meet all of them, be with the insiders, throw them each a surprise, walk out of the ranks loud and apparent, gather men, shake hands with women, because he was sympathetic, I say. He just wanted it, and he wanted it from me, because I could make it.

All to have a grand time in doing so, to make apparent, a good show, to help, to song, to run, run, run along, so she cut dark grey flannel, and sewed it up, gave it a high square Mandarin collar, huge round blue buttons.

She ran to the door, grabbed him, tried to pull him from the door.

He shuddered, and disappeared, for a small moment she gasped, as the orange glow sucked her in.

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She couldn't believe the throttle, inside that door, it shook and made a heavy noise, but she was psychically okay, unharmed. It was sucking at parts of her though, it sounded like a terrible sucker monster, with a mouth like a huge, loud exhaust pipe, starting up smoky fires.

Sick of the colour orange, and screaming for Ezu, in case he was in harm, she hurled herself into the colour, sure that, in going into it completely, breaking into it's source, she could somehow control the place around her, if it was, a place, she could become a tool inside, if not all of it, as it had form, it had sound, and colour, a look, so, it must have a centre, something inside it she could take over and control, and take it by riding it like, waves or wind. 

Patently, whatever, It was obvious she was in the Glue. Not the anti-matter stuff, where everything gets destroyed, but sure, complete absolute cosmic glue, coming from somewhere, though, that wasn't The All. It was being forced around, forcing her around, pushed by some force of the mind, who controlled it was a person, trying to take it over completely, with the own glue inside him, but he couldn't do it well, obviously, because it was a large force, so, it was kinda zooming around in whatever cage he had tried to put it in, and it was shaking big things, and moving over time, the everything. Simply, it was running through a timeline of various chapters of history. He was mad. He had spent part of his own self, his glue, into a bigger glue that was powerful and changing so swiftly. He must have caught It inside his mind, because that was where he knew to contain it. But, unfortunately, he had stuck it inside an non-moving object, a blank object, which he pushed at continually, in order to find magic in his glue. His electric field, was pushing into the huge field. 

If she jumped into the bigger glue she wouldn't get out, she had to hope it would stay in thought, and not get out of control, basically, remain a force, which carried her and buoyed her up, like a cork in the sea. She could just carry on it's current, and keep to the wave. Then, she would find the next room, and most sure, that Ezu would be in there too.

 Because his force was slow and weepy, like a willow tree right now, and her force, was rain lashing down upon him, telling him in each soothingly cool droplet, that she was there with him, there doing something for him. There, for him, right now, as obvious as clouds sending down, what is always inside them.

He was on the same wave, Ezu was...perhaps, if she pushed her hand to him, she could take him in, all the way, beckon him with her current, and bring him back to her, like how someone listening to music on a Walkman, touches another hand, and shows him, that they are both listening to the same music, through the touch of their electrical bodies..