Creationists: Rescue Ch. 2

When Aslan woke, his head was foggy.
His first thought was, I'm Arnold Jackson.
His second thought was, I'm Aslan Novak.
His third thought was, We're all Aslan.
The last thought seemed to ring true.
Aslan took a look as his surrounds, and saw his room was older. Green and purple striped wallpaper covered the walls, and above him was a mounted candelabra. He looked to his left and saw nothing, but to his right was a man. With a gun that-while it didn't equal to Alain's enormous handcannon-was dangerous nevertheless.
"Hello, Aslan." He said, then drew in from his cigarette.
"Uhm, hello?" Aslan sounded weak to his own ears, but tried to put on a brave front. "Who are you?"
"Doesn't matter. What matters, is how you're here."
He struggled with the vast number of memories that kept buzzing in his head. They didn't scream they were right, but they seemed to overlap somehow. Quickly, he came with a response. "I came from the other side. My name was Alain Westock."
"No, it wasn't. There wasn't a Doppelganger of you on either side of the Axis. As a matter of fact, there was a Doppelganger of you on every side of every world except the Axis worlds. And you couldn't come here, unless you had a Doppelganger here. So I'll ask again," He waved the gun for effect. "How are you here?" He let silence drift into the air, then broke it swiftly. "Give a good answer, or this gun shoots that foot." He pointed to his right foot.
He wasn't sure what would appease this armed man. He seemed dead-set for an answer that wasn't there. But then Aslan had a thought. Maybe it's still there... He reached into his left pants pocket, and groped for an object he hoped beyond hope wasn't lost between Alain and himself. And his fingers met it's gold metal. He pulled it out and showed it's cover to the man. His eyes visibly widened.
Before him was a golden pocket watch, with a dove engraved on the face, with wreaths on the border, in a mock gesture of peace. The man, whose name he had not yet spoken, had seen this specific object many times. In many worlds. But only in one pair of hands. "Where in the worlds did you get that?"
"From a man named Kraven." Aslan said, but with more authority than he thought he could muster.
"...I see. Explain yourself." He set the pistol, small and meek as it looked, on the bedside table. It was now closer to Aslan than to the original wielder, but the original wielder believed now that it would've done little good anyways.
"I used to be someone named Arnold Jackson, and was approached by Kraven. He used this watch-I think-to send me into the body and mind of Avery Wesson. Then, I was approached by someone who called themselves Lylah-"
"Lylah?" He sounded shocked. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Continue."
"Who said to get a key, and use it to cross into the flipside of that world. I got into someone named Annabeth... something. I can't remember the whole name. I then met Leon, Lylah's form in that world, and they sent me after Kraven with the key-sword in hand... I got the watch, and began travelling." He was trying to focus on what exactly happened during his travels, but he couldn't. "I eventually reached one door that led to... Heaven-no, that isn't right." He struggled with the memory like a flame struggles against the winds. "It was called something else. The Ultima, I believe."
"The Ultima?" He knew that name well. Most in his realm of knowledge-which, honestly, most characters of this story consist of that realm of knowledge-would know of the Ultima. Though, they typically found it to be the Axis of the Worlds. He knew better though. But he'd never heard of someone actually beholding it.
"Yes. It showed me a door, and when I walked through... I was on the other side. There was a lot of destruction... And then, I pulled myself over to here."
"Nonsense. You can't simply pull yourself through a world. You need a tool, or a door. A tool like the watch."
"I didn't use the watch, I remember my last few hours in Alain's world clearly. I pulled myself through."
The man sat, pondering this for a moment. "You never said what happened to your key."
"Every time it opened a World Door, it got used up. By the time I got to the Ultima, it was gone."
"Then how did you open the door?"
"I just.. I just did." Behind his golden lenses, Aslan's eyes shifted uneasily.
"Come with me, you may be able to help." He rose, leaving the pistol behind. Aslan followed him through the door, and the last thing he said on the matter, was his name. "And my name, is Gairel."

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