-An erotique love story

Selected

The New Doctor

ONE

Jon is an ordinary teenager in every aspect. 

 

  Though his looks are unusually spectacular;

 

 he has dark hair and green eyes. 

 

  His nose especially sharp,

 

 just as his chin,

 

 but the cheeks are a little bit round.

 

                      II

  -Do not worry, because you have been Selected!  

 

   The owner of this enchanting Voice seems to be located inside of Jon´s own head, where he´s
crumbled in the barrel which almost touches the mud on the bottom.

 

  He´s startled and afraid when he looks around himself, sees no-one but The Man who dawdles like a bundle on the bank. 

  And the Voice carries on: 

 

   Because you will be our man we shall  make The Man as you call him, but whose name is Halldor and will later on in his life work for his trade´s union, fall asleep and when he awakens in his bed in the morning he won´t remember you at all. 

 

III

        "The Circuit of Life".

         Won't there be anything after death?

   Some believe there isn't, but most "thinking" Icelanders refuse those negative thoughts wholeheartedly.

   Our religious  countrymen believe that there are many proofs of eternal life for true Christians in the blessedness by God´s side in Heaven, wherever it may be located.

  Many people believe that there is enough proof in the Holy Bible, which is really just a collection of traditions and folk-stories written a long time after the alleged events.

lV

 "I had been an A-student all my compulsery years in school and I was third from the top of my class on the final tests, only Greta Pals and Matti Kjartans
were ahead of me.

   I along with my best friend, Guy decided to attend a senior-high school (Menntaskoli) at Laugarvatn, which is a tiny village up in the country;

 along with a few of our schoolmates;

V

    "Just as I´ve discovered later I have the terrible habit of waking up awfully early after a couple of hours sleep when I´ve been consuming  alcohol.   

    In the first daylight of this morning in August I can see where my friends lieing on both sides of me in all kinds of poses;

 two are only half in theirs and Biggi is reverse in his bag.

   By their puffy eyes and drooling mouths  I conclude, that it wouldn´t be advisable to wake ´em up for the time being.

Vl

   A little later Jón is fighting the Northwind of January.

  According to the Beings´ orders he has at last taken up the habit of dressing according to each weather-outlook, just as said before.

   They were getting very tired of his constant sick-leaves.     

    -You´ll jeopardise our planning with your behaviour,  some tone of anger is audible in their otherwise monotonous voice.

Vll

   Fridsemd stands up, adjusts her ears and listenes. 

   -Hva... Fafnir´s home already. 

   They hear how the loud roars from the Scout-jeep infront of the house quiet down.

   -I beg your pardon Jon;

 and then she takes a few light-footed steps towards the lobby.

Vlll

    "Laugardalur (hotspringvalley) is a rural community just above Grimsnes in Arnes-county. 

    Laugardalur isn´t a real valley as such,  but a garland or an inlet into the mountain range between  Mt. Laugarvatn (602 m.a.s.) and Mt.
Efstidalur (627 m.a.s.).

    Further away there is Mt. Miðdalur (681 m.a.s.) 

    The slopes are steep, there are trees far and wide, but  many look badly, because of reckless treatment.

lX

  Sveinn assumes he´s finally located suitable material for his essay, which is supposed to describe the village of Laugarvatn as a school-residence and tourist resort clearly:

  "One can read in Kristnisaga (Christendom´s History), The Literary Societie´s version published in 1858, p. 25, that the Icelanders became Christians in the year 1000 on an assembly (Althingi) by Oxarriver (Axe´s-) on Thingvellir (assembly-fields).

   Everyone should get baptised, and thus it says:   

  "Every Northlander and Southlander were baptised in Reykjalaugu (smokepool) in Laugar-dalur, when they rode from the assembly."

X

    Sveinn, who also lives in Keflavík is quite a likable chap, jolly, everyone´s darling, easy going and well disposed to others.

  He´s rather short of stature, thin, good looking with light-red hair down to his shoulders.

   A great soccer-fan both as a player and observer. 

   Their lives have been entangled somewhat through-out school attendance and soccer participation since they were about seven years of age.

Xl

    -Operator Laugarvatn.

    Good morning, the girl´s sexy voice usually touches the boys´ sensitivity, but not this time.

   -1965, Keflavík.

    -So, so, Loki dear, where are the manners. 

    Anna on the Telephone Station who recognises each voice in her district usually inquires about each and every one of those who happen to use her service.

   What´s bothering you now?

Xll

    -He won´t get away with the yelling at me! 

