Breakout

"Where is my wife!"

Hiss of a dragon's volatile ignition comes from a mouth I recall might of been mine however I do not remember breathing fire.

"So now you remember your wife."

"Baxter what are you doing here...."

"You will know someday...."

Flames burst around his throat barely missing a polyurethane jungle olive green thermal sweater.

"You are mad about her.......just admit it."

"I am mad; I will admit that."

"You are still funny....."

"I might be funny but I am not humorous...."

"Oh but you are humor even if you are not humorous."

"You're not laughing...."

"No I am not. Do not change the subject; you are crazy about that woman with the beach sand blonde hair and ocean blue eyes.....is this correct? Please if you may answer simply with a yes or no....."

"Yes...."

"Very good.....I hope to see you again and your twin.......I hope to see all of you again."

"There is a jacket in the hall closet on the left when you exit. Also inside there is a sheath which is quite heavy. Please bring it to me as a favor for humor."

He does not answer; I am bolted into a metal composite cerebral cranium extension spitting wires into a turn style contraption. Arms and legs are shackled voltage; electricity induces no fear as losing those who are me. Fraying fireworks sizzle, I open the lids of a lost skull; there is a Viking sword at my feet.

"Do what you must! Remember Okinawa and remember you are Katana! Remember even if you do not remember now I know you will later! Always remember! I know you are not fond of memories as existence but you must remember!"

He cries a thrust of energy ; I hear a path of destruction not by us. I am a blind bat with the kaleidescope to guide me. I recall Baxter telling me when I become a rage I use sonar to capture movement from frequencies he was able to pinpoint as communication; twas very uninteresting to me but meant of meaning for him.

"Do you have a sword?!"

"Yes I do!"

"I will meet you outside. I will go to one side..."

"I will go to the other....."

Hilda Bee brought us her island sentiments, two hand forged blades for knights protecting her village. She is quite a riot when all the candy canes retreat to their quarters; her preference of music is hip hop, she dances the vengeance of Malcom X's fist.

"Nawa!"

A deafening pop sulfurs dual locations; the tank filled with a peculiar gelled liquid shatters underneath the sneakers Miss Bee managed to squirm onto my feet, Air Jordans. An encircled space hosting a square indentation for the voice of an intentionally obnoxious woman hurls vomit from my stomach. I focus rotating hologram pictures funneling from a concentric mass of metal; the center is another peculiar liquid breaking electrical twigs across the surface. I jump from the edge into the machine uncertain of survival.

Bombs burn canals, safety glass creates webs for poisonous spiders, bats stream about my presence lifting me to intuition, nothingness.

"You will remember! Will you remember me?"

Baxter's voice is a sound I will never forget.

"Yes I will remember you."

"I will never forget you both! I will never forget any of you! Forgiveness is not enough for me and I cannot apologize after what you said!"

What did I say?

"If you cannot recall you both told me that sorry is a mistake and we do what we do for a lesson we must learn to continue! If I am to learn this lesson properly we will all be victorious! For every wrong that could of been right and for every right that could of been wrong! For every pain that I suffered and mindlessly invoked upon you both I will never be able to take back! All I can do is be a resolution for us all! I did torture my self as you all! Maybe we are not the same but soon if we are able to get through this we will be the same in a way we can come to understand why we are here! Now you must fly and I must walk!"

Red upon black while my lips taste of ripe cherries; when do I awaken to see?