Well…..there is another idea

Do you ever write something, and think to yourself, where on Earth did this idea come from? It seems to be happening frequently to me, as I try to keep my creative juices flowing. Either that or I’m in a state of creative overflow. I guess it could always be worse.


In silence moved to the back of Restir, taking a seat at a small round table. Ignoring the disgusting smell of cigarette smoke, and piss that lingered in the air, as I observed. Enjoying the experimental jazz music that was playing through carefully hidden ceiling speakers. Disregarding the bar’s other customers, focusing my gaze on my target. Watching the strange man sip a black bubbling drink in a short clear glass, at the bar. Two other clear glasses rested upside down on his left side, the black drink still sticking on the sides in small spots. Hiding parts of his face under a wide-brimmed black cowboy hat. The raised red collar of a long black trench coat hid what remained. Knowing with certainty that he was armed with at least two handguns, several short knifes, and the Marsekoh blade I was after. I didn’t know why my client wanted it, but, considering how much he was paying me I didn’t care.

A short, narrow-waisted waitress approached me. Dressed in short eggshell white button-up dress, with a black and red belt around the waist. The dress fell from her shoulders enough to reveal the tufts of her breasts. Narrow blue eyes peered down at me through rose red glasses. With a flirtatious smile, she handed me a menu, before running her hand through her short dyed blue pixie haircut. She smiled before another customer called out for her, forcing her to walk away. If I wasn’t on the job, I would have considered flirting with her. Setting the menu aside, I resumed my observation.

After I saw him down his fourth drink, I got up. Lightly pushing people aside, as I approached the bar. Taking a seat next to my target, lifting my phaser without revealing it. As he watched the bar-bot make his fifth drink I made my escape plan. With a slight turn, I pushed down on the trigger. Releasing three short burst low energy plasma, intending to stun him. His body began to unsteadily shake as he fell to the ground. A surprised look on his face. Reaching down I quickly grabbed the Marseketi blade from the right side of his waist. Sprinting into the kitchen, almost colliding with one of the cooks. Pushing him aside, racing towards the back door. Running through the door, before jumping off the edge of the delivery dock. Feeling the exhilarating rush as the air pushed around my face. Letting the air expand the gliding flaps that were custom sewn into my coat. Slowing my fall some, allowing me to navigate through the resting traffic of flying cars. Being careful to avoid a collision and the seemingly endless array of surveillance cameras that littered the city. Hoping the Obscura tech was working, as I made my way to the bottom of this colossal metropolis.


As always comments, are welcome. Thanks for reading.

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Random Musings #7.9

Previous entries: Random Musings #7, Random Musings #7.1, Random Musings #7.2, Random Musings #7.3, Random Musings #7.4, Random Musings #7.5, Random Musings #7.6, Random Musings #7.7, Random Musings #7.8


Raising my group after a quick breakfast, I sat down across from Martin, Beth, and two other members of Martin’s group. Max sat on my right, Beth on my left.

Martin said “The storm has passed Jack, which puts me in a perplexing situation. Without your groups’ assistance, last night would have had a severely bleaker outcome. For that everyone in my group is incredibly grateful. Yet I gave you a verbal contract about sheltering your group, and I have fulfilled it. Which makes it your priority to leave, completing your half of the agreement. However, after a late meeting with my advisors, I have a proposal to make on behalf of my group. While you will be told shortly what that is, I’m most curious to know your plan when you choose to leave.”

Glancing over at Beth, before switching my gaze to Max, for a brief moment. Looking at Martin, I asked, “How much have you heard about Quietus, through these barricaded walls?”

Martin responded “Much and yet very little simultaneously. I believe people exaggerate what they hear through whispers and white noise radio, the apocalypse just amplifies it. If the rumors are to be believed, this place is where humanity has taken its final stand. Some place where the snow is filled with snow, hope, and gunpowder. For a place seeking to preserve humanity, I’m curious to know why they reveal as little as possible about it. I imagine there is more to it than that, but that is what I believe.”