    Jon´s inhuman stinging eyes put freight into the couple. 

   A silence of fear is hovering over the parents, when Jon prepares for departure, but Fafnir is able to shake himself and ask with a discreet voice:

Xlll

   "Laugarvatnsvellir is the name of grassy fields, 5 - 6 km. west of Laugarvatn.

  Above them stand high Mt. Reydarhvammur and Mt. Kalfstindar on the westside but Mt. Laugarvatn on the north and east-side.

  Through them there´s a much frequented route and usually the travellers either rest there
or camp.

XlV

    Out of each classroom students come running. 

    The crowd streams down to the cellar, where the dining -hall is located.

    As usual the door´s closed.

    Therefore everyone sits down on the floor or in the stairs that goes in circles all the way up to the tower which is on the fourth floor.

    At moments when the food-smell tickles the senses enormously, the hungry pupils sit in all steps.

XVl

    At the same time as the nurse knocks on the door so super gently, Sigmar opens it wide.

  He gives her a sudden greeding-nick with his head pointing at poor Ingvar who´s resting on his stomach in Bjorn´s bed obviously quite tormented. 

   The bed´s owner, who´s also quite tormented but from worries, is sitting at the foot-board.

XVll

    On the twelfth hour they stand outside the room of Loki, who had left his bridge-playing friends around ten o´clock;

 they were used to play this honorable card-game until late hours every night in a small hall that's located between the sleeping-quarters, but on this occasion he´d left early, because he was aiming for a good night´s sleep prior to the mountain-trip with Oddur.

    The door´s locked, so they give it quite a manly knock, just as boys usually do, at the same time as they shout the sleeping boy´s name.

   -Loki...

XVlll

     When Jon realizes that his victim has changed his schedule, his smile widens, where he´s lying in his bed far away in Haholt-street in Keflavik.

  He´s come aware of his almost endless possibilities and abilities on the road to get his goals.

  The Beings don´t suspect a thing;

 he knows because they keep on educating this young Icelander, whom they believe will come of use when the time comes.

XlX

     -Where´s Ingvar, Loki is wondering, where the threesome are standing warmly clothed outside of Kos ready for the cave-journey.

   -He put a hole in his head last night, and won´t be able to come along, Sigmar announces obviously not eager to discuss it any further, for he´s
already started on a walking tour, which will come to  an unsuspecting end.

   The sky´s still completely dark when they start following the road, take a turn up the Gljabakka-road, by the old barn which has been in the slope
longer than the eldest can remember.

XX

    -Well, at last, Loki yells and is not able to hide his happiness when he points his flashlight towards east, where the sun´s light has begun its crawling up the morningsky.

    For quite a while they just stand and stare and witness a wonder of Nature. 

    Observe how the sun changes the image of the environment completely, how the frightening shadows in the lava turn into rough lava rocks.

   -Guys!

XXl

    Jon Jonsson is overwhelmed by his own powers of telepathy.

  He´s lieing in his bed, like said previously as he follows the journey of the three friends, with closed ...


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XXll 

   Tired and sweatty after quite a difficult journey over the rough lava the three companions reach their heading place;

 Laugarvatnsvellir in  Flosaskarð (Flosi´s pass).

    -What an impassable road, Bjorn moans as he catches his breath.

   Well where are these remarkable caves, guys,  he asks just as he lifts his eyes with great effort up at the slopes of Mt. Reydarbarmur which rises 500 meters up to heaven.

XXlll

    From his home in Keflavik Jon Jonsson is watch-ing the single-hearted Sigmar closely, where he lights up the frigid cave with the torch which is rapidly losing its power after the long use in the lava.

    A disgusting grin has taken over in the usually harmless-looking face of the Selected boy, who´s managed with almost incredible prudence to mislead the benevolent Beings.

    He notices how the glimmer of the light dies with the batteries, and how Sigmar starts groping in the dark, trying desperately to find the mouth of the cave.

XXlV

     The very tired friends lie on the grassy field at the root of the mountain, which they aim to climb approximately in Sigmar´s footsteps in a very short
while.

  With enlargened eyes they´re looking at the cave´s mouth in the slope.

  Suddenly.......
 

   -Isn´t that Simmi yelling,  Bjorn jumps up to his feet ready to tackle the mountain.

XXV

    When Jon Jonsson has become quite excited and pleased with himself following the events on the Laugarvatnsvellir, which he´s controlling with
his eyes closed lieing in his quite dirty bed in Keflavik, he´s unfortunately interrupted by a tight knock on the closed door.

