The Lost Treasure Map Series (104 page)

After the
three aliens attacking him outside his house he was unsure what to
think though, and why he never thought it was them that had crashed
there, but he was sure they were somehow connected to it or he had
sustained brain damage and was seeing fantasy alien invasions.

He tried to
connect the incident but could not and knew if he could grasp some
small piece of information that connected the incidents that he
would connect everything, and wondered how he would cure his memory
loss!

Questions were
still unsolved and there were now more, and even worse after his
dream of the alien, the alien invasion, what he had been doing in
London, and how he had ended up in the army in the first place.

He realized
that he should just ignore it all and let time solve the mess for
him, and he should stop wasting his time, but he wanted to find out
what he was like, people he had known, and his real life he had
been living up to the incident. Perhaps even why he was looking for
treasure and why he was so sure that it had existed. Why had they
found that well at the location the treasure was supposed to be,
and why had the information he had given the three soldiers about
it been enough to convince them that there was something there?
Which surely was evidence enough!

The
psychiatrist examined him physically before he left, trying to find
anything that he had missed, and was surprised at his bruises and
the weird places that he had them, and kept questioning him on what
the three alien visitors had done, and examined marks around his
shoulders and showed them to him in a mirror and asked what they
were, and he examined them, and recalled that it had been caused by
the tentacle of one of the aliens when it had thrown him about his
garden!

Chapter 13

The Strange
Discovery

While Cameron stood wearing a pristine
business suit listening to the partying, loud rock music, shouts
and screams, laughs and giggling, from large celebration parties,
he studied Dory, looking like a model on a magazine, with her
incredible black dress, and they made their way to a nightclub.

Everything was perfect, and even he could
not imagine anything going wrong, and it had been a great night but
what still annoyed him was that he did not know what she was doing
at times and it was as though part of his brain would not tell him
what he needed to know to grasp it, and he could not grasp what he
had thought of her before then, and what their relationship was,
but he was entirely glad he had told her what had happened when
they had met.

A powerful rifle blast astonished him and
everyone there, and even silenced the partying, and he gasped and
realized that it could be the gunman back, and he saw where a
bullet had smashed his glass into pieces on a table, and he shot
away as fast as he could towards cover, knowing he, Dory, or
someone else would be killed if he stayed, and he confirmed it when
the next shot landed behind his back foot, and he decided to leave
Dory and the others and to find a hiding place.

The explosions sounded so powerful he
believed the gunman was using some form of high explosive in the
bullets, and realized he could have been nearby and could have been
bad at aiming!

Whoever was after him had to be crazy and
stupid for doing it at such a populated area, with so many
partygoers, and at the same time as thinking it he heard police
sirens blaring out in the city night, racing through the streets to
there, and he realized the problems he could be in if the others
there named him as the target, as they surly would want to question
him!

He could not realize who was there trying to
shoot him and just accepted that they were, and in the distance
behind him he spotted a police car with a bright flashing light and
blaring siren arriving at where he had been, and gasped at the
distance he had shifted from there and at the speed he was racing
away at, and realized he had actually become faster and was running
far faster than world record speeds, and he tried to explain it but
he could not and tried to work out how an accident that made him
lose his memory and end up in a field could alter his body. The
hospital check ups he had attended had not shown anything and he
even wondered if he was imagining it, and wondered what would
happen if he proved it to one of them and if he would get an answer
on what it was.

For a long time he saw he was following
roads and lanes, and somehow recognized them, and was going
somewhere and he just remained going, to get as far away from the
gunman and to answer what his body was actually doing, and his
speed seemed to increase and he knew that there were no real
populated areas where he was going, and he was surprised at the
faces of the few people that he raced passed, who stood talking and
only saw him flash passed in the darkness like an
hallucination.

Where the hell was his body taking him? It
was as though he was possessed by something! He left it, determined
to discover what it was, and tried to work out why someone wanted
to shoot him or do something! As far as he was concerned there was
nothing to kill him for and he did not know anyone that did! It and
the coldness made him cringe, and blindly rush on into the dark
night, getting lost in the large city.

Away in the distance he heard a loud
explosion blast out from something and wondered what it was and
ignored it, and wondered if he was going to survive!

He realized it might be a hidden survival
part of him released, with special survival powers, and it would
have been used by him in the wilderness to get him away from
trouble, and that he would have survived dangerous confrontations
in the wilderness with wild animals, and he wondered where the hell
it was taking him and if he would be left out in the middle of
nowhere, without any hotels or transport, but there would have to
be something there with a phone or taxi, and he wondered if it was
the drink driving him mad or something but he ignored it as he had
never heard of that before and it did not entirely fit in with
things.

At one point he seemed to see a dead end
away in the distance and he wondered why he was going there, and
why he avoided other lanes, and when he got near there he stopped
and realized there was a sewage pipe cover and he grabbed it and
rushed down into it and shut the cover over the top of him and he
climbed down a ladder to a sewage pipe below.