I said “Fair enough. That was where I was hoping to lead my group before you encountered us. I would prefer to continue the way there if we leave. ”

Martin said “Interesting Jack,” scratching his chin a little. “The proposal I offer extends to everyone in your group, but that will only be once. Out two groups merging, becoming a fellowship of sorts. Your group will have to work and defend this hospital like mine does. That being stated, Max and you would be given leadership positions, and spots on my council. Keeping things running smoothly, as everyone gets used to having more people around. I will give you two hours to think it over, among your group,” standing up. “Everyone in my group please follow me out. Send everyone from Jack’s group in for their private discussion,” walking out of the room. Followed quickly by the two members of his group that sat beside him.

Beth lingered behind, as my group slowly made their way inside the room. Making me wonder if she was going to follow us if we left. Trying to fill the parental role for Jet and Jillian.

Random Musings #7.8

Previous entries: Random Musings #7, Random Musings #7.1, Random Musings #7.2, Random Musings #7.3, Random Musings #7.4, Random Musings #7.5, Random Musings #7.6. Random Musings #7.7


Following the sound up the stairs, at a breakneck pace. Trying not to trip on our own feet in the process.  Wishing I had my gun on me as I pushed on the door leading to the roof. Seeing three of the predators were on the roof alive and to more dead. Taking turns to fire on them from the limited cover. Keeping them at a safe distance. The creatures didn’t seem to notice us, as they were bombarded with bullets and rain.

Somone I didn’t recognize, waved us over. Sprinting over the slippery rooftop, I made my way over. The others following quickly behind.  A large scoped rife was forced into my hands before the creatures were pointed at. Making the fire motion with his fingers, before resuming to fire. I didn’t recognize much about the rifle, but it looked military.

Relying on outdated military training I did my best to line up the weapon properly. Feeling around for the bolt release and trigger. Gripping the bolt release carefully, I pulled it back releasing a spent cartridge. Letting the bolt go forward by itself. Peering down the scope, keeping my eye a few inches away.  Taking careful aim, knowing the wind could move the bullets intended trajectory. Finding a decent shot at the creature on the left side of the roof. Holding my breath, I fired into the monster’s neck. A little right of where I aimed. The creature growled deep in pain, before boldly charging forward. Letting its dark green blood leak down its body in the process. Chambering another round, I readied myself to make another shot.  Before I could fire the creature slide forward, landing on its neck hard. Releasing a loud crack as the monster’s neck broke.

The other two monsters’ released a fierce-some high-pitched howl, as their wings sprouted out of their backs. I could tell if that meant they were fleeing or doing something else.

Before they could manage to do anything I quickly fired another round. Aiming for the wing in an attempt to keep them grounded. Either one escaping would be dangerous. The others seemed to follow my idea, as the one I hit starting falling back to the roof. Quickly chamber another round I did the same thing to the one still aloft. Releasing another howl, as it began slowly plummet. Laning with a thud, that kicked up a circle of water.

Without fully realizing it, I managed to fire four shots in rapid succession. Wounding them once more, before killing them with a second shot. Believing so anyway, since I had seen these things take a lot of bullets before being killed. There were vulnerable parts on beneath their armor like skin.It seemed biology failed in shielding any joints, and the wings from what I noticed. Maybe these things had different stages of their existence.

The rain continued to pound the roof as everyone returned inside. Drenched, tired, and yet reeking of gunpowder, fear, and adrenaline. The scent following us down the stairs. Hopefully not infecting the air, with its odorous mix. A disposal method would have to be agreed to if the storm ever lets up.

Finally, we enter the door to the third floor. Martin somehow managed to get ahead of everyone. Hobbling toward the center of the room, as if it was his personal stage. I had to admit the man was highly charismatic.

He waited for every member of both groups to be in the room before clearing his throat. “The storm brought the abominations to our door and we repelled them. Yet, we were not alone in this endeavor. With aid of strangers, we managed to push the creatures back, before eliminating them. Granting us a brief respite as the storm continues to rage on. If we need their help again, we may not have time to fetch their weapons. Which is why I will allow them to hold on to them, ” receiving a mix of cheers and boos after saying that. “Yet, at the same time, two of those strangers managed to bring two of our own back to us. Along with valuable medical supplies, from beyond the quarantined door. Now some of you may have your suspicions about them, but these people worked to no-longer be strangers but friends. I would suggest to everyone who can, rest up and clean your weapons after you get on some dry clothes. Everyone else, change into to some dry clothes and warm up before resuming your duties. This storm isn’t over yet, and we are still are high alert,” raising his pistol into the air. Shouting “We will endure,” receiving cheers from the room.

