6 C Six- A Brief Intermission For Dr.Hezi

During these unholy events dawned one man completely unfazed by the blaring worldwide alarms descending upon Earth's mere mortals. His withdrawing spirit visually casted, as he sat by himself along the sea shores. The "ageless" microbiologist let out a few sighs of relief while staring upward during his listen to the trumpets. Once the sounds concluded, he rose from the fissured rock and mumbled a subtle "Back to work". Heading back toward his '86 Corvette, the broadly built man of few words pondered about his latest analysis dealing with the discovery of gashes in a fabric of time and space he came across seven years prior, which he happily nicknamed: Ports.

Dr.Nick Hezi generally kept his business within his small circle, which only was himself. Millions of people would question his physical appearance and mental power at such an old age, but he always thought to himself as still younger than ever. Many people would concoct conspiracies that Hezi was not from this planet, but instead a true Servant of God, or even Satan's accomplice, just in human flesh. This strapping man never had an ounce of conceited feelings inside of him, and never once stopped to remind the people how important it is to remain at top health, because they would just ignore it and dwell into their fiction conspiracies instead. Nothing under the sun mystified this "god-sent" human, that was until he made the discovery that would change much of humanity's philosophy.

However, not a single word, phrase or expression came out of him about this life altering revelation to anyone. He wouldn't even bother stepping outside of his own home because he was aware that a plethora of curious cats and conspiring "journalists", mostly cougar women, would line up and patiently wait for him to grab groceries from a local market. Dr.Hezi carried heavy intel that would turn other scientists into desk office workers, but that wasn't the only thing that kept him from social parties and gatherings. Building his own lab with implements formed only from pure raw materials he had discovered along the shores close to him, an equivocal Dr. passionately declined everyone, even his own blood, into his home. The only footsteps that has ever stepped into his place was his own. His pure elusiveness brought out people of all religions attempting to confront him about his antisocial behaviors, but not one soul succeeded. The world pondered and disseminated the idea that maybe, just maybe, he absconded from the confronting priests and Dalai Lamas out of total fear. That was until they were greeted and distracted by the Heaven's sounds, ultimately killing off any negative thoughts they held against the calm and collected old man.

Dr.Hezi's studies were full of veracity, privately hidden veracity, somewhat relating to "God's knowledge". The entire motive was to prevent noxious events from taking place upon the world, and Nick did one heck of a job, never taking respite through any of his trauma he had collected through the years. Rarely ever considering himself a potentate person, he was humbled by hardship and devotion, and his resplendent aura granted him a name of "Mr.Holy" by the masses.

   July 7, 1979 was the sacred date of a revolutionary find. At that time of this uncovering he was sixty-two and was considering hanging up the ole towel after forty long, bone-wearying years of heavily dedicated research, sweat and bloodshed. The newest revelation made him hold on to a once fully lit spark to discover any and everything he could possibly cram into his mind. Even though he never felt trepidation towards the One Above All, Nick roamed the Earth wit the upmost admiration for Him and the unprecedented craft he's bestowed. He devotedly read His word every day. Hezi's recently perfectly fitted newly tailored teal dress shirt formed a bending motion as he inched closer and closer towards the multi dimensional slit. He unknowingly found himself in a quandary, gazing his eyes around trying to make out if this event was part of a ruse or reality. Sat before him was an incisively small line that shot straight down. Still attempting to pull back his shirt away from this mysterious force, the Dr. allowed a few gasps out of his usually quiet mouth. Abruptly, the short line grew larger, multiplying its width. Glowing in Nick's eyes were a superfluity of abstract illusion-like planes of darkness and bright lights which swallowed his mind and body simultaneously, appearing like a veneer. All of this happened in a matter of a second, but to him it felt like ethereal eons. Once the moment concluded, the now naked brainy brawn felt like he experienced a new world, or even multiple ones. The only few words divulged from his hairy lips were, "what the hell".

    To forestall anyone else from finding this astral gateway, the clothe-less man created a quick sign, a sign that only he could read, a sign only he could view from miles away, and he created it with glowing algae found along the crevices of the withering stones. The sign read a combination of letters from Arabic, French and South African languages. He painted the words with his long, Heavenly crafted brown fingers, rushing himself to get them unto the large craters so he could jot down his new discovery back at home. Not a single thought of putting on clothes crossed his mind, but instead a surge of excitement scattered through his tall frame. The sun's extremely beaming rays on that day had seemingly no effect on his performance to create his signal of what he would describe: "meeting God".

  For the moments he had during the car ride, his soul and mental state felt as if he was being forcefully meshed together, but he heavily concentrated on returning to his awaiting home to store this newly found plane of existence. Inside his house stored generations and generations of information collectively placed into a technology that was unknown to the normal eye, however this is undoubtedly other-worldly and tiers above basic human knowledge. And it all flows through Nicholas Hezi's cranium exclusively.

   The closer the doctor made his way home, the heavier the astral force weighed on his body, which brought a light physical, painful feeling. Parking his car horribly into his own freshly cut grass, Hezi rushed into his cabin-esque home through the back entrance, which was heavily guarded by stone and titanium infused walls standing as tall as thirty feet with surveillance cameras, hand built by yours truly. Minutes later, Nick began to storm up heavy coughs caused by heavy strain on his chest. He gave his all to attempt to make it up his wooly, spinning structured staircase to his awaiting desk, but the dawning pressure was too immense for him to move even a muscle. Pondering about how maybe he was drawing his last breaths on his own stairs and how unchallenging of an end to his life would be, a string of memories, memories he had never experienced, harshly sunk into his sweating noggin. Gasping for air while confusingly enjoying the transcendental experience, the moment quickly ended just as it began, similar to the instant feeling the naked man obtained about about an hour ago. "Hell on Earth will be raised..." the winded doctor mumbled. "All Hell... All Hell..." "On Earth..."