"Don't stare at me like dummys, bow to you Lord."
The professor looked hastily at the lover boy. thlover boy was emotionless. Twas very obvious. He had fear scribbled on his face and couldn't even be bold enough to hide it.
"Is this some psychopath that barges into ones privacy and even demands for respect?"
He said to the boy sharing halves of his gaze between the creature on the TV and the lover-boy.
The man in grey suit couldn't give a reply. He wasn't the master of his own ship at that moment. All he could do was shiver. The table could testify to how afraid he was.
"You, stand."
Everyone in the restaurant looked at themselves at that. The monster had ordered, but they had no idea to whom he had spoken.
Like twas some upfront practice, they all looked at the TV screen at the same, and saw the left hand of the monster reaching out of the TV screen and pointing at the professor.
Some ladies gasped. Some covered their mouths. Some mothers covered the eyes of their wards.
There was even a grade 11 high school student who was on a date with her boyfriend in the restaurant too. She had emptied her bag and buried her face in it. She was peering at the monster through the two little holes at the base of the bag.
The professor stood up. The monster withdrew his hand. The TV screen didn't crack neither was there any malfunction. That was some magic to remember.
The professor wasn't jumpy, neither was he afraid. He had said to the lover boy before he stood up,
"At last, I got noticed by one of our ancestors."
The fellow wanted to ask him what he meant by the ancestor thing but time had skipped.
"You'll exercise the little Knowledge you have at every stop?"
The monster questioned him. He was everyone's centre of interest. He loved it. He had always wanted it. That was the sole reason he had been wanting to be best independent professor ever.
He smiled. The man in grey suit wanted to tell him to be sane. He wanted to tell him to use his brain that he was speaking with some monster. But the fellow remembered what talking meant. He would be stood up too.
He would do all he could to avoid that. He wasn't as gutsy as the professor.
"I'm a professor. A professor of Arts and Common sense in the Department of illusion at the boulevard of the world. Do not try to understand. I'm a self-made professor. And believe me when I tell you, I'm better than every professor trained by stereotypes."
He stopped talking. The Highschool girl for the first time brought her face out of the bag and chuckled. She was amused by the confidence of the professor even despite being under such terror.
"Propound a formula for equation of your misery."
The monster pointed at the erection of the professor from back screen and immediately, the professor was stark naked.
"Oh my! Motherfucker!!!"
He turned to the man in grey suit.
"Your suit, your suit."
While trying to get the suit of the lover boy, some lady cougars present there wanted to see how heavy he was down there.
The mother of the annoying boy who had taunted the lover boy covered his face. He shouldn't see the nude of someone who was old enough to be his father.
The noise went on for long till the professor grabbed the suit and wounded his waist around it.
Peace met with the scene again as everyone restored their gaze on the giver of the amusement. Seemed more like the Cinema.
There was a boy, probably some social media freak who was at the end of the restaurant. He had his phone streaming a live video of all which was happening.
Then at once, the boy felt himself leaving his chair. His bum was no longer to the hard surface. It seemed more like he was sitting on the air.
Then he went up and up and was floating in the air. He was higher than the chair and the table at that moment and his phone still had the position it held.
He was afraid. Sore afraid but was glad that he was live. One of his followers would go ahead and call any of the nearby police station.
Everyone turned to him. They did what they thought best, as their instinct dictated to them. Some screamed, some gasped, some shouted, some cussed, but none could run out. The door had been locked.
He floated past all the people who were before him and past the professor too. The professor wore a bold face. He seemed not to be intrigued. Like he had seen lot more than worse. All his concern was being the centre of interest once again.
The monster then flickered the finger closer to his left thumb and the phone left the hand of the boy.
"Mommy, I wanna go...."
The urchin who had taunted the lover boy wanted to finish up his contention but his mother covered his mouth.
The monster lost concentration and looked towards the direction of the voice.
The young, plus hot mother of the boy had her heart in her mouth. Her heart was doing some crazy palpitations. She felt like she was going to quake. She had no idea what the monster would do.
Then the monster walked closer to the screen then walked out of the screen!
Wtf! All the people scrambled off. None could run out, hence their confinements and ridiculous stances.
Some hid under the table. A supposed granny held firmly unto a seven year old boy who she was supposed to be his granny. Obviously it should be vice versa.
"Lord have mercy."
The old woman breathed as the monster walked past her.
The monster was like a human, only that he had the skin of a cheetah for skin. His legs were human, wide and with seven toes. The left hand had seven fingers too and large cum long claws. None could see the right hand, twas tucked in his vest.
His head was heavy but covered by a helmet obviously made from crushed horns, but his eyes were fiery. None saw his teeth, he could speak without revealing the set.
He got to the front of the mother of he urchin and breathed. His growl was like the roar of a lion. Tamed and seasoned though.
He reached for the boy, picked him up and turned to leave.
The mother, lit by the passion of childbirth, wanted to hold him but held the air. She tried again, but couldn't. She couldn't lay her hands on the monster. Like he was untouchable, but could be seen. More like a ghost. But the monster felt realer than a ghost.
"Help my boy!!"
She screamed, but no one could do anything. All were more like numb and clueless. The mainstream of spiritualism.
She ran after the monster and fell many times. Before she could get to him, the monster had hopped into the TV screen again.
She tried doing the same but she almost broke the screen.
Some people rushed to hold her back. She bit some she could but she was later tamed.
The social media boy was still in the air and his phone was still floating before him.
The monster put the urchin where they could all see him. He spoke pointing at the phone,
"The likes of those up there would be destroyed soon. Get rid of everything as such as those things which looked much like it. Get rid of them or be crushed alongside them. Our machines would come to carry out the task. I was once your ancestor."
At once the phone melted in the air and became a fluid which dripped on the carpeted floor. Several tiny hollows like pores were made in the floor and the restaurant quaked heavily.
The monster at once vanished with the boy and the TV set melted too into the fluid.
Everyone started trying to find their route while the door opened.
The professor tried to talk but none had regards for him, not even the man in grey suit.
Even if they wouldn't pay attention, he spoke into the air as he watched them all walk out,
"He is one of our ancestors. He came to warn us to do away with technological products but I don't care. I have few potions to work with and rituals to make. I'll be safe even if T2s arrive on earth. If you're by my side, come over here."
He quit shouting and looked down. But before he could raise his head, one, two, three and more people started joining him, including the crying mother of the boy.
When he discovered that he already had followers, he flexed his wits,
"I need a cloth firstly."
He watched his sudden subjects scramble around for a pair of cloth for him.
He didn't know what to do yet but he would when he read the Dark scrolls.
How heavenly twas being a master.
He heard sirens blaring in distance. They've got company.
He called at his subjects,
"Forget the clothes, let's go."
He walked down the path hastily, whoever was caught should swim in his loo.