THE PRICE OF WENDY

Chapter 1   WILLY GOODWILL stood still, wearing a dark blue beanie and a worn out green jacket, listening to the night. Dogs barked at a distance. He had hoped that there would be no rain; He couldn't stand the rain, the wet cold nights: That could inevitably spell a long sleepless night for him, because all the best places were already taken by the other more established homeless people. He was relatively a new homeless man in the vicinity. He casually felt his broken nose, it was beginning to be caked with dried blood. He was just recently, earlier today, been in a fight with a bunch of the others, the low-lifers, the scums. He knew it would soon swell. He had, on the previous day stood staring at his own reflection at a shop window, wondering who he really was. He seemed to know a lot of things, but how did he get here and where did he come from? Did he have a family, a mom, a dad, or even brothers and s

Chapter 3   FEARING THAT HE had hurt the voice’s feelings Willy added more calmly, “But, are you saying that you were speaking directly by thought to my head? Was I hearing you in my head — is that what you’re saying?” Willy asked still unable to shake off the feeling of bewilderment. ‘Correct!’ Andy finally spoke up. ‘I have always spoken by thought directly to you head.’ And just to clarify the former query Andy stated, ‘I am a formless entity, that’s why you will not see me — but you will only hear me in your head,' Andy added further, ‘Think of a question, any question — and this time don't speak out loud, just think the question in your head.’ “Wow! Okay,” Willy said out loud. At this state it was all too strange and unbelievable to Willy, but he decided to try anyway. He was ready to

Chapter 5   Willy opened his eyes: “Oh, it’s nothing I’m just imagining the heat of the sun, to help get this suit to dry up,” He said; and he found himself staring straight into Wendy’s beautiful, amazing and dreamy-hazel-eyes. She was a bit shorter than him. Wendy must have thought he was crazy. “Go on feel it, see if it’s still wet,” Willy encouraged her. She pinched the jacket’s fabric and gasped, “It’s dry!” and she added, “Where did that blue dust come from? on the fabric of your jacket?” Willy shrugged and said, “I don’t know.” Wendy said, “Here let me dust it off.”  And she dusted it off. A group of young people passed by at that precise moment, one of them coughed and said out loud, “I think I’m gonna develop a flu.” “So, you’re Willy Goodwill,” Wendy said and she smiled at him. “And— you’re Wendy Rivers,” Willy echoed sentimentally, and he smiled

Chapter 7 THERE WAS A LOUD BANG! There it came now – that was it. The bullet was coming — Moe was about to become history.A loud ricochet sounded!“Why don’t you two faggots pick on someone you own size!” suddenly—a totally different angry voice altogether barked just above Moe’s left ear.Moe opened his eyes in surprise, he was still alive!He felt the presence of that someone else standing near him — close, just behind his back, but: Moe cannot see him, he was invisible!But something else totally strange, was right in front of him —Right there in front of him, there was a bright transparent shield made out of pure energy, it was a force field!The two big men were standing there with their mouths gaping open in surprise.The ricocheting sound was the sound of the bullet that had deflected off on that force-field-shield.The tall

Chapter 8   THOUSANDS OF MILES AWAY, in China– Willy found out that he was in– Guangzhou city of the Guangdong province of China. The city was crowded just like any other normal Chinese city usually would. The Orientals were quite busy going about doing their usual daily activities: They were not particularly too keen about a Caucasian man in a neat black suit walking the streets of Guangzhou city. A petite old lady with a yellow wrinkled face nodded at him, he nodded politely back and continued, he would’ve bowed at her but than he remembered he was in China and he was not in Japan. He realized that he was now in a busy market district as people were busy selling and buying, they were trading things like Chinese lanterns, sweet rice cakes and tea along with a numerous assortment of spices and goods. That was when he decided in his heart that he would throw away the culture tube into the sea perhaps, or he would throw it int