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This story takes place in the Enemyoffun DarkRealms Universe
Chapter 2
Walter Marvin tossed an empty beer can across the living room in disgust.
On top of his game for many years, his life started to spiral out of
control when his wife found him in bed with another woman. For some reason
she seemed bitter but was it really his fault her fault that her business
trip was cut short.
In no time, she cleared out her things, most of their bank account and
left without a word. Opening another beer Walter emptied it in seconds.
Now prison might be in his future as well.
As the manager of the local BMW car dealership, he didn't sell many cars
so he was surprised when one of the most beautiful women he ever seen
asked for him personally. She obviously knew what she wanted, money was no
object and it took no time at all to place her behind the wheel of a brand
new black BMW seven series.
The next day Walter decided to thank her personally for the sale when it
was discovered that all of the paper work and the down payment were
missing. The finance department also had no records of any account opened
or even that he had run a credit check.
What Walter couldn't understand is why no one in the dealership remembered
the woman however they remembered him driving away with the car.
Finishing another beer Walter wondered if he could find his grandfather's
old service revolver. Suicidal plans were interrupted by a gentle knock on
the front door. Expecting the Sherriff to his surprise Walter found a
beautiful woman dressed in a long green gown standing right outside.
Walter leaned on the door frame maybe his luck had changed after all.
Suddenly he realized that the pale white haired goddess playfully
fingering a set of keys was the woman who drove away with the BMW.
"Oh my God, I thought you were a hallucination."
"Walter baby I am so much more than a hallucination and maybe if you play
your cards right so much more."
"What do you mean?" Walter couldn't keep his eyes off her body, it was
hypnotizing.
"If you let me in we can discuss your future." She gave him a seductive
pout. "Walter, be a gracious host and invite me into your home."
For a brief moment something deep inside screamed to shut the door but
lust overrode his actions. "I welcome you into my home, please enter."
Clapping with delight the white haired beauty quickly reached Walter's
side and linked his arms with hers. "Is it OK if a friend of mine comes
by, he is also going to help you."
Walter nodded, "Of course he is welcome into my home as well."
"You're such a dear Walter. Let's go into your living room maybe we can
find some music. I would love to dance with you." She ran a black
fingernail across his cheek. Walter could not help but moan.
++++++++++
Stepping into the shower after a long night I seriously mulled over the
word schizophrenia. I couldn't remember where I read about its symptoms
which including audio hallucinations and that it more often occurrs in
young men under the age of nineteen.
If you had just spent most the night listening to what sounded like the
music from Bilbo's birthday party from the Lord of the Rings bringing up
the word schizophrenia shouldn't really be too much of a stretch. At least
the music wasn't too bad. I even thought I heard an Irish Flute. Half way
through the night, I decided I hated Peter Jackson.
Luckily, the thought of seeing Abigail pulled me out of my funk. For our
date, that I wasn't sure was really a date I picked out a nice pair of
jeans and a dark green shirt. With the latest 'Dresden File' novel in
hand, I sat with my back to 'Father Oak' and waited for Abigail to arrive.
'Father Oak' was the nickname for the old tree that lorded over the town's
commons like a silent guardian to the entrance of the park. It was a
Quercus alba or 'White Oak' and was said to be at least four hundred years
old, older than the town itself.
Its presence filled me with a serene calm, thoughts of my crazy night
faded as I immersed myself into another tale of Harry Dresden. I was half
way through the book when a gentle nudge made me look up. Abigail stood
before me dressed in a pink T-shirt and black what I think are called
capris. I also couldn't help but notice she filled out that pink T-shirt
quite nicely.
Nervously fingering a large green picnic basket Abigail gave me one of her
cheerful smiles. "Hi Morgan, my Aunt wasn't sure if you would be
comfortable going to a restaurant."
"No, I like restaurants well enough but picnics are so much better
especially since it's such a nice day outside."
Abigail gave a small squeal and after a quick hug, she began to set up our
picnic. From inside the basket she produced a large blue-checkered cloth,
plastic silver ware, drinks and a copious amount of food.