 

Random Musings #5.10

Previous entries: Random Musings #5, Random Musings #5.1, Random Musings #5.2, Random Musings #5.3, Random Musings #5.4, Random Musings #5.5, Random Musings #5.6, Random Musings, #5.7Random Musings #5.8, Random Musings #5.9


Two days had passed before Chronos and Minerva decided the fate of our prisoners. With the sun beginning to set both of them approached the captives. Genesis and Pierce on Minerva’s right, while Frigar and I were on Chronos’ left. Everyone else following behind however they wished.

Minerva commented “This is your final chance to share anything useful you know and still be granted mercy. Some of your brethren took up the first offer when it was offered originally. Thos that didn’t saw how generous we can be,” pausing a few minutes to test the loyalty of the remaining members of the Order of Holy Light.  Despite being bound, none of them shouted to take it. “Stubborn and loyal to the end I see. Under normal circumstances that would be commended, but these aren’t normal circumstances.  We will not grant you a trail like our forbearers, captured and tortured,” her voice in anger. “like monsters. By refusing our last offer of mercy, you will be killed as monsters deserve. Pierce, Genesis, Frigar, and Earolis you will be doing the execution. Be merciless but swift if can. How all of you choose to that is your choice,” surprising the others and myself as we glanced at each other.

Pierce was the first to step forward, extending sharp claws out of his fingers. Touching them against the steel bands on his shoulders. Forcing the claws to adapt the metal’s properties.  With a slight grin, he walked towards the first captive. Teasing the captured guard some before slicing his throat. Releasing a spray of blood onto his face.

Frigar and I walked forward together. Drawing several sharpened staffs, from the earth. Working in tandem to execute the nearest prisoners, knowing we were more than capable of killing them. Spearing the heads, or chest of the captives to give them what little mercy they deserved.  Out of the corner of my eye, spotting Genesis walking towards the captives last. His hands glowing with a mirage of colors before I lost sight of him. Dividing my focus on what everyone was doing. Trying to avoid giving into my own notions of vengeance.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before Chronos’ booming voice interrupted, “Enough,” stopping all of us with a single word. “Step back you four, the captives are more than dead. Now to just gather the bodies and dispose of them. Gibil will handle the disposal and help move the bodies. Once they are gathered we can a send a message to the order. Frigar and Earolis excavate a hole for them to dump the bodies in, as they do.”

I nodded before glancing at Frigar some. Trying to get an idea of what was going on in his head. He nodded some before taking a few steps away in silence. With little choice, I followed a few seconds behind. Knowing I would need his assistance to open a decent sized crater. Trying to make sure it was done without causing injury to the others if the placement was off.

Frigar stopped a few feet away from the others, glancing away from them. I stopped maybe six steps away. In silence he turned around, looking directly at me. Feeling the subtle wave of energy he was emitting. Relaxing some, I countered with a wave of my own. Letting them merge after a couple seconds. Increasing their power drastically as the earth below us started to give way. Shaping it with care for several minutes until a deep bowl was formed in the earth itself.

Stepping around the hole, I watched as the corpses were dragged here. Tapping my foot some as I waited. Glancing up at the stars in an attempt to distract myself, as my own exhaustion was beginning to catch up with me.

The moon took its rightful place as the last of the bodies were tossed into the hole. Gibil stood on the edge of the pile. His hands engulfed in flame, waiting for the order to be given. While the others took various spots around the hole.

Chronos shouted “The order things our resistance is an act of annoyance and futility. With the successful capture of this remote orphanage, we strike back. Even if we have to comment atrocities to survive, against the ones they send to kill us like they did our predecessors. Now on this historic night, we will give the oppressed hope. Tonight the resistance will give rebirth to the second age of heroes. Gibil please ignite the bodies and let the world know that the powers have returned,” as Gibil erupted the flames from his hands. Shooting them around the crater, lighting a beacon for a new age.