   -THE COFFEE IS READY, JON, his mother yells out in the corridor.

  Quite commonly in teenagers´ homes other members of the family usually yell outside the room, before entering or putting a hand on the knob, because most often it´s locked and the teenager doing something he doesn´t want to...

XXVlI

    Jon Jonsson hurries eating the buttered bread with smoked meat and salami, finding it quite delicious with the hot chocolate, which is never on the table but on big holidays.

   Every other day this drink's just called cocoa, but so what Jon is thinking when he pushes his chair out from the linoleum-covered kitchen-table.

   He hasn't any time to bother about this sudden change in his mother's household.

XXVlll

    There´s great anticipation in the air on the junior-college's lodgings at Laugarvatn, because of the intended Beat-ball in the evening.

   Svenni, Gudjon,  Gardar and Holmi have put on their finer dancing clothes already in the middle of this Saturday;

 clean jeans and shirts and assembled themselves in the bedroom of the firstnamed and have started drinking strong alcohol mixed with coke.

XXlX

 As soon as the mother´s asleep, the alleged terrorist Jon Jonsson returns to his pressed down bed (with bedsheets that used to be white but now look grey and dirty), hoping that his guinea pigs haven´t disappeared from the scene.

  Once again with closed eyes and the fingers on his temples he concentrates his mind on the task.

   His breath's sweapt away admiring the landscape as his spirit's taking the shortcut over the country and he recognizes Seltjorn (Dairy-pond), Keilir (Cone), Blafjoll (Blue-mountains) and there he sees the Heidmork (Moor-boundary) and the illuminated
Reykjavik.

XXX

    When Sigmar opens his eyes the cave's mouth is gaping before his eyes.

  Then he´s able to breath freely and stand up, but when he´s going to go out into fresh air everything gets so illuminated that it hurts.

   Whilst he´s standing still getting used to this super-illumination he begins hearing a terrible growl and gnashing of teeth behind himself. 

XXXl

    Jon turns pale when he witnesses the changes that have occurred in his victim ...

XXXll

    Sigmar is suddenly all alone in the dark cold cave, but fortunately he´s able to see some light coming through the mouth.

  He takes a look outside and down the slope and notices where some people are walking towards the mountain with flashlights in their hands.

  Because of the growing dusk he´s not able to see their faces.

XXXlV

    The ball was amusing, eventful and fateful, where some met their mates for life, incl. Loki who met the prettiest creature he'd ever seen. 

    After the dance a few graduates assemble in a good friend and villager's flat, elementary teacher Birkir, who lives on the first floor of the district's
school, the end closer to the junior college.

  As often before he turns out to be an elegant host for the young people who don't really have so many
places to visit when they're seeking variety in their lives.

XXXV

     -How do you do you old boor,  welcomes him the drawling high and rusty voice of Holmi as soon as he enters.

   Its owner having become running high
pissed takes him by the neck, here have a drink, you horny nail. 

    The honeywine tastes unusually delicious, because  Birkir had poured one bottle of strong alcohol into the demijohn for the occasion.

XXXVl

     -Where shall we go to, mamma, Jon asks the ravaged woman, who's taken up the the terrible habit of smoking like a chimney in spite of her son's steady nagging demonstration.

  The filthy smoke goes throughout the house making it utterly impossible for him to concentrate, whilst she's at home with a bloody cigarette between her lips.

  She hardly ever leaves the house, except when she visits Skula-store in the next street, Lyngholt to
buy necessaries such as her tobacco.

XXXVll

     Jon Jonsson junior decides to consult with the Beings.

   He's downcast, when he informs them that he won't be able to serve his role   as one of the Selected, if he won't get money for food and debts of their home.

    The Beings are truly astounded by his speech this time, for they  really haven't even a dog's sense in financial matters or needing money just to be able to keep on living.

XXXVlll

    The Savings-bank in Keflavik, which was founded in 1907 used to be the town´s only financial-establishment for a long time and had only been in two places until it started business on the Sudur-gata nr. 6.

   Into the new building, which happens to be very elegant the bank had moved on June 17 1955, which happens to be the day of Jon´s birth.

   When this story's hero is compelled to go get his first job a few more banks have been founded in
the territory;

XXXlX

    From where Jon´s standing on the highest floor, which has a grey-streaked plastic covering he takes a look around the small hall.

  There´s a counter with a vertical glass, just like downstairs, but straight.