"Aunt Eshne wasn't sure if you eat meat." She gave me a nervous frown as
she set out wrapped sandwiches.
"Oh your Aunt isn't Diana from the bookstore or is she your mom?"
"Diana, oh...no she is in the same..." Abigail paused for a moment looking
back towards the library. "...club as my Aunt."
I didn't understand how her Aunt discovered I stopped eating red meat a
month or so before but decided to leave well enough alone. "Oh well it's
true, I am not really into red meat but that Tuna Fish sandwich looks
nice."
Abigail shyly found a comfortable spot next to me and placed a Tuna fish
sandwich into my hands. It took no time for us to start chatting about
school, favorite movies and books.
Abigail gave me an understanding smile when I explained my home life
issues and in turn, I found that she never knew her father. Her mother was
almost a stranger spending months away on business so her Aunt was more or
less like a second mother. By the end of lunch, we were both laughing
hysterically tears running down our faces as we told each other stupid
things we have seen at school.
Abigail took a deep breath and rested her head on my shoulder. "I like you
Morgan."
Reaching up to wipe the tears from my face, I nodded. "I like you too
Abigail."
"Good." Abigail began to collect the remains of our picnic.
"You have to go?"
Abigail nodded, "I have to work at my Aunt's store this afternoon." She
gave me a hopeful look. "Can I have your cell phone number?"
After exchanging cell phone numbers, I walked Abigail back up to the
Library parking lot. For some reason I wasn't at all surprised to find her
Aunt already waiting. What I was surprised was that her Aunt sat behind
the wheel of a cherry red '66 Mustang Convertible.
"That's my Aunt."
"The car?" Abigail punched me in the arm playfully. "Oh you mean the
driver, yes so I gathered." I could see that the two were related her
Aunt's appearance reminded me of an older version of Abigail.
I gave Abigail's Aunt a friendly wave. The look she returned wasn't
hostile but it wasn't entirely friendly. Perhaps she wasn't happy with her
niece going out on a date. Before I had the chance to introduce myself
Abigail gave me a one arm hug and quickly climbed into the passenger's
seat.
"I'll call you tonight Morgan."
I didn't even get a chance to reply as the pair drove away.
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I will say that a couple of nights of peaceful sleep does wonders in
putting one's mind at ease. Thankfully, the midnight revelers found
another location to party. I had a feeling they would return but at least
for now I could concentrate on the day ahead. Yes, these last few weeks
have been strange. Trust me. I wasn't totally out of it. Left with no
explanation I decided to go with the flow.
What else could I do? What was I supposed to do tell Rebecca that I think
the forest is trying to speak to me? Late at night my room could be
mistaken for an Irish Pub? She would insist they lock me up and throw away
the key.
Between the forest, my nightly musical accompaniment and these extra
senses I seem to have acquired this now all falls on my Weird-O-Meter
scale of 1 to 10 as a solid thirteen. What was starting to really scare me
is that none of it felt out of place. This above all other reasons is why
my Weird-O-Meter was set so high.
As I stood in the kitchen cutting up some vegetables for dinner I decided
that with all the weirdness going on I was actually having a pretty good
time. For the last few years I had spent so much time trying to hide from
reality I forgot that on occasion reality could be fun.
Strangely enough, I found that talking on the phone was actually
enjoyable. I could never understand why Nicole spent hours on the phone
with her friends. The only reason why I owned a cell phone was to call
Rebecca in case of an emergency.
Since my picnic with Abigail I spent half the night with her using up my
minutes discussing what we did during the day. It was nothing earth
shattering, no great revelations just plain old human interaction that I
found I was missing. Being busy at her Aunt's store limited our time
together but I was able to set up another picnic 'date' over the weekend
but this time I would do the cooking.
My relationship with Rebecca had not changed. She barely acknowledged my
presence other than to explain she already ate with some of her coworkers
and quickly retreated into her bedroom. She wasn't a bad person just her
parental skills left a lot to be desired. It was so much easier to hide in
books then to face reality but I knew that if I wanted to have some sort
of real relationship with my adoptive mother I would need to take the
first step. Mulling over the problem I spent the evening channel surfing.