Staring into the flame, I began to wonder where the resistance would go from here? Would the world fight with us? Did the world still remember heroes were once real? How many of us would fall before the Order of the Holy Light was destroyed? Would history paint us as heroes like our forebeares, or as villians?


I think I’m leaving the ending as it is. While it may open-ended, it does allow for me to continue if I wish. Even adopting the premise into a small novella series, or graphic novel if the opportunity presents itself. Any comments on the entries overall are appreacited.

 

 

 

Random Musings #5.9

Previous entries: Random Musings #5, Random Musings #5.1, Random Musings #5.2, Random Musings #5.3, Random Musings #5.4, Random Musings #5.5, Random Musings #5.6, Random Musings #5.7, Random Musings #5.8


Forcing myself to stop as I saw a handful of guards standing in front of the underground cell door. Two of them had pistols pointed at the heads of Kali and Frigar.  If Kali wasn’t projecting a small protective aura, I doubted I would have noticed. Stepping to the right to avoid being seen, assuming they didn’t see me coming. This was something I didn’t expect. A hostage situation where I had little information on what was happening. I needed a distraction, so I could try and get some help. Downside they would most likely kill Kali and Frigar if they saw me leave.

Hiding for several minutes, I heard no footsteps approaching me. Which meant I was should be safe for the moment, despite my abrupt entrance. Knowing I was comprised I, formulated a basic plan.

Placing both hands on the wall behind me, I closed my eyes. Channeling a small amount of energy to create my version of radar. Desperately needing to know the odds, before I acted. Feeling the bounce back that revealed at least six guards. Making notes of where they were so I could strike without injuring my companions.  Taking a deep breath, I choose my locations with care. Releasing quick narrow spikes from underneath each guard. Aiming more to maim than to kill, if I could. Hearing a few screams, as I hit my targets. Creating and releasing another wave of spikes before stopping as the air fell quiet.

Opening my eyes I waited a few moments before peering around the corner. Seeing Kali and Frigar relatively out of harm. The guards that once held them on the ground, barely moving.

Frigar most have noticed me before saying, “Earolis is all they sent when they noticed we hadn’t returned with the children,” chuckling a bit. “I suppose I should be grateful, now that the guards have been dealt with,” crossing his arms. “I guess I should starting dragging the bodies outside before releasing the children. No point in traumatizing them farther.”

I watched Frigar move the bodies outside. Using a mix of the earth and his hands to do so, as I fought back the urge to slap him. Hoping to stop the arrogant, ungrateful, egotist he was becoming. He may have similar powers to me, but he always managed to get under my skin. Taking a series of deep breaths to calm myself as I waited. Splitting my gaze between Kali and Frigar. Coming to realize Kali should be the ones to let them out. I believed they would listen to her, before listening to Frigar or me.

Once Frigar finished moving the bodies, I approached Kali. Sharing that I wanted her to be the one to release the orphans.  In an effort to keep them calm as they received their liberation. Kali gave me a slight glare but nodded, looking more to the ground than to me. It was clear she nervous but understanding which was a good sign. She and the other children had only escaped five days ago, only to return to free the others. There was something oddly storybook about that.

Kali sighed some before walking to the wooden,  door. Expanding her glowing aura as she reached for the door. Forming almost finger-like appendages before digging them into the door. Aggressively pulling the door off of its hinges. Tossing it to the left side of the chamber. Where it collided with a slight echoing thud. The children inside releasing several gasps, looking at Kali.

Kali said “You are free now, ” stepping aside gradually. “The stairs will lead you to your new lives.”

Glancing inside, I watched the orphaned children stand up. Hesistent to move towards the door, almost as if they believed this was a ruse. I peeked up at Kali, trying to find a way to break the orphans collective stillness.

After a few minutes passed the first few children approached the door, with tentative steps. Cautiously walking past the threshold, before looking back at the other children. Keeping their gaze on the other children as they moved forward. Getting a little faster the farther they got. The other children began to follow their courageous example, beginning to move past the door. This continued at a decent pace until they were all out. Kali and I were the last to leave the underground chamber.

