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The annual Peoples’ Science Fiction Convention was upon the people of New City, Pennsylvania, and by the thousands the citizens made their way to the historic Pavilion Palace – many dressed in various garbs of their favorite fantasy Sci-Fi creatures. Also, many college students who enjoyed the genre journeyed from nearby schools – Amerdale Univ., Overland College, and even as far east as Haverlawn and Arcadia Universities – to see the latest collectibles and catch sneak peeks at upcoming genre movies and videos. Not as popular as the ‘mainstream’ science fiction conventions, this one was created, maintained, and set up by fans for fans (not for profit, though in the past few years some semi-famous actors have made appearances). On this sultry summer day, the Pavilion was packed with people – many dressed up despite the heat.
In the many throngs of people were a group of four – three guys and a female. On outer appearances, they looked like the typical ‘geeks’ – all wore various wardrobes depicting wizards and soldiers, wore glasses (the girl’s being the thickest), and their demeanor just hollered, ‘I Am a Nerd… give me a Wedgie.’ They walked past the many booths that advertised things like Star Wars action figures, posters for old B movies, and even the underground sci-fi porno tapes (which was a growing business with such mainstream hits like ‘Doma-Matrix’ and ‘XXX Men’ making millions).
One of the males, a pimply-faced, medium-build man sporting a white ‘armored’ soldier’s uniform, pointed to one of those booths, ‘Lookie lookie guys. Seems there are more SciFi smut – Timothy, you should add to your collection!’
Laughs came from everyone except Timothy – clad in the popular sorcerer’s gown of the time (dark brown) and matching wizard hat – he glared at his friend coldly.
‘Ha ha wannabe Storm Trooper Jason. I don’t own any Sci-Fi smut, ya mistaking me for yourself.’
Their companions continued to chuckle as Jason and Timothy continued bickering about who owned porno tapes… though all four (yes, the girl too) owned a drawer full of such movies. Yet, they continued to trade barbs while they walked past Wookies, Ewoks, Witches, Wizards, Gremlins, and other such people in costumes checking out the hundreds of booths full of stuff. Disgusted finally, Timothy stormed off down a nearby aisle, the girl following behind him yelling to the others, ‘I’ll keep an eye on him! If he buys more porno, I’ll tell!’
Catching Timothy, the girl was smiling behind her thick-lens glasses. He stared back a look of bemused anger flaring his green eyes. ‘Thanks… I don’t think everyone within earshot heard you yell to Jason and Cheddar. Geez Hannah…’
‘Sorry Timothy,’ Hannah said wrapping an arm around Timothy’s, ‘it was just a joke. Come on… walking with me will dispel any such rumor ya know!’ She giggled, Timothy couldn’t help smiling back at his long time friend.
As they past a booth selling comics, Timothy couldn’t help think about what she said. Despite the glasses, Hannah was attractive (for a NERD… though he was one too unfortunately). Her blue eyes seemed big as saucers with those bifocals on… yet she sported a full, curvy body. Her ample, full breasts pushed her dark blue tunic forward, her slacks accentuating her round, pleasant ass and slim, but not skinny hips and legs (the toy laser blasters attached to her pants). The boots added height to an already six foot tall frame making her an inch or three taller than Timothy. Even her hair – curly black with a weird blue hue – was smooth and silky as it was in a tight bun (two loose strands falling down each side of her face). Hannah was attractive. Yet…
‘What’s up Tim? What’s with the sighing?’
‘Huh? Oh, nothing. Just thinking bout what to get.’ He lied as he scanned the various items for sale – hearing people haggle in English and other languages (mostly alien tongues from the various shows).
