After church and after dinner, it was time to head to Wal*Mart for some late-night shopping. Right away he saw something he just had to have. "It's a wind-up walking zombie! Clearance for $3!"
"No," mother said. "Absolutely no."
He frowned, but held on to it, just in case she changed her mind. They walked on through the store--looking at toys, at shelving, at video games. Eventually he gave up on the walking zombie and tossed it up onto a display chair as mother was busy looking at irons.
They were almost done, and decided to look at backpacks; sister's had broken. While the girls were wrapped up in school supplies, he was looking at bins of sundry when he found it: a small, shark-shaped hat for dogs. It suddenly appeared on his head. His giggling eventually drew a beleaguered look from mother.
She tried to hold it in, to ignore him, but eventually had to vaguely smile along. "That looks pretty funny."
"I have to buy it. I have to." He began to dance around, jumping and twirling in the middle of the store. Other shoppers pointedly ignored him.
Mother continued on, winding her way slowly towards the checkout. He danced in front of her--tapping, leaping, high-stepping, and River Dancing until they finally got into line.
"Fine, you can buy it."
"Eeee!"
Even though it was late, the cashier seemed amused. She scanned the hat, passed it back, and said, "Okay, you can put it back on."
"Eeee!"
The old man in line behind them was less impressed.
As they transferred bags from the carousel into the cart, he and sister discussed Halloween ideas. "I'm going as Skyler White for Halloween," she said.
"You should go as something more interesting. Hitler maybe."
She thought about it. "Yeah, that could work."
"Ooo, Sexy Hitler! Khaki mini-skirt, low-cut SS jacket..."
"What are you going as?" Sexy Hitler seemed to be outside her comfort-zone.
"Hodor. I'll wear my cloak, powder my face... Ooo, Sexy Hodor! Shave my legs, powder them--"
"We're leaving," mother said. And so they did.
Once they were in the car, mother retracted the sun roof, and he decided it would be a good idea to stand, shark-hat flapping in the breeze, waving at people as they drove past. Those who saw were amused. Most waved, some honked. Then they were home, and their adventure ended.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Friday, September 27, 2013
Diary Of A Man-Child 27/9/13
The day started off slow. He was supposed to be meeting with a writer who was looking for a filmmaker, and had been texting back and forth to establish a meeting.
Ever been to starship its close to the circle theater
No, but I can probably find it. Do you know the address?
1241 s louis
Its between 11th n 15th
It had been a long day, and he was bored. He was looking forward to the meeting; he wanted to work on some kind of film production. Still though, he was bored, and ready to have some fun with this total stranger.
At 6:40, order a beverage, then get a table facing away from the door. I will be wearing a blue shirt. At 6:45 I will sit down behind you and pass you the briefcase DO NOT MAKE EYE CONTACT. Finish your beverage, then leave. You will be contacted within 48 hours.
There, that should be good. Time to pick up sister.
On the way home from her school, he told her about the last message.
"What are you going to do if he responds?"she asked.
He shrugged. "Three options. 'Oops, wrong number.' 'Sorry, someone stole my phone.' Or: 'Those are the conditions. Don't contact the police.'"
"You should go with option two."
"Nah; I'll go with number 3. Freak him out."
Back at home he was upstairs, fixing sister's computer. Every few minutes he would catch movement out the window. He began deleting a program, then waited... waited... waited. God, the computer was slow. He looked out the window again, saw movement. Construction workers on the strip-mall across the street. Hmmm... Outside the window, the balcony. He had an idea.
He turned to sister. "Grab a blanket, hang it over the railing; I'll be right back." He ran to his room, grabbed a puppet, and returned to her room, flopping to the ground. He crawled out onto the porch, slowly raised the puppet, and began yelling, "Hey! Hey everybody! Hi, hello! How are you? What's up?"
Sister was laughing. "They see you! Oh, my gosh, they're just staring at you!"
"As soon as I get out off the porch, close the curtain." He backed out, she closed it. They laughed.
Then his phone beeped.
What is someone sees the exchange? Do we silence them? Bribe them? Flee?
He smiled; this could work.
So, he went to the meeting. It went well. They stood in the middle of a record store, discussing writing, music, drugs and... that was about it really. An hour later, it was time to leave.
On the way out, the owner yelled, "Hey! We rent space here! That'll be $20." Yes, definitely time to leave.
On the way home, he got a text.
So, he went to the meeting. It went well. They stood in the middle of a record store, discussing writing, music, drugs and... that was about it really. An hour later, it was time to leave.
On the way out, the owner yelled, "Hey! We rent space here! That'll be $20." Yes, definitely time to leave.
On the way home, he got a text.
Hey its dylan
He didn't know a Dylan... Time for a bit of fun.