 

 

Random Musings #5.8

Previous entries: Random Musings #5, Random Musings #5.1, Random Musings #5.2, Random Musings #5.3, Random Musings #5.4, Random Musings #5.5, Random Musings #5.6, Random Musings #5.7


Dawn had come and gone by the time we found the stragglers from the Order of Holy light. They were bound, gagged, and stripped of their weapons. Which I felt was a better punishment than they deserved. Pierce, Genesis, and Gibil were watching over the fifty members from what I saw. Yet I was stuck watching over the one man I noted in my undercover time. Jaliki, Chronos, and Minerva were my company.

The old man chuckled as Minerva broke another one of his fingers. “You are fools, still resorting to torturous interrogation. After all this time I’m dumbfounded that Chrons and Minerva have failed to learn anything from our intermingled past. Despite my presence here, I despise the Order of Holy Light. Just less than you hero types, which is the only reason in Fate’s tapestry I would ally myself with them,” chuckling once more. “Even the children in your company will learn the truth soon enough. Chrons and Minerva are the heroes they pretend to be, but something far more ancient, gods. Which is the true reason the resistance started, you and your kin wanted revenge on the mortals who once worshipped you,” chuckling madly before falling silent. Looking Jaliki and me over, a cry for help in his face.

Chronos had seized the old man by the throat, yelling out “You nefarious, scheming, traitorous, misguided, twisted old man. There is only partial truth in your words. After all, you were once like us, until grief wrecked your mind. Your longevity was the only thing we didn’t strip from you, Aconeric. If Minerva and I are truly fools, then you have forfeited any hope of getting what was yours back. Which is why I will give you something you deserve, death,” rapidly aging him in front of my eyes. Going from being a man of flesh and bone to a decaying corpse, then to dust.

I noticed Minerva give Chronos a wide-eyed glance of concern and worry. Chronos remaining oblivious of her expression. Leaving me to wonder how much of what Aconeric revealed was true.

Trying to shake off the mental image of what just happened, I discreetly walked out. Unsure if Chronos would expel his chronal manipulation power in his mixture of grief and anger. Silently I walked towards Genesis, Gibil, and Pierce. Wanting a distraction, or at least a change of scenery.

Gibil turned his head slightly, “Relief already, “he asked. Keeping the prisoners in view the best he could.

I responded “IF that was the case there would be more than I,” laughing a little. “Just been a long day watching Chronos and Minerva interrogate the strange old man.”

Gibil nodded before turning his focus back to the prisoners. I gazed past him towards the prisoners. Trying to recall the faces of the ones who worked with Aconeric. They could be valuable, perhaps even the only lead to what Aconeric was actually doing. Hopefully, I can remember them, without bringing the orphans to view them.

“Did anyone actually save the children,” blurting out the question to anyone who could answer. Since I had yet to see them above ground. Exploring freely the one place that imprisoned them so unjustly.

Gibil turned fully with a shocked almost embarrassed expression. “Umm…not that I know of. Last I knew Kali, and Frigar were told to, “he responded. “I haven’t seen them return yet.”

Without thinking I sprinted off, recalling the way.

 

WEP August 2017 challenge

For this month’s challenge, the theme was “Reunions,” which in my opinion comes in two types; joyous, and tragic. Some could argue that the intentions of the reunion, is how it is perceived. Which in the case of writing this piece, I found to be oddly double sided but, true. Once you read how this piece begins and ends you may understand why I state that. Enjoy my tale, titled The Banished Prince Returns. august2bbadge


Looking past the dungeon’s cell door, I glared at my father. Along with the strange, crippled, ancient being who ordered the guards to put me here. My father appearing more like a ghost of his former self. His hair graying and unraveled, upon a face that I barely recognized. This wasn’t the reunion I anticipated.

With a weak voice, my father said “You shouldn’t have returned my son. The exile I ordered on you, had a purpose you were too young to understand at the time. Even now I have my doubts.”

“Mother told me the truth when I turned fifteen, three years ago. Your servant has poisoned your mind, father,” I said. “Now let me out father.”

My father turned, beginning to walk away before shouting “Never,” not looking back at me. Ascending the stone staircase, followed closely by his strange companion. Leaving me alone, in the dying flame of a torch.

The torch had died before I heard the sound of approaching footsteps. They stopped as a someone said “It is true then, that the prince has returned,” the voice almost recognizable.