Timothy hid a second sigh as he kept walking. Hannah was attractive, yet, she was like him – a nerd. She dated as much as he did – which meant she didn’t date at all either. For her, it was the glasses (not to mention her love of science fiction and her vast knowledge of Physics, Chemistry, and Calculus with a lack of people skills), Timothy knew from his limited experience he didn’t fit the profile of a ‘dateable’ guy as well. Being 5’10, he was above average in height, but not muscular (he considered himself ‘lean’). In fact, he didn’t have a lot of muscle at all, he was a healthy, thin 25 year-old Graphics Artist. His round, nondescript face didn’t strike anyone as ‘handsome’ yet he wasn’t considered ugly. He just wasn’t…
There. Crossing the aisle they were in was a guy many females in New City considered ‘handsome’ and ‘Majorly Fuckable.’ The popular Councilman Jeffery Walsh stood over six feet tall, had short blond hair, sparkling blue eyes that melted many hearts (and cause many a pussy to moisten), with a soft, smooth tan, muscular build, and what he heard, the sex drive of a rabbit with the stamina of a lion. By all standards, Councilman Walsh could have been a model in California – if he didn’t live in small town Pennsylvania. So you ask why he’s at the Convention? The one thing that made him SOOO popular and intriguing to everyone is he LOVES science fiction and fantasy – yet he was considered ‘cool’ and ‘hip.’ To Timothy it was not fair, he loved science fiction too. Just because he wasn’t tall, muscular, had fantastic looks, a winning personality, considered cool…’Timmy, you’re sighing again.’ Hannah said bringing him out of his thoughts. ‘Can’t find anything you want? Or, did you spot our wonderful councilman and all those reporters a moment ago?’ She laughed softly seeing Timothy’s sullen face.
‘Look Tim, he remembers you – he just cannot say so in public. Remember, he’s trying to run for mayor this year and cannot have the likes of us bothering him k? I have gotten over it…’ Though Hannah’s face also grew grim remembering how Councilman Walsh was one of them at Overland College. Before he began dating the head cheerleader Amy Douglas and became MR. COOL…
Suppressing sighs, they continued their tour of the convention, occasionally buying books or costume accessories – the Pavilion Palace becoming louder and more energized with Councilman Walsh walking around (and buying stuff making the products must-haves for everyone). In the distance they would hear the noise that followed Councilman Walsh – people there were honored to have a politician talk to them about science fiction (though it was for the camera, not cause he really gave a shit bout them).
Walking down another aisle, Timothy looked at the booths not seeing anything else he wanted. He had spent a good amount of money on some collectible action figures, comics (one a popular porno-like comic), and props for his business – though deep down he wanted to at least look at the collection of sci-fi porn. As they continued walking, they past an elderly man sitting behind a booth, an array of thick books in front of him. A particular one caught Timothy’s eye…
‘Hey Hannah,’ He said, ‘Hold up. I want to check out these books.’
Nodding, the duo stood before the man – thinning gray-white hair, wrinkled face, a rail thin frame and hollow, lifeless blue eyes – as they looked at the books. Many looked old, the smell of old paper wafted from many of them as their binds looked frayed and antique. The designs differed depicting epic battles, religious symbols, or ancient, mythical animals (dragons, gargoyles)…
‘What’s this?’ Hannah asked picking one up. It was heavy in her hands, it didn’t look as old as the others. Maroon in color, it resembled a bulky encyclopedia volume more than anything else. The cover was a velvety texture, and the words on it were…
‘Book of Griffen-El: The History of Hoptet-Mi…’ Hannah spoke smiling. Turning to Timothy, ‘That’s a catchy title. Sounds like some epic f
antasy tale.’
‘Who wrote this book?’ Timothy asked the old man.
Looking up at the two, the old man’s haggard face brightened – a semi-toothless grin appearing. ‘It is written by an old group of people – much older than my 70 years – many, many years ago. No one knows their names… just that this book is very valuable.’
‘Or so my gramps thinks.’ Replied someone behind Timothy and Hannah. Turning around, they saw a short, chubby teen boy sporting a werewolf costume sans the headgear (tucked under his arm). His wooly brown hair looked wild and unkept – it resembled the wolf’s head.
