Through his eyes he saw the world slip into a disk of oblivion, a dark conspiracy come true. He floated in space as all was lost.
They just saw a strange kid, staring out the window at the rain, lost in his own over active mind. Treading back and forth as they watched wondering what was happening inside his head. We had been so many places. Restless and loving movement, our fantasy’s raced.
i ran out of the ships elevator into the passenger area at full speed pulling the stretcher behind me. My partner held the back end as we moved around the corner quickly running at the screams for medics.
people moved aside when we came, on the ground was a young boy in the early stages of puberty, he was foaming blue at the mouth. holding him was his mother, she screamed as, she grips her sons shoulders shaking them. their was horror in her voice at the idea of her son being the next victim of kids chasing a high.
I garbed a pre-loaded injector out of the jump bag and and stuck it into the boys arm. in a matter of seconds the boy began convulsing and coughing up foam my partner puts a non re breather mask on him with concentrated oxygen flowing out of it. as we lifted him onto the stretcher his eyes opened and he looked at me with hate, as i had ruined his minds journey among the stars.
i dreamed i crashed a motorcycle in a plaza in Italy. The bike slid out from under me as i took a fast turn. just like the crash i got into in high school, i slid along the pavement unharmed. leaping up to avoid getting hit by a car i stood in the plaza, alive, but bleeding with torn jeans.
The sport bike i crashed was in worse shape. the shifter was broken and the bike was not going anyware untill i fixed it. so i picked up the bike and started whelling it along looking for a house in a city i had never been to in a city i had never been too
In India i darted in and out of the traffic. i was going to the country side where i hoped i could open the bike up. the bike is used and i fell like i became a mechanic sense buying it for cheep. i dodged a last taxi then the open road stretched out in front of me. i had been unable to open the bike up sense buying it so i left no time to gun it on the highway north.
i sat with my dad watching a program about a small motorcycle company. the CEO of the company stood with a bike on a steel plank up high on a ship. he stood with a black bike and talked to some of the men up their. then in the next shot it was a blue bike and he gunned it down the plank. the front wheel raised up, then the bike flew of the plank, sailed into the air and then hit the water.
i needed, to move fast. i had found my cloths, but i knew their was some peice of gear i was missing. something vital. i tour apart the bins at the bottom of the stairs searching for whatever it was. as i trew stuff behind me my girlfreind walked in and sat at the kitchen table.
” whats with the mess” she asked looking at the the equipment on the table, it was enough to fight a small battle, or climb a large mountain, or sneak into a secure compound do field surgery or so many other things.
” i got to find,” i stopped their not knowing what was missing ” then i got to get to my grandparents”
” Why” she asked?
” i don’t know” i responded and continued looking.
The man had fought on the top of a train when he was younger. He and the man he fought had had to flatten themselves down on the train every time then went in a tunnel. Same rail line, but years ago now. The man still ducked out of a strange PTSD every time they entered a tunnel.
Now a family man he was on the train with his family. He sat by the window with the days paper. He finished then took his family to the dining car. He carried his small daughter as they crossed between cars. They came to the dining car, and took a seat at a leather cushioned booth. A computer popped up from the center of the table and they placed their orders on. In a few minutes their meals came up on elevator. They ate in silence as they pasted a huge frozen lakes up high in the mountains.
I was walking and found people all over the sidewalk. Slowly some of them stood up. I helped one of the men to his feet. Other pedestrians stopped to help these people up.
Then I heard a voice from inside a coke can.
“Hey how you get in there” I asked
” I was drinking this and fell in” the voice answered
” you ok” I asked
” I am treading coke in here, so not well” he answered
I picked up the coke can and ran inside the building they were near. Then down the stairs, into a small ER. I brought the coke can to the triage nurse. She looked into the can and had a conversation with the man inside. I looked around at nearly empty ER. My girlfriend was one of the nurses and she smiled at me.
My sister and i walked into a gun store. To our left where racks and racks of long arms, to the right was a bakery counter with different treats displayed under its glass. We walked past the bakery and the shotguns to where the rifles where at the back.
My sister wanted a semi-automatic rifle to have in her car. I went with her, our father was solidly in the she should buy a shotgun camp. She liked the M1 carbines that the store had. I suggested her more towards a .223 of some sorts. I pointed out Ruger Ranch and AR 15’s. she handled a few different rifles but settled on the M 1 carbine, likening its ergonomics the best.
We got in line to pay for the gun, unfortunately the person behind the bakery counter was a little slow and kept thinking we wanted some baked goods to go with it. She was convinced we wanted half a pound of scones and not 100 rounds of ammo. It took a few minutes but we escaped with just the gun, ammo, and a few magazines.
I stood at a pistol range. I thought the design was quite clever. The shooter were in a hallway that had shooting stations on each side. Behind me was another shooter and to the side of me where shooters. The targets popped up and when hit fell back down.
After shooting a little I went out of the hallway, up some stairs and outside to where my girlfriend had just arrived. We went to my car where a different handgun was stored that I was going to teach her to shoot with. I showed her how the revolver worked; how to open the cylinder, how to cock the hammer back. Then we went down into the range to shoot.
“Stop drawing on me” my girlfriend said as I jokingly drew a flower on her hand.
“ but it’s a cute flower” I teasingly replied, she seemed grouchy.
“ I have enough flowers on me” she replied as she rolled away from me
“ what do you mean by that” I asked
“ I lost a bet with my sister and had to get a tattoo of a bouquet of flowers last night” she replied
“ where?” I asked trying not to laugh
“ my back” she replied
Before she could react I grabbed her shirt and lifted it up to reveal a tramp stamp of about five flowers. The center one was a rose, with daffodils, pans, marigold, and a violet around it. It was so bad I wondered if her sister had done it drunk as I started laughing.
I was walking along when a spider crawled out of my hand.
I turned my hand over and looked at my palm, in the center of my palm was a hole that went to the skin on the back of my hand. Around this hole my skin was white hard and dead. A brood of little spiders made the hole home.
I swatted one of the spiders that was adventuring up to my wrist, and a army of small spiders warmed out of the hole in my hand.
After a heavy dose of rubbing alcohol, and sterile water the spiders where dead and my injury was cleaned up. The skin looked pinker and softer, as I bandaged up my hand.