“Rshun,” I asked.

“Close prince, Rshun was my father,” it answered, as the footsteps returned. Stopping at my cell door. “Don’t fear prince, loyalists still remain here,” lowering their voice to a whisper. “Unfortunately, I don’t have the key to this cell but there is still a way out. That far back wall opens to a passageway from when they first built this place,” passing something under the cell door. “Your freedom has a price my prince, and the loyalists know what it is. Yet you have a choice. Kill your father, taking your rightful place on the throne, or find your father’s strange follower, and kill him instead. War is coming prince, and the kingdom needs someone strong to lead it. Be safe, and quick if you can my prince,” before walking away.

Reaching around, I touched something soft but cold. Pulling it towards me, felt the crest of my family on this piece of fabric. Slowly unwrapping it, a dim light began to peek through. I quickly realized this was the fabled Illumina. Trying to keep the light hidden I walked towards the back wall. Feeling around for the mechanism that would open the hidden passageway. Managing to find it by accident as leaned on a brick, on the edge of giving up. Being careful I entered the passageway. Trying to make a decision as I navigated the stone passageway, with little idea where I was going.

Only by stumbling around in the system of passageways did I find my way into the higher levels of the castle. Having to peek carefully through several possible openings, before finding both of them in the same room. The stranger leaning towards my father’s ear, whispering something I couldn’t hear. His hand glowing a faint shade of green, in the process. Being cautious, I cracked the door open just enough to let me through before entering the chamber. Staying close to the wall I watched them both. Knowing in my heart, what I was doing was right. Hiding the wrapped blade behind my back I approached. Surprised to see the guards made no moves to stop me. After I got close, I let the fabric fall aside. Plunging the Illumina into the back of the strange man, before it hit the ground. Withdrawing the blade, as I noticed the stranger turned only his head. Looking at me with eyes, darker than the night sky. Startled some, I stabbed the thing quickly. Avoiding his gaze, for this thing’s spell fall on me too. Apparently annoyed with me, the thing pushed me aside. Placing its entire focus on me, seemingly oblivious to the ebony goo falling from his wounds. Approaching me with his hands, slowly turning into talons. Doubting I could do much against this abomination’s true self, I ran towards it. With a twisted grin, it seized my throat. Lifting me into the air with ease. Keeping the best grip I could on the Illumina, I plunged it into the creature’s head. The thing’s grip loosened enough to drop me, as it stumbled backward. It’s head starting to glow from the inside.

I heard my father weakly shout “Kill that thing, my loyal guards.”

From the corners of the room, guards rushed forward, weapons drawn. The strange creature panicked and released a high pitched howl. Yet, the guards didn’t falter, as the first spear was hurtled into the air. Pinning that thing to the ground, as it began to bleed out. Fighting against the guards until it finally died.

Rushing to my father, I watched as the magic effects continued. Looking slightly stronger than before, but still very weak.

My father commanded “Welcome home, my son. Guards the banishment I placed on my son, is lifted. Spread the word to the kingdom, that the prince has saved the kingdom,” before seizing my hand hard. “That was the last of my strength my son. The kingdom is now yours, do me, proud son,” before fading away.


Word Count:847 Critique level: Full

 

Random Musings #7.7

Previous entries: Random Musings #7, Random Musings #7.1, Random Musings #7.2, Random Musings #7.3, Random Musings #7.4, Random Musings #7.5, Random Musings #7.6


After about four hours of tedious and careful navigation we managed to get the five of us passed the last barricade. With Max stuck in front, he pushed the door open. Pushing the medical supply cart against the door so it would stay there. The two crippled people we found were let through first. With hast I followed behind them, pushing the laundry cart forward once they were out of the way. Setting it against the wall, so Beth and Max could finally get through.

With a sigh of relief when the door finally shut. Being careful as I could, I removed the hazmat suit. Letting it drop like a second skin before helping Beth and Max do the same. We agreed on the way here to remove them, seeing little benefit in causing a panic. Along with agreeing to lock the odd crates, I found in a nearby room. Until we could get them open and see what they may contain.