‘Gramps always tells that line to potential buyers. It’s just an old book that was in the attic of the house we moved into a few years back.’
‘Where are you from?’ Hannah asked intrigued. Timothy saw her eyes glint behind the glasses and knew she may waste her money on this book.
‘From Cumberland, Maryland – about two hours south of here.’ The boy replied sticking out his hand. ‘I’m Chadwick Sturges, that’s my gramps Gordy… um, Grandpa Gordy Sturges I mean.’
‘Hi. I’m Hannah and this is my friend Timothy.’ She said shaking his hand. Timothy reluctantly shook the teen’s hand also.
‘Now, this book is valuable? So, why sell it here? I mean, shouldn’t you be at some antique auction…’
‘Because none of the ones in Maryland believes my grandpa,’ Chadwick replied shaking his head. ‘His notion that some of the books hold magical properties is ludicrous… look inside.’
Opening the book, both peered at the pages. The chapter headings were in English – albeit from the days of Colonial rule. However, the text…
‘There’s no vowels anywhere in the words,’ Timothy said. ‘How the heck ya suppose to read this stuff with no vowels?’
Chuckling, Gordy replied his voice sounding wet and wheezy, ‘That is how the authors of the text spoke. I believe it’s an old world language – possibly dating back to-‘
‘That’s ok Gramps,’ Chadwick interrupted his voice growing tense, ‘No need to spook potential customers with your theories.’ The teen’s grandfather gave him a cold stare as he quietly sat back. Chadwick turned to Hannah, ‘He has a lot of theories on the books. My parents just want the books out of the house so he could move on. Plus some of them seem weird.’
Timothy had picked on one of the texts also. A grayish-silver one, it was similar to the one Hannah held, but even the title on the cover was in that weird, no-vowel style…
SSKTCHWN FNLND… SPLLS FRM HLMZ-L HPTT-M: CSTS DNST
‘And this book I have, is it written by same group of people?’ Timothy asked, getting this weird feeling from the book (almost sexual in nature).
‘My gramps believe so,’ Chadwick answered, ‘Though he says the one you have is more a book of spells. I say ‘eh’ to it all…’
Feeling the weight in his hand, Timothy kept getting this vibe – no, attraction – to the book. It was if the book was channeling his innermost feelings so he would buy it…
‘How much are these two?’ Timothy spoke before realizing it.
Looking a bit surprised, Chadwick turned to his grandfather. The elder spoke slowly but with more vigor than earlier, ‘For you, I’ll strike a deal. Both books for $150.’
Shocked ran through Timothy. He couldn’t be serious? Yet, his mind could not fight the pull of the text in his hands as he opened his mouth to say, ‘Deal. Hope you take hundred-dollar bills.’
Hannah and Chadwick watched stunned as he pulled out two one hundred-dollar bills and handed them to Gordy. The old man quickly took the money in his skeletal hands, smiling at his grandson. A few moments later, he handed Timothy his change still smiling his semi-toothless grin his grandson’s way. As they were leaving with their new possessions, Gordy waved Timothy closer.
Moving closer, Timothy got a whiff of Ben-Gay, stale bread, and sweat as the old man whispered, ‘Want to warn you: though no one believes me, I consider the book you hold real and powerful. Be careful…’
Giving the elderly man a perplexed look, Timothy nodded, said goodbye to Chadwick, and headed off with Hannah – carrying his new book (which seemed like it belonged to him) – to meet his friends. Meeting them by the entrance twenty minutes later – and buying a porno movie using Hannah’s money – (her teasing, ‘We gonna watch it together later!’), Timothy and his friends retold of their wares before setting out for the minivan and the trip to Jason’s apartment. During the walk to the van and the drive, Timothy held onto the book securely – as if it were a valuable artifact. He didn’t know why, but the book felt right to him… like it was meant for him.
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