For a moment he stood examining it and
removed a key ring torch he kept in his pocket and he seemed to
recognize the sewage pipe for some reason, but he never knew why,
as though his brain had stopped him receiving information on what
it was and why he recognized it, and while he was thinking it over
he decided to start running again and raced off splashing through
the sewage water, smelling the stink, and occasionally wondering if
he had finally gone mad, and if it was a new form of madness where
the person
’
s body took control and ran away to some
destination.

Even though the party had been great and the
night wonderful he just went along with it, and to find out where
the hell his body wanted him to go and do.

He wanted to test himself and started
thinking of the gunshot, and realized his speed never altered!

Why would the person or persons go to such
lengths to kill him? What could possibly be here? What could be
here in such a desolate place?

He thought of him being killed to try to get
a reaction and studied his speed, but none of it altered
anything!

He decided to do the complete opposite and
realized that nothing had happened and that there was nothing to
prove that the person was not just trying to scare him for some
reason and that he only looked like someone else that he was after,
and if he showed himself to him that he would realize he was
someone else and ignore him and leave him.

Yet no matter what he thought it still
remained and he even realized that he could not control his body
and it running, and wondered if it was like what horses at races
were like and he recalled old accounts of horses dropping dead from
exhaustion from people forcing them on and on.

His body suddenly stopped running and he
wondered if his body had arrived at its destination for the night,
down at the bottom of sewage system, and he was surprised that his
body turned and he rushed into another sewage pipe and rushed along
it towards somewhere, and he eventually reached a sewage pipe going
upwards and started climbing a ladder on it towards somewhere, and
gasped at wondering where he might end up.

He suddenly came to a dead end and examined
lots of small toilet pipes leading into it and turned and saw a
sewage pipe cover on the side of the sewage pipe lower down and
unscrewed bolts from it and removed it.

He was surprised that it entered a
basement, and in the faint light he realized it was the cellar of a
business or someone
’
s building, and he found some old stairs
going upwards, and he realized that they had hardly been used in a
long time and that there were some recent footprints made with the
same shoe marks, and he climbed up the stairs and found that
someone at one point had cemented a slab of concrete over the top
of the stairs and that someone had smashed it in to get into it and
had covered it over with another new concrete slab, which he was
able to push up, and he entered another cellar that was clean and
being used for the storage of modern things.

He realized the bottom basement had been
hidden away, under the concrete slab, and that someone had found it
and had smashed it in to get into it, and replaced the new concrete
slab over the top, which looked the same as the other concrete
slabs.

He went back down and placed the slab back
over the top, making sure it fitted perfectly in and adjusted it
until it looked normal, and climbed down the stairs to the bottom,
and started examining the cellar and why it was there and why the
person that had been there had explored it.

The whole floor seemed covered in ancient
objects that had at one point been cleaned of dust and webs and he
examined the stuff and it looked like it belonged to a law court or
something.

He realized little and wondered why the hell
he had gone there!

While he went to leave he spotted something
and started to examine what caught his eye and he realized it was
an old solid metal safe that had been locked and someone recently
had used a powerful drill to open it.

He searched inside it and only found a
few useless documents left and he spotted a piece of paper that had
been attached to some document that had been there and he read it
with surprise as it said it had been Hess
’
s map, and he removed his treasure
map from his inside pocket and realized that they were both the
same age and that the map had clearly been attached to the piece of
paper.

Chapter 14

The New Search

“Where
did you vanish to?” Dory
asked Cameron, and burst out laughing
,
concerned,
peering
through
her
front
door
at him
with a big bright smile
.

“
I
needed the toilet!” he replied, unsure what to say.

She laughed
again and stood looking at him crazily, and brought him into her
living room.

“
You
were
to
contact me yesterday
–
at
my
office!
” she
moaned loudly, trying to get him to realize it.

“
What
happened when I left you and the party anyway?” he asked,
inquisitively.

“
They
phoned the police, and they started questioning everyone on where
it had come from and they traced it to where the person was. They
seemed to think it was just a crackpot playing with his gun!
They’re looking for the person and anyone that saw him!”

Cameron was
surprised and wondered if he was going insane as he could not get
how he could get things so incompatible. He realized now how stupid
it had looked to them and him running away into the distance. Yet
if he had not he would have not made the discoveries that he
had!

“
I think
I found something!” Cameron replied, pointing at his pocket. “I was
running along ... And I found myself in a sewage pipe and in a
cellar where I found an old safe with what could be a treasure map
...”

She
budged and
slowly
studied
his
face over again, and he studied
her tight clothing
trying to realize if she was some form of high class
hooker, but he was sure it was his imagination
.

Yet she was so
surprised about it that she reacted authentically, wanting to know
more and sounded as if she meant business.

“
I think
I’d better start over ...” she replied, wanting to explain
something firmly, for him to remember. “You did tell me of the
treasure map previously! Before you left and ended up in the army
... And I was helping you find information!”

“
Can I
ask you a question?” he replied, examining her sincere face, and
she nodded in agreement.

He examined
her and wondered why he could not remember more. After he had
realized his body not only had a will of its own and actually took
him to places he had made discoveries in the past, and he wondered
if some part of his brain had become disconnected and was trying to
discover other ways of sending information to him.