A Cardiff Production: Nether Gate Part II

Part One: A Cardiff Production: Working Title “Nether Gate”

Part Two: “Nether Gate Part II”

Robin looked up and winced in the sun at a Devil while trying to breathe … and he felt a bit loopy too, feeling as if you’ve been dropped from an airplane’ll surely do that to ya “the Devil!?! Oh, hello Mr Devil, how are you, my name is … Holy crap, the Devil?!!” … he was sure he had found himself in Hell though his head hurt and he still couldn’t breathe so Devils would just have to wait.

He was tall and had horns …

“We have to go”

… unnaturally tall, and stood on hooves at least what seemed like hooves … and he was wearing a floppy hat with pointy parts …

“We have to go!!”

… oh, that’s nice, whooo, what a relief, it’s just a floppy hat with pointy parts he thought, not horns, just backlit as his new attempted focus, focused, backlit from a red sun, two of them actually …

“OK!! WE HAVE TO GO!!!”

… and before Robin knew it he was under an arm and being carried like a sack of flour after market “Hey, were there two red suns there?” he thought while bounding, bouncing under an arm “that’s new”

it was fast, faster than anything Robin had ever been a part of where fast was concerned, there was a blur of moors and dales and then trees until he was thrown in a ditch … but a ditch with a hole

“Go in there and cover yourself with the dirt and leaves and moss and branches, whatever is at hand” and then this tall devil with the floppy pointy hat and hooved feet ran left and and then right while making sounds that seemed like trumpets.

Robin did as he was told, with no fucking clue why, though the dirt of this hole was soft and warm and comforting but as he covered himself in it, with leaves and moss and branches and anything he could find, as he was told, he was sure he felt and then heard in this earth of his hiding, horses … a lot of them. A horse load of horses.

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“Seriously guys, where the fuck is Robin?”

Paarta, aka Tom … “I don’t know, what am I, some sage?”

“Yes you are Paarta”

“But I’m not Paarta, I’m Tom! Get out of character will ya Barry?” and then he suddenly shot, stumbled back from the arch flat on his back like he had been kicked, kicked hard

“Oh, what the fuck?!”

“You Ok Tom?” said Chunk “And what’s that on your forehead?”

“What’s what?”

“it looks like a clod of grass and dirt”

Tom sat, stunned “It was a hoof, I think I was just kicked by a hoof”

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Catherine said “What is it about the food truck?”

“Other than it has coffee and bagels?”

“No Penny, why do the boys always escape there? Some weird shit just happened and the first thing they do is run to the food truck?”

“’cause it has coffee and bagels … for free?”

“!!!!???!!!”

“I’m just kidding. I don’t know, what do you want me to say?”