  Working inside are a few people, whom he recognizes from his school-days, amongst them is
Hjortur  a son of the town´s head gardener Grasa-Leifi, and Petra, who lives as a matter of fact with her parents in Haholt-street.

XL

  Up on Laugarvatn the students are very anxious to go visit their homesteads and have been ready since lunch-time on this Friday early in April 1975;

they´re waiting impatiently for the buses of Olafur Ketilsson who´s the monopolist on this route. 

   When the white and blue buses appear and park by the student´s quarters, Nos og Kos most of them come running to get the best seats.

XLl

     When the bus arrives at the small terminal in Keflavik Loki sees where his parents are waiting in their yellow Mazda 616.

  His dad greets him in his humorous way at the same time as he reaches out for the sports-bag with his son´s dirty clothes, which suspect to be washed by his mamma, who´s one of those typical and  necessary mothers, who everybody takes for granted, until they´re no longer there;

 pressed and tightened them.

XLll

     An hour later when she has slaked most of her son´s thirst for information, his mother admits that she´d off and on been in contact with Jon through
Alexander Graham Bell's invention the telephone, purposedly of not losing all contact with this remarkable boy that Jon Jonsson seems to have become.

  Naturally only in her children´s interest.

   Amongst other items she´s discovered in a phone-call to Kolbrun (coalbrown) Jon´s mother, that they´re divorced after almost twenty years of marriage.

     -He got himself some lambchop, she informed me and I could notice some bitterness in her voice.

XLlll

     The night brought quite furious weather;

 great masses of snow and blister.

  About noontime Saturday Loki has lost all hope of his friends joining him for the intended visit, because the snow has made all roads in town utterly impassable.

   The snowstorm became so fierce that the snow ploughs didn´t have any chance fighting the forces of nature this time and were kept inside.

XLlV

    Covered from top to toe;

 wearing his father´s new Yankee-military capote, the same´s long johns inside his jeans that were wide down by his feet and in black boots he´s finally able to make it toward Jon´s home.

   It´s totally unbelievable that a walking-distance that normally takes about two-three minutes took him about half an hour in the very deep snow, when the wind had gone down.

XLV

     Loki stands stiff, like having been hit with a stone in the doorway.

   This room´s like no other he´s seen;

 Jon has blacked out the only window, but above the only light, a lamp on the wall he sees an illuminated picture of a frightening monster.

     -How do you like her;

XLVl

     Loki and his parents are standing by the sink looking out the kitchen-window right at the mother and son´s house.

   The weather has gone down and the rising sun has broken through the skies that are spreading themselves just as were they mad flies. 

    Simultaneously they follow the super-large ice-spear that´s hanging down from the eaves of the house next door.

XLVll

      Fafnir drives the Scout-jeep quite easily on the newly cleaned streets, lastly up the Vesturgata (weststreet), from where the uncleared path towards the fish-hovels and the fence lies.

  Forth and back the powerful jeep presses forward through the high heaps of snow that block the last part of the route.

  The hovels are covered with the frozen stock-fish that supposedly will later turn up on someone´s plate either in Italy or Nigeria.

XLVlll

     -Aren´t you making any contact, Loki,  he hears his mother ask quite loudly, from where she´s stepping her feet, holding her hands around her body in the cold darkness alongside her darling Fafnir, who presses her close to his athletic body. 

      -Has this trip been in vain?

      All of a sudden he comes around feeling the shivering cold himself, where he´s sitting on the cold rock.

Days In a Life   

    Opens his eyes...
   sees the celing in haze...
   runs eyes around...
   everything´s white...
   where am i...
   on a hospital...
   in heaven...
   so weak...
   perhabs the appendix.

   Looking at himself...
   naked on a bench...
   being so thin...
   beings standing by...
   clad in white ropes...
   seem to be doctors...
   aiming fingers and wounds appear...
   where legs and arms adjoin...
   put a ravel in the cuts...
   run hands over and they disappear.

   Sees their faces...

The Impediment Teacher and The Beast

     The principal of the town´s barnaskoli (children´s school) is a fine and kind man.

   One day he made a phone call to Loki, but just as other towners he knew of Loki´s serious accident and besides that he´d heard  of his great progress in the rehabilitation.

     -How do you do, my namesake! 

BROTHERS in ARMS

       Posterior to Super-Dr. Jon Jonsson´s healing me from my crippleness,

 e.g. making me as I was before a wave of accidents had turned me into a cripple;

 spastical, one armed and legged and tongue-tied those further alterations happened in my life, that I began a co-operation with my former enemy,  but in close rapport with various forces percipient to the general public,