Hello
Whats up
Is this my future gf
Nope, this is Hez.
who is hez
I'm a novelist/filmmaker. Who are you trying to reach?
You gave .me your number on fb
So
What is the name of the person you're trying to reach?
Nothing bye
Good, he seemed to finally get the hint. He stopped off at a store, went inside to pick up snacks for his sister's sleepover. He had gotten almost everything when his phone beeped.
Do you rememver me
I'm pretty sure I'm not who you think I am.
And that's the last he heard from Dylan that night.
E.H.U.D.: Part II: Entropy
A compendium of the chapter comprising the second part of E.H.U.D.: Prelude to Apocalypse.
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Monday, September 16, 2013
Diary Of A Man-Child 16/9/13
There were big plans for today. He was going to wake up, take his sister to the bus, then walk on to the gym. Work out, come home, get things done, work out. It didn't work out.
He woke up at ten, used the bathroom, and was finally ready at 11:30. "Lunch time," he thought. Lunch, an episode of Doctor Who, 12:30. Still time for the gym.
A mile into the two mile walk and he was ready to go home. He had made some effort towards working out; the gym could come tomorrow. Besides, mother had chores for him; he needed to get them done before picking up sister.
Back at home he gathered the bed-liner for his truck, dragged it out of the garage, and was just about ready to drive to the carwash when he made a shocking discovery: there was a recliner in the back of his car. At that moment, he realized he wouldn't be getting anything done today.
The bed-liner went back into the garage, he went into the truck, and then on to Wal*Mart. Two weeks now, he had been struggling; two weeks the cookie dough had called his name.
Back at home; watching TV, eating the entire tube of sweet, sweet salmonela risk...
3:45. Time to pick up sister. He went to the school, all three hundred pounds of beard and sleep pants, and tried his hardest not to look creepy. At 4:00, he called mother. "Yeah, is there a bail-time? Can I just go home and she can make it back on her own?"
"You're not supposed to pick her up today; she has piano. We told you last night."
Back at home, watching TV, regretting the cookie dough...
He woke up at ten, used the bathroom, and was finally ready at 11:30. "Lunch time," he thought. Lunch, an episode of Doctor Who, 12:30. Still time for the gym.
A mile into the two mile walk and he was ready to go home. He had made some effort towards working out; the gym could come tomorrow. Besides, mother had chores for him; he needed to get them done before picking up sister.
Back at home he gathered the bed-liner for his truck, dragged it out of the garage, and was just about ready to drive to the carwash when he made a shocking discovery: there was a recliner in the back of his car. At that moment, he realized he wouldn't be getting anything done today.
The bed-liner went back into the garage, he went into the truck, and then on to Wal*Mart. Two weeks now, he had been struggling; two weeks the cookie dough had called his name.
Back at home; watching TV, eating the entire tube of sweet, sweet salmonela risk...
3:45. Time to pick up sister. He went to the school, all three hundred pounds of beard and sleep pants, and tried his hardest not to look creepy. At 4:00, he called mother. "Yeah, is there a bail-time? Can I just go home and she can make it back on her own?"
"You're not supposed to pick her up today; she has piano. We told you last night."
Back at home, watching TV, regretting the cookie dough...
Monday, September 9, 2013
E.H.U.D.: Chapter 22
Chapter 22
Rachel sat in a cold grey
conference room in the cold grey airport.
At least, she assumed the airport was grey. She hadn't seen much beyond the terminal,
hadn't been outside at all. It was cold. And now it was getting late, and nothing at
all had been decided.
She looked at her allies: a group
of six other passengers, each from a different flight, that had been selected
to represent all the stranded passengers.
At least three of them were lawyers, but she couldn't remember which
ones: everyone looked frumpy and unwashed.
They had been in here for over five hours, arguing.
They argued with the people from
the airline: One vice president, two customer care specialists, two
lawyers. The lawyers she could identify
from the suits they wore. The
rest... she didn't even care who they
were anymore.
One of the lawyers was talking,
exhaustion evident in her voice. “Again,
we are in no way liable for this situation.
This was a government mandated grounding. We sympathize with you, and will of course
help to arrange lodging or other forms of transport, but we cannot and will not
provide financial recompense for costs incurred during this layover.”
One of Rachel's allies answered;
probably a lawyer. “As this is a
federally mandated grounding, then I am sure the federal government will
reimburse you for any costs incurred while assisting us.”
God, were politics always this
boring? The news made it seem so simple,
Mom's rallies made it seem so exciting.
Negotiating was just... She
didn't know how much more she could take.
Someone else had the same idea she
did. “Look, let's just table this
tonight, figure it out—”
“We can't! If we stop here, everyone's going to have to
find hotels, with no idea of who's going to pay!”
The mobile in Rachel's pocket
buzzed, and she straightened in her chair.
