He was facing a hybrid which was an epitome of eternal ugliness.
It was a gigantic, multiple bodied creature attached at the stomach. All of them had common pair of legs. As a result the creature was facing some difficulty in walking, but was more than covered up by its highly rough bulky body, which was threatening to shred his body into smaller microscopic particles.
He was wearing his usual white shirt with a particularly red tie, and black trousers, what the hell would expect him to wear while going to the school. Well, of course he knew the possibility of his being sucked by the black hole, he had counted on it. But he was unable to grasp the suddenness by which he was snatched away from his world.
He had only a gun for his defense, and of course he could not trust it.
It was a shot gun, which would have fired long range bullets with perfection, had it not chosen the moment to convert into pig shit.
The death of all other Vismays across the infinite parallel universe had at least given him inkling as to what these creatures happen to be.
The gun was made up of large number of conscious super miniscule particles, smaller than the protons and the neutrons, controlling the strong nuclear force, with nothing but their will! So was the case of the gargantuan monster, which was actually made up of similar particles with were the compatriots of the one who were in the gun.
They all intended to destroy him. And Vismay could not let that happen, if at least not for sake of his life, then for the humanity of his universe. He knew he played a dominant role in stopping the World War 3. If it could not be stopped, then it would result in complete annihilation of man kind, leaving these tiny particles to control the cycle of life.
The gun was merely judging his impudence to carry against them, in spite of all the odds.
Mock me, as much as you like. Vismay grimaced.
He closed his eyes. He began to breathe in deep gasps. He could here the snorting sounds of the billion particles with cumulated in a loud screech inside his ears, which made it unbearable. But he knew what he needed to do for his survival.
They had grossly underestimated him. He began to chant a mantra on whose basis he could wager his will power. An electric blue light began to emanate from his body. He opened his eyes. Sparks began to flow from his hands.
It reached the very limits of the pig shit, electrocuting the very consciousness of their life. The shit lay dead, within his grasp.
I will you to become a gun once again. The shit morphed into the same gun which he had held earlier. The monster held its breath. It got a jolt of its lifetime.
Now he felt the mantra or closing of eyes to be completely useless. His faith in himself flowed through his body like a furious deluge.
I will use your goddamn world against, your own bloody self.
He smiled. So did 100 other Vismays situated simultaneously, circling round the monster. They all jumped at the same moment, shot at the monster the same moment, and defended themselves with the same fluidity. They were perfect images of each other. The monster understood his trick. 100 Vismays had thousands of equal monsters to face. Vismay willed once more.
There were ten thousands of Vismay facing those monsters. Before the monster committed his act, the Vismays across this plane grasped the monsters with their hands, they willed once more.
A splendid light show was visible while the monsters were getting electrocuted. The whole surrounding was filled with echoes of wails and shouts of the screechy little bastards.
In the normal condition, he would have mocked the entire situation, his fighting a monster which was much smaller than the size of nucleus of an atom. But he himself was not very large. His dimensions were changed. So did his range of hearing frequency, his eye sights, his speed, and his smell, all of his characteristics. He could not imagine running less than the speed of electron, it threatened his existence.
The monsters finally laid dead.
He again converted into a single Vismay Harani.
The large number of bodies of the bulky monsters, converted into nothingness. There was so much randomness in this world, so many different attractive forces existing at the level of Planck’s constant that it was nearly not possible to become a cohesive monster, if not for extraordinary will power. That is why, he would be unable to sleep, because if he does he would lose control over his body, then he would not be able to find all the particles of the body, if even infinite time was provided to him. Now they would know that he can use the matter-wave property against them. They would send more tricky fighters the next time.
The property he had used of 100 Vismays was classic example of Feynman experiment. A wave can be at many different points simultaneously, but a matter cannot. But a matter-wave can have properties of both!!!! He was a matter-wave.
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