Stone Ruins

Down, down the swerving mountainside we ride, handlebars grasped tight. I fear, "We're going a little too fast, man!" But he continues to ride his bike ahead of me, several hundred feet in front. SHOOM! BAM! ...CRASH! Just in front of myself a car drives from hidden beyond the next bend across and through the guardrail of the corner I am approaching, and drops helplessly over the edge. !!! I coast quickly to the corner, the cliff. My friend stops in his tracks and flips over the handlebars; I'm too blown away to really notice. When I peer over the edge of the cliff, I find a old bridge structure, ruins really, with large stone pillars. The ill-fated vehicle had driven off and straight into one of these two standing pillars, the rear sticking outward towards me, the front completely in the partially-crumbled pillar. Other vehicles have more minor damage around the scene, and a few people seem to be OK and making their way to the pillared car. I make my way down the site, and attempt to offer any assistance possible. I walk behind the wall, made up in part by the large pillars, and hear voices, "You need to leave." "This is none of your business." "Get out of here!" A gunshot is fired in my direction and hits some of the stones near my head. I duck in cover and wonder what in the world is the deal. I use my cellular phone as a weapon, a feature I had never previously discovered. I retrieve a shotgun from a fallen pursuer. At this point, my only chance for survival is to take them all out, at least until they give up. I breathe. It may be last. I breathe. A window is above my head, and the enemy is just on the other side. I take a breath. Quickly I stand up and smash through the window with the butt of the shotgun into the face of the first man I saw, glass slicing his face, his eyes, his head. One down for the count. I instantly go for the next guy, smashing the gun into his face as well with great success. It appears I've taken out 2 of 3 men who are still out to get me, the third right there next to them. He is frightened and I continue to utilize my element of surprise to my advantage. He fires his weapon, and luckily, misses. I retaliate hastily and smash the last face in with my almighty shotgun. All three of them are down, out cold, dead for all I know. The battle seems to be concluded as a I cautiously snoop around the scene, checking for others, and finished it is. It became known that the identity of the victor that day was unknown, and that he was never to be hunted again. It was me. And I would set out to discover the secrets kept by the dead that day, but they were never revealed to me, and thus will remain a mystery until the day I am also dead.

The Night Terror of March 17

What do we do. What do we do. What is going on. Where are we doing. Why are we even doing this. What do we do. Aimless thinking. Planning without direction. Done. "Let's go here!" She excitedly suggests. But why? Why would we go there. A western style building, wooden pillars across the porch, stood in the near distance, glowing faintly from the dim torches mounted on its walls. It stood back in the darkness. We stand in the parking lot outside. OK! We run hurriedly toward the structure. What is holding me back. I slow. She runs on. "Come on!" Wait. I must run. Something is very strange. She comes back to me as I back away. I look around bewildered. There is something very horrible about this place. It's getting blacker. Darker. Evil. I try to kiss her and hold her in my arms. But she shrinks, ages backward, into a small infant. Lips touch, and I am confused, scared, and mystified. What. Is. This. I set the infant down and wonder. People in that car. What are they doing. Three of them. Threesome. I look in disgust. They return the stare, and the faces shapeshift into frightening, demonic expressions. The eyes stretch back and sink in, darkness swallows their being, mouths widen and turn black as hell, skin turns ashy and lined, and a shrieking inner squeal is heard in my head. I must run. I must leave. Get me out of this dark, creepy place. I must get out. I wake. I open my eyes. Fear rages within and evil swarms without. Must wake up. Black figures flashing all around the room. They fill up every space, hording, squealing, swarming all around me. There must be 100 or more flying all over. I cannot move. I have to wake up and rid of these demons. I see no angels, only demons. I shake. I fear. I panic. I wake.

W/O Mustard

"Her name is Jill." he interjected. I had gone to McDonald's to snag a few double cheeseburgers, one with onion, the other without, and both without mustard.  The line took a very long time, and everyone in front of me was rather impatient. People were crowded around the counter like it was a Wendy's. I'm finally one person away from ordering, and Richard is ordering already from the other line. Some American chic walks straight past in front of me and places her order. I get pissed. Richard and I meet up standing side by side at the counter waiting, after the above order is placed. I had a little trouble explaining it to the register though, and asked a uniformed girl to check to make sure it was right, Richard interjected, "Her name is Jill." I instantly looked at her name tag. "Jill" I laughed, "Oh really, do you know her?" I'm chasing down the head cook now, making sure he knows no mustard on either dollar burger, because I'm still not convinced they understood. He acknowledges and I leave in peace. I see that cutter girl in her car in the parking lot, tinted windows, and I flip the bird, then hurriedly stroll to my car. I drive away. I want my food.