In silence, I let Beth, Max, and the two cripples go. Not waiting long as I steered the laundry cart into the first open door. Finding the room almost empty, outside of a bed and some beaten-up folding chairs. Carefully, pushing the cart into the far side of the room, before looking for a closet. Hoping I could find a bed sheet to cover it up. With haste, I sprinted to the closet. Pulling the door open, ransacking it until I found a couple of folded sheets.  With them, in hand, I sprinted back over to the cart. Tossing them over it quickly, letting the sheet unfold. Adjusting them both until the obscured the cart and its content. Satisfied, I left the room. Pulling the door shut, to prevent any suspicion. Running to rejoin the others before they got far.

Managing to find them a few steps away from the common resting area. Taking the time to slow, before colliding with them. Catching my breath in the process as they stopped for a few seconds. I had hoped all of us entering at once would ease any suspicions Martin, or the others in his group.

Together we walked inside slowly, appearing successful with both parts of Martin’s task. Yet, I failed to see Martin the room. From the looks of it, the room was mostly empty outside of the injured. Where did everyone go? What had happened when we were gone?

A series of faint but rapid pops from above told me something bad. Running around the two cripples, I chased the sound. Worried about the members of Martin’s group, and my own. Sensing both Max and Beth were following behind me.

Random Musings #7.6

Previous entries: Random musings #7Random Musings #7.1Random Musings #7.2, Random Musings #7.3Random Musings #7.4, Random Musings #7.5


It took us longer than I expected before finding the medical supplies, in this semi-abandoned hospital. We still hadn’t found any signs of the others Martin sent ahead of us. Not even as much as a burst of static from the makeshift radio.

I commented “We found the supplies. Should we radio that back before trying to to find the others,” reaching for the device before realizing I left it in my pocket under the hazmat suit. “Dammit, the radio is inside my back pocket. I’m sure shouting would attract attention but, maybe not the attention we are looking for.”

Beth said”Probably not. Let’s check the nearby rooms instead. I give them precise instructions on where the supplies were. They should be nearby I hope. Max see if you can a cart or something we can use to move the supplies. I will look over them once I have some better light,” walking towards the adjacent wall. “Don’t either of you stray too far from that door. I would prefer to go back soon. Even if we don’t find the others.”

After fifteen minutes of fevered searching, I found no signs of recent activity. Yet, I managed to find something unexpected in one of the unlocked rooms. A laundry cart filled with army green totes. The American flag was imposed on top of them, under a layer of dust.

Pushing it front of me I saw Max had found a makeshift cart. Given what we had to navigate through on the way here, a narrow rolling filing cabinet was practical. I looked around quickly for Beth, hoping she followed her own instruction. Steering the cart to the nearby wall, I caught my breath. Feeling slightly annoyed, for not pulling the radio out before suiting up.

Max said “I would find Beth, Jack. It shouldn’t be much longer until this is full. She went into one of the rooms last I saw, on the right side of this door. Try to be quick, this place is starting to creep me out.”

I nodded before sprinting off to perform a quick search for Beth. Moving between the rooms within a few minutes of each other. Managing to find Beth in the fourth room, I searched. She was bent over a body. What she was doing I couldn’t tell.

Tapping my foot three times in quick succession. ” I found no signs of anyone else in my search. Ready to go, Beth,” I asked. Eager to get out of here myself.

Beth answered “I unfortunately did,” stepping aside of the body. Revealing two people who looked exhausted, but alive. “These were the two Martin sent us. From what I can tell they fell over something hard. Managing to severely damage their legs, possibly broken knees and ankles. They appear infection free, from the looks of it. We need to get them up and moving before leaving. Once get them both on moving, and have a better light I will examine them more. Gather their packs and hand them to Max. It will take two of us lift them one at a time. Check the closet for crutches. We will be slower but, that should allow them to move easier.”

I nodded, before heading out the door towards max. Stepping past him into the rummaged supply room. Finding crutches tucked in the back right corner, easy to access. They were a little rusty but I didn’t see a problem with that. Pulling out two of them, I ran back to the other room.

Beth had banged both of them while I was gone. Walking over to Beth I waited impatiently. Sensing all of us were eager to leave before the lights flickered out for the last time.

