Okay. I know Halloween is over. But not too long ago, we had a thread on dreams, and I posted how I haven't remembered a dream in eons. Well.... it just so happens that I had the most vivid nightmare in my entire life on Halloween night. I'm still pretty shook up about it. So kick the loved ones out of your computer area, turn off the lights, and allow me to indulge you with the horrors that I came across on Friday, October thirty first, two thousand and eight.....
Rendezvous
I awake suddenly, very early in the morning. Kinda of strange to arise so awake, but whatever, on with the day. I get up and take a look out the window. It's appears to be another typical autumn morning. I open the window to allow a flow of fresh air to reach me.
"Hmmm....I think I'll go and walk to Timmie's for my morning coffee today." I thought to myself. Once outside, that's when I first noticed something strange. It's seemed as though there was barely any light. Just like at the cusp of dawn, on a gloomy, autumn morning. And the light was not increasing. It just stayed the same, barely awakening the area. When I got to the main street, I couldn't believe how quiet it was. No cars, no pedestrians, not even a single bird singing. It was still pretty early, so I grudgly shrugged it off. It kinda put a pit in the bottom of my stomach, as I head out in seek of my Timmie's coffee.
When I got to Timmie's there wasn't a soul to be found. This was really weird, it should be open by now. I start looking around again on the main street, only to see no one. Now I was starting to freak out!
"What the hell is going on?!" I thought to myself. As I start to panic, I realize exactly what I have to do. I gotta rush home and try to contact friends on
Canadian Content! I scramble through the door, log in, and immediately try to
PM others.
"C'mon!!! Somebody!!! Kreskin,
Zan,
Karrie,
shadowshiv....
.Where are you guys?!" I exclaim out loud. I try others:
"Don't Panic! Let's try L Gilbert,
Colpy,
talloola,
Lone wolf,
Praxius.....
C'mon guys!!!! I'm freaking out here!" Still, I don't give up:
"'Help!' Scott Free, D.B.,
Vanni Fucci,
MHz,
Avro,
Scratch...." still nothing.
"C'mon Dexter Sinister!
Get outta invisible mode! I need you!" It seemed hopeless.
"My God....they even got Ron_in_Regina." I sadfully admitted.
I check the T.V. networks. No live news, and some stations are out altogether. I sit down in my armchair in order to gather my thoughts. It appears that I am the last human on earth!!! After dealing with an array of emotions, I decide the best thing to do is leave the house and head out in search of somebody. Or something! Any kind of intelligence.
With the uneasy knot in my stomach, I cautionly walk the main streets. With all the questions swirling in my head, I feel almost claustrophobic. There was still barely any light, and the atmosphere seemed quite stirring and dynamic. I'm somehow drawn to my local historic park. It's a dedication to the men and women who fought for the miracle - that is freedom. In the centre of the park is an epitaph for this honour.
As I glaze my eyes across the view of the park, I notice something at the epitaph. Someone it sitting over there! I rush over, as quickly as I can,
prematurely feeling that weight come off my shoulders. As I approach, I see a man that has already noticed me, and is rising from his sitting postion.
"Hi there!" I cheerfully greet.
"I need your help, my name is --"
"alleywayzalwayz"
"How...how...did you know that?" I said, taken a back.
"I know, because I know. " he said with a spirited smile. That's when I started to get a closer look at this man. He had undaunted eyes. And a charasmatic energy resonated from his Greek-god-like features. I was instantly fearful and intimated by him.
"Who....who the hell are you?" I force out.
"My name is Scott Free." he said. The audacious smile still present.
"Oh my! Scott Free......how's it going? You had me worried there for a second. You gotta help me. What the hell is going on around here?" His answer was quick and sharp:
"I'm here for one thing." pausing, he let out a quick snicker.
"I want you to bow down and worship me and all my glory." He was so mesmerizing I had no choice but to lower my self to his feet, and completly submit in posture. I started to grovel and whimper:
"Please Scott Free, I can't do that. It goes against what I stand for, what I believe in. I'll do anything you say, anything at all, just not that!" I felt completely powerless and weak, but I try to reason.
"Please Scott Free, I am nothing, I wish only to be a student in your presence."
"Ha! You wish for a student/teacher relationship?! Ha! How laughable! You ignorance is to vast, even for the bearer of truth to defeat!" I start to full on cry now:
"I know... I know....Scott, I'm weak.... Please take me under your wing!"
"I'm afraid the only way that's going to happen is if you can reach my level of debating skills.... I have over two thousand posts! You don't even have three hundred yet! You better get up to this level or ....worship me and all my awesomeness!" Somehow, like a little tiny flame that started to intesify, I gather little tiny bits of inner strengh. Without yet making eye contact, I slowly rise to my feet. I raise my head sluggishly, my face covered with dried tears. I force myself to look at
Scott Free in the eye:
"First of all, I have motivational issues, as for the the second option, what if I refuse?" I say, in attempted manly, resolved tone.
Scott Free just grinned, as if he was hoping I would ask that very question.
"If you refuse, I'll debate you so hard, it'll make what I did to ahmadabdalrhman and eanassir look like a town hall meeting with Stuart Smalley! "
"Ouch!" I thought to myself.
Now this is the time that can define a man. Because a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Balls to the wall. Eye of the Tiger. Push it to the limit. The final countdown. Your the best around. Don't stop believin'. It's the Power of Love. We are the Champions. We will rock you:
I turned around and got the hell out of there!!! I ran as hard and as fast as I could. I turned around only briefly to see if
Scott Free was chasing me. He was only coming in my direction at a methodic walking pace. He was calm and cool. When I couldn't run anymore, I stopped a for quick moment and then continued to get outta Dodge. The adrenaline I got from the sheer fear of
Scott Free's might carried me several kilometers from our rendezvous. I eventually collapsed from exhaustion. When I was able to raise my head to see where I was, all I could see was a mail box on a post. I use the post to pull myself up. I instantly notice the name on the mail box:
Vanni Fucci.
"Vanni Fucci!" I rush to the front door and knock vigorously. No answer. Luckily I remember that
Vanni Fucci keeps a spare key under the flower pot of his prize winning begonia. I cautiously enter and call out for
Vanni:
"Vanni Fucci!? Are you home bud?! I need your help. You gotta talk to Scott Free for me...." my requests were in vain. Unsure what to do, I go over to the window to take a look. I very, very slowly pull
Vanni Fucci's bright pink curtains open just enough to let one eye see through. A wave of terror came upon me as I noticed
Scott Free bit by bit walking up to the
Vanni Fucci residence. His valiant eyes already locked on me. His firm smile once again greeting me....
author's side notes:
Scott Free: Your the man, and a good sport, therefore I knew you would be cool with a poke in the ribs. ;-)
Vanni Fucci: What can I say? I started writing and when I thought of adding you at the end, I knew it would be an awesome ending!!! ...(to this chapter).....please don't track me down and comsume my soul....:lol:
thanx to all who made their apperances and thanx to all that read my short story!
