IMAGINATION'S PLACE
FICTION

A BARGAIN'S A BARGAIN!
By; Gerald A. Polley

The Ancient One and his companions flew far to the east of their homeland. They again entered into the mountains where the Darkness dwelled.
"What are we doing here?" The Ancient One's male companion muttered.
"Gotta pay a debt," The Ancient One answered, "fulfill a promise."
From out of the darkness before them an old man came. But he was not alone. There was a younger man and a young woman with him. But they were hideous, twisted, scarred, covered with wounds and sores.
The old man smiled at The Ancient One. "Punctual, as always!" he remarked. "The two I bargained for." "Good!" The Ancient One answered. "If you'll excuse us, we must go get it done. There will be other bargains as I promised." The old man nodded.
"Durga!" The Ancient One snapped, "Take the man and follow me. Hold onto his clothes, only. Don't touch his flesh. Ax Man! Bring the woman, Same instructions."
"Must I?" The Ax Man moaned.
"You must!" The Ancient One answered. He took wing. His companions seized their burdens and followed after him. They went to the west, into The Ax Man's territory. They descended into a major city and entered a hospital. Traveling through its corridors they entered a room where a young woman lay on a bed, breathing with the assistance of a respirator. "As you can see," a doctor was saying to several people standing in the room, "there's no brain activity. She's quite dead."
A young woman rose out of the body and approached The Ancient One and those with him. A silver cord went back to the body on the bed. She approached the woman and looked at her curiously, then smiled. "Don't be afraid," she remarked, "they're a very good family. It's a very nice body. You'll be quite comfortable in it."
The twisted woman looked at The Ancient One. "We don't wanna be separated," she snarled.
"You won't be for long," The Ancient One answered. "You'll meet in a couple of years and from that point on you'll only be separated occasionally a few days for the rest of your lives. You'll live sixty-five years together. You'll have twelve children, eighty grandchildren. When your journey through life is done all your debts will be paid, all those you have offended reconciled with. When you die you will be joyously welcomed into The Afterlife."
"You promise that?" the woman answered, a little bit more cordially this time.
"I promise it," The Ancient One answered "as long as you keep your part of the bargain. Remember, no drugs, no hate. Break your word and the bargain will be ended. Are you ready?""
"No," the woman answered, "this is gonna hurt. But let's get it over with!"
"Durga! Ax Man!" The Ancient One snapped, "Put your hands on my back! I need every bit of power that we possess for this."
"Why should we?" The Ax Man snapped. "Why should they have what we're denied? Why should they be rewarded when we suffer?" The Ancient One looked at him crossly. "Because we made a bargain!" he answered, "And they fulfilled their part of the bargain. It does not matter if our material agents succeeded or failed, it does not matter our own circumstances. What matters is we made a promise, and we have to fulfill that promise! The one thing we have that ensures that people serve us is that we're good to our word. No matter what, if we make a promise we keep it, good or bad! If you help us we reward you, if you hurt us, we destroy you. That can never be questioned, that can never be doubted. Everyone must know that they will get what they have been promised."
The Ax Man sighed and put his hand on The Ancient One's back. Durga did likewise. The Ancient One reached into the disfigured woman and she gave a hideous cry. When The Ancient One withdrew his hand he was holding onto a silver cord. He joined it to the silver cord coming out of the other woman's body, and snapped off the cord joining her spirit to it. It shrunk into the other woman but she only smiled. "Good luck, dear!" she told the other woman.
The Ancient One extended his hand and a blue beam shot from it, striking the head of the woman on the bed. It lasted only for a few seconds. When it went out the disfigured woman gave another shriek and was sucked into the body. One of the women standing there listening to the doctor suddenly looked at the screen over the bed and her eyes widened. "Doctor!" she cried, "Look!"
The doctor turned and looked at the screen. "My God!" he muttered, "That can't be!" He went over and opened one of the woman's eyes on the bed and looked at it. "Can you hear me?" he asked. "If you can, blink twice." The woman blinked twice. "My God!" the doctor moaned "This can't be! It can't be! Nurse!" he screamed "Excuse me," he told the others,"you have to leave. I'll talk to you as soon as possible. We've got work to do here."
"Come!" The Ancient One snapped. "Ax Man, bring her!"
They returned to their own homeland, to a major city not far from where they lived, and the same process was repeated with the male, with less argument. When they were done The Ancient One opened a portal for the two spirits to leave. Before they went through they took on a form like his. "Damn!" the male said, "Wish we could've stayed! Can we come back?"
"Only if we're assured mankind is going to survive," The Ancient One answered. "There's no sense giving you new bodies 'til we know we're going to succeed."
The man nodded, and he and his companion went through the portal. "Come on!" The Ancient One muttered. "That used most of our power for tonight. But there's still a couple of small things we can do."
"I know you know what you're doing," The Ax Man remarked, "but sometimes it really hurts."
The Ancient One nodded. "Can't argue with that!" he answered, "I most certainly can't argue with that! Come on! I've got a t.v. show I want cancelled."
"Then it probably will be!" The Ax Man muttered, "It probably will be!"
They all took flight into the night.

THE END

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