Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Chapter Three: Box of puzzles
The college was three hours away on foot but I took seven hours because of some old “friends”. I saw a demon on the first street and he was pillaging a gas station. He saw me before I could get to him and let out a loud screech and went back to his business. A demon’s screech is his distress call apparently, because five of his buddies came out of hiding and came at me. First three attacked while the other two were toying with the pumps. Then all five were on me in a dog pile, each one attempting to crush my bones. I got the smell of gasoline, and no doubt the demons knew what it was for. I was full of pain and anticipation when something most fortuitous happened. I taped my hand on the concrete under me and saw a light. It was like a ball of light in my hand. I swung my arm upwards and the light flashed into an explosion. The blast surprisingly didn’t ignite the gas but it took out one of the demons. The gluttonous demon saw this and came sprinting after me. I thrusted my hand at his face and his head exploded on contact. The remaining demons got scare and started running. I wasn’t about to let those damnations escape so I chased after them. I chase them for about thirty minutes each; sadly I couldn’t do the light trick again so I had to kill them the hard way. Afterwards I went back on my path and saw that some one ignited the fire at the station. Who ever it was they were still there. I saw the shadowy outline of some maniac laughing his head off. Then the police came. The maniac was gone and the station was mostly gone. The cops told me to hold still, but I had more important things to do. The cops had cars and I had worn out shoes so it took me a few hours to get rid of them and I managed to find the college. The college was closed but I didn’t need it to be open to do what I needed to do. It took me only a minute to break the door down. Once in I looked in the file cabinets to find my mystery girl.
I didn’t find anything relevant to my search so I took it out on the college furnishing. I was looking through those files for five hours so obviously I was frustrated, but I underestimated my own strength and I took two walls down. I decided to leave. The college was all I had so I decided to go back to the theater and wait for her. There I’ll ask some questions and get some rest. I waited at the theater for eight days; I could not sleep for one second. At the ninth day she drove up in red car wearing only red and black, I thought that was suspicious. I approached her calmly, something about me scared her. She pointed out I was badly scarred. I eventually ordered her to ignore it after her annoying thousand questions. I asked her to tell me her name and she wouldn’t tell me anything other than this alias of Little Red. She asked me my name and a memory flashed of the writing in some laboratory, “Baal” I said. I then talked to her about Victor but left out the time traveling bit, for reasons of my own. She reaction was as expected, a burst of positive energy.
I was so tired of her optimism, that when she left in enthusiasm to train, I decided to leave the theater permanently. That memory flash disturbed me a little so I got to thinking hard while walking. I was thinking so deeply that I didn’t see or hear the bullet train. I turned and saw lights. I jumped thinking it was a car and I can easily jump a car. I saw the train back from above and just stopped. I hovered for ten seconds in mid air. Then it was a painful live pinball game, mauling my body with the gaps between cars. I didn’t feel any major pain so I carried on. Two miles down track, my interference and some technical problems with the brake, caused the train to cut thought the woods’ mighty trees leaving a thick smoke to guide me back to it.
The train didn’t contain anything worth inquiring about, but I seemed to be familiar with the insignia on the side. I looked in the engineer’s control room and saw a map on a computer screen. It was delivering medical equipment to a place called Freedmen city. I didn’t have anywhere else to be so I followed the track. Two weeks on foot and I had a suspicion that I was being followed but nothing gave me a sign to prove it. Freedmen City, even the name made you feel good but the city itself couldn’t be more of a slave camp. It was a uber modern and everyone seemed to be on a tight schedule. Me, looking like I just got out of the war zone, people avoided me without subtlety. In the city I saw my stalker, it was Victor and he looked really ticked off. I decided to find a building with the insignia an lose him in it.
I couldn’t find it and traffic was thinning out. He would have me in a few minutes and I wasn’t going to risk whether or not he wanted to fight. I saw a business building and went in. I was checked for weapons but other than that they really didn’t notice me. The building was standard high class living and I took the elevator to stall for time. I thought I’d ride to the top and walk down and if necessary jump out a window. I got to the roof and Victor’s dragon was searching the city only 12 feet separated me and it. I ran to the stairs and when I got all the way down I saw two doors, one to the lobby the other door was black glass with the insignia in red; the very same insignia I was looking for. I thought to myself, “This is way too covenant.” I turned down my opportunity and went to see Victor. Something went horribly wrong when I went to the lobby. The air was thick like steam, time around me was in slow motion, and I couldn’t stop seeing double. My muscles where on fire I was forced to stagger and when I got out the door I pasted out. I slept, then I dreamed; I dreamed that a giant serpent was fighting a pack of dog. I slipped into consciousness, I felt light; like I was in water. There was a loud pop and I fell down for a long time. Then I saw a light at the bottom. And in a rush of steam I was expelled out of a tunnel onto a white empty lab room. My clothes were changed, from Norseman meets hobo to scuba suit meets Superhero spandex. There is something I saw that caused me a heart attack but I blocked it from my mind and the last thing I remember before the memory whipe is the writing on the wall, “BAAL37”

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