Mortal+Deities

 

=MORTAL DEITIES =

'I'm going away for a while.' 'I know a nice little town in the mountains called Harbingshire.' 'Just me.' 'I want to get away from **things**.'

//One Month Later...//

=**'Take a Seat'**=  //**'Let's start from the beginning...'**//

Our story begins after it's conclusion. In the seclusion of a Psychiatric Practioner, a gentleman pours himself a stiff drink. Pressing the button for the intercom he instructed his secretary to bring in the next patient. He sat himself on the leather arm-chair, besides the chez longue or 'couch.' The door creaked open, and a figure stepped in.

'//Welcome Mr. Hunnigan. Please take a seat.'//

//'Now before we start, Mr. Hunnigan, I would like to express, on a personal level, that everything you say here will be taken into the strictest confidence by myself. This is your sanctuary. And as such nothing here can harm you or be used against you.'//

//'Do you care for a drink before we begin?'//

//'I understand. It's always best to express one-self in a sober frame of mind.'

'Now, you told my secretary that you are having problems letting go of a particular incident that occured a month ago... Am I correct?'//

//'Hmmm... I see.'//

//'Before I can make a professional diagnosis - I think I would need to hear the story.'//

//'So, let's start from beginning...'//

=**'An Act of God'**= 'Which one?'

Andrew Hunnigan was a normal man from the big city. //(Not as big a city as Halden itself, but his home town was one of the arteries of the industrial heartland of Greater Emperius.)// An odd turn of events had caused him to vacate the city for a period of time for a holiday. The arguement of whether he was victim of villain had rattled on for ages. Either way, he could not return for a while. As of this moment, he was driving through a typical highland winter. The snow blanketed everything the eye could see and the pitch black of the night limited what the eye could see anyway. He was taking a great risk in traversing the roads now. But still, Mr. Hunnigan's stubborness had triumphed over reason...

Snow rained down causing an eery silence to linger across the land. Being on the road, it would be safe to assume that a great fear of any motorist would be 'black ice' or slippery road-ways. It was this notion that caused Andrew to cast his mind back to his car insurance, which mentioned that his insurers had no legal liability to deal with claims for injuries resulting from pure accident or from an 'Act of God.' Why would God want to cause such harm to him?

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