More demons
I was invited to a field, and was told to provide transport. They would provide arms, and they would give directions.
Two old friends whom have all but disappeared. Neither would tell me how he came to know that it was /this/ field, not far from DHS. In my family's black Buick I made a right turn off Waukeegan and drove down a narrow dirt road to a large clearing--
something from a movie I saw last November. A movie that will likely never be known by more than two hundred pairs of eyes. It was between Summer and Autumn, and it was dry in daylight. I parked near the edge of the rectangular expanse of rough grass surrounded by a thin forest.
They wore garb familiar to me, as it has appeared in nearly all of my true Internal worlds. Imagine a trenchcoat mixed with portions of elaborate metal armor framed to promote something entirely more intimidating than what is underneath it, but what happens to practice with impeccable fine response as if it were even lighter than a cyberpunk-chick's leather tube top. They armed themselves with, one, a bastard sword only different from my own in it being battle-functional and, two, a three-headed morningstar. And they walked forward from my vantage behind a slightly-tinted windshield to greet a malicious host.
It had to be from some videogame. The creatures, most of their details lost to the nether (including the color of their blood), appeared in bursts of light erupting from, but not scarring, the dry ground. And my friends, cool-faced, began dismembering them.
Frigo was late. I had invited him, exhanged a new cell-phone number, and told him this might be fun, but he was nowhere to be seen. Nowhere to be heard, so I dialed him and text-messaged a brief line of inquiry. He swiftly replied: he needed a ride. I rolled down the windows and shouted I'd be back with reinforcements, and circled back down what I now understood was a one-way road.
I picked Frigo up at the Walgreens off Waukeegen--the field was somewhere inbetween here and the highschool. And we hurried back.
And just as we both stepped out of the car, this time myself ready to join in, I woke up.
Two old friends whom have all but disappeared. Neither would tell me how he came to know that it was /this/ field, not far from DHS. In my family's black Buick I made a right turn off Waukeegan and drove down a narrow dirt road to a large clearing--
something from a movie I saw last November. A movie that will likely never be known by more than two hundred pairs of eyes. It was between Summer and Autumn, and it was dry in daylight. I parked near the edge of the rectangular expanse of rough grass surrounded by a thin forest.
They wore garb familiar to me, as it has appeared in nearly all of my true Internal worlds. Imagine a trenchcoat mixed with portions of elaborate metal armor framed to promote something entirely more intimidating than what is underneath it, but what happens to practice with impeccable fine response as if it were even lighter than a cyberpunk-chick's leather tube top. They armed themselves with, one, a bastard sword only different from my own in it being battle-functional and, two, a three-headed morningstar. And they walked forward from my vantage behind a slightly-tinted windshield to greet a malicious host.
It had to be from some videogame. The creatures, most of their details lost to the nether (including the color of their blood), appeared in bursts of light erupting from, but not scarring, the dry ground. And my friends, cool-faced, began dismembering them.
Frigo was late. I had invited him, exhanged a new cell-phone number, and told him this might be fun, but he was nowhere to be seen. Nowhere to be heard, so I dialed him and text-messaged a brief line of inquiry. He swiftly replied: he needed a ride. I rolled down the windows and shouted I'd be back with reinforcements, and circled back down what I now understood was a one-way road.
I picked Frigo up at the Walgreens off Waukeegen--the field was somewhere inbetween here and the highschool. And we hurried back.
And just as we both stepped out of the car, this time myself ready to join in, I woke up.
posted by SJ at 7/10/2005 08:48:00 PM
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