Published: November 19, 2009
"Run!" she called after me.
"what IS that thing!?" i called back.
"JUST EFFING RUN!" she yelled, as she pulled the top off her umbrella to reveal a rapier.
so i ran, and never looked back.
it's been a month since i ran for my life; yet i can only wonder what happened to her. she normally returns in a day or 2. so ,as you can imagine, i paced. the sunlight slowly shifted positions as the sun slowly sank lower in the sky. there was a knock on my door at 3 p.m. i opened the door slowly.
"ERICA!" i cried and she fainted in my arms.
"is she okay doc?"
"let me FINISH FJIRST!!!"
"well besides a strange bite on her leg, she's okay."
"so she can leave soon?"
"well i need her to stay tonight, but tommorow she can."
the dial on my watch read 1:26 when i heard a rustle.
"what are you doing?"
"but the doc said not to leave until tommorow!"
"it IS tommorow!'
The front door opened and leaked the yellowish light of the streetlights into the hall. Erica picked up her umbrella from where it fell and placed it into the stand.
"see you later." erica said
"yeah." i replied equally tired.
"morning!" erica said cheerily.
"morning" i said yawning.
"come on! we gotta get to the board meeting!"
"okay okay!" we walked into the kitchen and erica opened the fridge; she pushed a small button on the back wall.
"please prepare for transport" the fridge said. blue rings ascended from the floor where we were standing. after a bright blue flash we stood on Sheikh Zayed Road, Dubai. before us towered the Burj Dubai (Dubai Towers). Once inside the unfinished building, we took the SUPER fast elevator to floor 161 of 162. the elevator opened onto a tiny white office space with an old and fat receptionist.
"Yeees?" she said in a voice like a squeaky door.
"HI! were here for the "secret" board meeting." said erica.
"and your names?"
"Erica Schneider, and Ben Slightom, Secratary understudies of "The Art of Fighting" by T.J. Wilson."
"Go on in"
"Take your seats please! Thank you!" said the chairman of the board. "first matter of buisness. congrajulations to Jorge francis on his succesful sealing of portal 48." everyone clapped while he stood and took a deep bow."now, a new enemy has been sited" he picked up a black dry erase marker and set it on the board."now" he said turning back around while the marker started drawing. "please note that this enemy is extremely dangerous, and should be regarded with the most delicate care; any sightings should be reported immediately" the marker dropped, having completed its task, and i gasped.
"so thats what attacked us!"
"you've seen it?"
"yeah, on our way home last night, it attacked us."
"and your not dead!!??"
"no Erica fought it off."
"with what!" scoffed Jorge. erica flung out her rapier and said, "would you like me to show you how it died?" she asked
"why not?" asked Jorge
"because I wouldnt permit it" said the chairman. i just sat there and gave erica a rather bewildered stare.
the view from the top of this puny planet, this insignificant world. i crept around the top of the tower and saw a human. mmmmm, delicious. i jumped at him and fed.
I felt the wind wip through my hair as i stood atop the Burj Dubai. the view was amazing, hell i could see into the next GALAXY if i had wanted to. i heard the door open and erica joined me on the railing.
"have you ever thought of jumping?" she asked.