Sunday, September 10, 2006

Dead Land
Chapter Two: Last Call, Last Stand

The “last call”, was empty. Nothing but shattered glass and wood furnishing was there to see. That and the smell of alcohol all over, it reminded me of those old cowboy movies. Just as I took a step further in, I heard a motorcycle in the distance. Turning around I saw a motorcycle being chased by a semi that was haling gasoline. Before I saw the bike rider, his bike ran into me. I heard gun shots and got up just in time to be a part of an inferno fire. Although I knew about the shot, the gas, and the alcohol; the fire seemed unnaturally strong. I breathed in and my lungs collapsed. The pain was almost soul crushing in intensity, yet I did not die. I watched the debris fall on me, I saw as the fire eventually died after three whole days, an on the last day heard the storm that killed the fire with suffocating snow. I crawled out like a feeble old dog and got the wind back in me with several loud snapping noises. It was weird, before the land was dead, cracked, and depressing; but with this new snow it seemed to revive. What happened next scared the hell out of me. The sun came out, after the clouds of poison and death made the world into a never ending twighlight, the sun came out, like a old friend that came back to see his old neighborhood. I decided to go back to town in case the snowing started again.
The city was alive again too. It was in its prime, from how the people were running around it might have been Christmas. I was stunned, I looked around for some monster or fairy to prove that this was an illusion. What I found was a big screen counting down the New Year, the new year of 2000. This was the year the people thought the world was to end but they were off by a good many years. Since it was a little hard to swallow I looked for some newspapers and asked people some questions. They all said the same thing about the year. Since it was the year it was I decided to relax, finally relax and leave the questions for tomorrow.
The count down woke me with all the people’s yelling. I almost went back to my nap until I saw it. It was a demon, It was looking like it was waiting for something. At the shout of three it pounced. I ran and jumped on him. Out of blind hate I savagely beat him until parts of him were gooey pulp. The remnants caught on fire and quickly consumed any evidence of the demon. I thought to myself, demons shouldn’t be here. Then another thought came, this demon wasn’t a fraction of the strength of other demons I fought. Then from behind me I heard a familiar voice saying, “So, you saw it too.” I slowly turned, It was the ghost girl but something was different about her. I walked to her and said, “Do you know me?” She started to shake with fear and back away. She said, “No, should I….sir?”; “No I guess not” I said as lowered my head. She then got exited and asked, “Was that thing a demon”. I said that I didn’t want to talk about it. She started carrying on about demons and superheroes and I started to walk off. She followed me, getting more energized the more theories she made. I didn’t contribute to the conversation until she asked where I lived. I had no place and was perfectly comfortable with that. She grabbed my arm and insisted I see this place that she said was perfect.
We got to her car, she was apparently older than she looked. We rode for about a half an hour and came to this abandoned movie theater. Inside looked like a yard sale for a Boy Scout troop or retired veteran. She said her dad was a military fanatic before he died. Out of respect of the dead I agreed to stay. Later that night, I realized that I don’t sleep that well so I took a look at the sky from the roof top. I saw in the moon a alien shadow. The shadow got bigger and then I saw it. A scarlet dragon being ridden by a black knight came from the sky then landed on the road leading to the theater. The dragon became a motorcycle in a flash of fire an the knight became a leather jacket biker with a bandana mask. He got to the driveway and dismounted. He signaled me to come down; I thought it wise to comply. His name was Victor Smith, he said he was from a powerful bloodline and so was I. He sent me to the past to prevent the end of the world, that was his family’s power “time”. He said the dragon escaped hell at the Torch and combined powers with him. He also said that my old friend was a witch and may also be of use. He went to leave and I said I had more questions. The bike became a dragon again and whipped me with its tail. Victor’s last words as his dragon started to rise were, “You best start training, you have more power than just invulnerability.”
Witches, vampires, blood line powers, and dragon tamers; I could use the help if I was supposed to save the world. Also if I had more powers than I thought it would be nice to find someone who would know. My best bet was to find the girl again and see if she knew she was a witch. On the way into town I heard the beating of wings. At first I thought it was victor and his dragon, but then again I never heard that dragon not even when it landed. I turned and something swooped in to attack. Out of reflex and blind luck I grabbed it by its throat. It was a pure blood vampire and by the way it was flaying out, it was hungry and desperate. I threw him at a tree and he conked out. I waited a moment then went back on the trail. Then I felt a sharp pain in my side and was lifted up into the air. The vampire was faking me out. He said to me in a horse voice, “You will not ruin our plans”. I grabbed his left arm and ripped it off. He released me as he screamed in pain. “Vampire plan?” I thought to myself as I fell to the ground. I landed face first in the middle of the city. People crowded around me, muttering and such, I got up at sun rise and laughed when I saw I made a cartoony imprint in the concrete. I said out loud while laughing, “He must have been a fast flyer”. I saw the crowd and asked, “Do you know where I can find a college?” They all stared at me like zombies and three of them pointed west.

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