Random Musings #7.5

Previous entries: Random musings #7,, Random Musings #7.1, Random Musings #7.2, Random Musings #7.3


 

After about an hour of struggling to put on the hazmat suits, we did a final check of them. Making our way past the double doors, ready to survive. A tight grip on our various weapons, as we stepped forward.

Being greeted by flickering lights in a vast hallway. The hallway itself seemed to have its own set of defenses. Made up of over-turned hospital beds, fallen lights, and what looked like a random assortment of carts filled with boxes. I couldn’t tell if the boxes were empty or filled. Let alone what they may contain. If Beth had any ideas she didn’t say. Strangely enough, it didn’t look like of the doors were barricaded from the other side. PArt of me was curious to see if the room contained any supplies. While half of me realized that staying on point was best for now.  Given how Martin wanted us to find the two members of his group as well. I doubt they would have taken shelter in rooms this close to the door but I could be wrong. God, I hoped I was wrong.

Each door I passed close to, I peeked inside. Seeing little to indicate the doors had been recently opened. Noticing little that seemed out of place given what may have happened here. Yet, when I something in my peripheral vision near the back corner of the last door.

I said “Stop guys, I think there is something in that room. Pretty sure I saw something in the back corner,” watching Beth stop mid-step.

Beth turned slowly on her planted foot. Stepping back towards the door carefully. Peering through the small window near the center of the door. Hopefully noticing the same thing, I did.

Beth said “That can’t be. Nothing should be past those doors unless it somehow,” going silent for a few seconds. “Found a place to hide when the government ordered the purging. Try to be quiet both of you, and don’t approach it. Stay behind me, but close to the door,” pushing the door open slowly. Making the door release a harsh squeak in the process.

The movie was enough to attract the thing’s attention. Releasing a strange, guttural howl. The howl getting louder as the thing approached the door. Fighting the urge to move much, I tightened my grip on my bat. Waiting to swing hard if need as stood just the side of the doorway. Keeping this thing from seeing me, I hoped.

Strangely enough from what I could tell Beth had little reaction to the howl as it stopped. Peeking around the door slowly, I saw something almost demon like in appearance. Yet what, at the same time there something human there. The fearsome looking beast stopped, gazing at Beth. Blinking its hellfire orange eye, almost as if it recognized her.  Did she have any idea what this thing was?

Somehow this thing managed to say “Go away,” in a deep trembling voice. Yet from what I could see it didn’t appear possible.

Beth said “Gaberial,…” reaching out towards the creature. “I figured they killed you when you failed to show. Oh, Gaberial how did this happen?”

The creature said nothing. Instead, pointing to something I couldn’t see. Could it be possible that this thing was at one point a doctor? What could force someone to do something like this to themselves?

Beth said “You did this to save yourself from dying. The other subjects never survived the first-hour Gaberial,” waving us forward some. “Please stay calm both of you. I need to thing without having to worry about you killing each other.”

With slow steps forward, I managed to see more of the room. Along with more of this strange abomination. It had managed to retain some of it formerly human body, except with stone gray skin. With the dim light, it was hard to tell much about this things arms and legs. If it was anything like the creatures, they would have sharp talons, instead of fingers and toes. The face was different, however. It seemed to have a mouth, though I couldn’t tell how it worked. As I made observations, I could feel it watching me. This creature even managed to have some semblance of the creatures’ wings. Except though they appeared to be almost batlike, as they expanded over the shoulders.  Glancing past the creature I saw, I blood-stained wheelchair. The back padding was pierced by three bullet holes. Both barely visible if not for the small lantern that hung above it.  Could this thing be an ally, or just a more lethal predator?

Beth said “This changes things Gaberial if you retained that brilliant mind you had. I will have to figure that out later. We are searching for two people and medical supplies. They should have passed this way, I just hope they didn’t get lost. Gaberial please stay here, and stay hidden. I will return as soon as I can.”

The strange man-beast thing whimpered a little. Walking off into the back corner of the room. Crouching as if to hide better. It seems not even the apocalypse can take away reality’s ability to surprise you. Even though I imagine Max and me had several questions for Beth about her past. Was she more than she appeared? How much of what really happened here did she know? Was she somehow responsible?