I awoke with a start still on the couch, the television playing a rerun of
'I love Lucy'. A feeling of apprehension and dark foreboding settled over
me. I don't know why I threw on a light jacket and grabbed my tennis
shoes. Something or someone was in terrible danger and I needed to stop
whatever was going to happen. Trust me, the thought of me actually being
able to help anyone was laughable but I knew I had to try. Faster than I
thought possible, I found myself out the front door and past 'Father Oak'
into the forest beyond.
Running through the woods can be quite thrilling. Running through them at
night is harebrained. Luckily, the light of the moon kept me from plowing
into a tree as I came to an unfamiliar part of the forest. I could feel
the unwelcomed visitor ahead, I knew that it presence whatever it was
would change my life.
At that moment, I still had the choice to return home and hide in my
books. Coming to a stop that realization gave me pause. I had a choice but
Abigail's cheerful smile filled my thoughts. I could not disappoint
Abigail and for the first time in my life, I realized I no longer wanted
to disappoint myself.
Stopping at the edge of the forest, I didn't know what to expect but it
wasn't an empty parking lot. I realized I was on the north end of the
forest where bikers and runners would park their cars. The sound of music
on the wind suddenly caught my attention. Skirting the edge of the woods,
I swiftly approached the partygoers.
Sitting under one of the few streetlights stood a parked BMW. The song
'Bullet In The Head' by 'Rage Against the Machine' filled the air as three
people stood outside dancing to the tune.
Two of the dancers were obviously young men, maybe college students. The
third however was definitely a woman dressed in a very revealing green
dress. Her long white hair seemed seemly moving on its own in tune with
the music.
Not knowing what to expect I was shocked when one of the men collapsed,
as if exhausted. Sprinting across the parking lot, I knew their lives were
in danger. The girl or whatever it was stopped dancing when the second man
collapsed. Raising her right hand her nails grew into claws and before I
could say anything, she plunged them into one of the prone dancers.
With not even a weapon in my hand, I slowed down. Perhaps I could lead her
off towards the woods. Gathering my courage, I commanded. "Leave those men
alone."
The woman in green looked up startled, obviously unaware of my presence.
Like a cat, she moved from her prey and began to approach her hips moving
seductively.
"Flee little girl least I feed upon you as well."
"I'm no girl, and you will not feed on anyone else this night."
"Even better, come dance with me." Her body began to gyrate in tune with
the music pouring out of the black BMW.
Whatever power her dance had it did not touch me. "I suggest you leave
this place." It was all a bluff, this woman terrified me but one of those
guys lay bleeding to death.
When I finally came into the light the woman in green stopped dancing and
jumped back. Something changed in those few seconds, her appearance became
alien protruding from her hands were sharp black claws, her long beautiful
legs replaced by animal legs.
The creature crouched and hissed. It actually hissed at me and in a flash
jumped away and with a skill that would put an Olympic athlete to shame
vaulted over the car. It gave me one last angry look then slipped into the
driver's seat and drove away. Still in shock of the sudden change of
events, I removed my jacket and called 911.
Several hours later, I found myself standing in front of our condominium
with a Deputy Sherriff and somewhat irate Rebecca. The only thing that
kept her from losing it was the Deputy explaining how I saved those two
boys lives. I was a very brave young man, yes, I had to convince the
Sherriff that I was a boy but that wasn't important.
The two were college students from the local community college. My
description of the attacker would be of great help as I discovered that
there were three other men attacked in the area. The police now had an APB
on the women but I of course neglected to mention the part about the
animal legs and razor sharp claws.
Rebecca said I wasn't grounded, pleased that what I did would look good on
the family. Of course, I was now given a curfew, in the house by sunset. I
had no problems with a curfew with what I knew lay outside at night, at
least one woman in a green dress, sharp claws and animal legs. Taking off
my clothes, I slipped into bed and decided to revise my Weird-O-Meter. It
was now set to a solid sixteen.
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