An enemy lawyer noticed the
movement. “Yes, Ms. Donalson, do you
have any ideas you'd wish to contribute?”
“Little compromise on the last
point raised. Fifteen minute break?”
There was a moment of silence, then
a babble of assent. They all stood,
chairs scraping, and walked stiff-legged out of the room.
Rachel remained seated and dug out
her mobile.
There was a message from
Tisha: Rach - - check the news!
Rachel rubbed her forehead. She didn't need any more on her mind right
now. Still, if Tisha thought it was
important enough to message so late...
She opened a browser, began flicking through the news feed. Almost at once she saw the name: John
Donalson. Click, open story. An old photo, John looking younger, with
hair. The story...
Cyd was right. After months of yelling it on the street
corners, it seemed the homeless woman had correctly identified a Defender. After displaying his powers, Donalson was invited
to join President Latterndale for a summit on international/Defender
relations. Then, a force of U.S.
soldiers ambushed and killed the erstwhile Defender. The battle, short and brutal, had claimed the
lives of at least ten soldiers, as well as over a hundred civilians who were
caught in a building set alight by a downed chopper.
Rachel gasped and slumped back into
her seat. It had to be a joke, it
couldn't be real—she clicked a link at the bottom, found a response video,
listened as Senator Terstein's voice sprang into life.
“The time for action is now! Even as protection and goodwill were offered
to this young man, our military has struck him down! So far, every Defender to pop up has been
struck down, and I am forced to ask our president, 'Why, Edgar?
“What aren't you telling us, Mr.
President? I am beyond the point of
giving you the benefit of the doubt, and so too, I hope, is America. Where are you? Step forward and set the record straight!”
Another link, another. Riots in major cities, raids on army bases,
more members of the LCR springing up all over southern California.
More links, international
responses. Iranian Ambassador Ahmad
Mokri, denouncing America as a rogue state, advising all nuclear states to
prepare themselves for possible hostilities.
More links, NORAD readying
anti-missile countermeasures, more links—
It was all Rachel could do to keep
from crying. John was gone...
As the door to the conference room
opened, as people returned, Rachel felt tears begin to streak her face.
Darkness engulfed
Philadelphia. Beyond the light of Sky
Crest, blackness extended into infinity.
There were occasional sparks of gunfire, brief flares of stars exploding
into existence, then fading away into nothingness.
Indistinct movement passed over the
gunfire, and Amanda Latterndale shifted her focus, took in her own reflection
in the glass wall that curved overhead.
She could see the penthouse behind her, open wood floor for twenty feet,
then continuing under the steel loft of the floor above. Ethan sat in the small living area in one
corner, playing with his one legged Gigawatt toy.
Movement again. An aid, up a flight of stairs to where
Mistlethwakey stood in conference with several soldiers. The aid pushed in close, said something to
the General, waited for a response, then returned the way he had come. Minutes passed, the General dismissed his
entourage, then descended the stairs and came to a stop next to Amanda.
“It's kind of beautiful, don't you
think?” he asked in a somber tone.
“In a rather perverse way,
yes. Did the messenger bear bad news?”
Mistlethwakey ran his hand through
his hair, shaking his head. “Just an
update on Norgent. It looks like he's
going to be okay.” He dropped his hands,
then fell silent.
Amanda glanced at him. “Something on your mind?”
“Just...” he gestured back at the
few soldiers who continued to mill around upstairs. “They're so damn concerned with what's
happening outside, they're not seeing the bigger picture.”
“Which is?”
“We're on the edge of nuclear war.”
Amanda let that sink in, ground her
teeth. “They're really that afraid of
what the Defenders will do?”
“The Defenders?” Mistlethwakey shook his head. “For once, this isn't all about them. We're a nuclear power, with an absentee
president, terrorist groups in control of our biggest airport, rioting in all
our major cities, and politicians very publicly calling for armed revolt. Most in the last four hours, I might
add. We're the very definition of an
unstable state.”
Amanda sighed. “And Ed assured me we'd be safe here...”
The General turned and appraised
her. “He was absolutely right; this is
the safest place on the goddamn planet.
It'd survive the end of the world.”
She smiled. “You know something I don't?”
He nodded. “Damn right.”
He returned to staring out the window.
She returned her attention to the
reflections. Behind her, Ethan was
gripping the Gigawatt, swinging it at a small stand of army men. The innocent play seemed so wrong in light of
what was happening just outside their window.
The bigger figure would hit, the little men would fall. How many civilians were dying out there,
gunned down as they tried to break into police stations, or take over train
lines?
“Have you been speaking with Ed?”
Mistlethwakey looked up. “Hm?
Not as such. He's not exactly on
speaking terms with me at the moment.”
“Seems a bit odd for him to name
you NSA.”
He shrugged. “I think he was trying to get me out of the
way.”
“Has Ed been speaking with anyone
else?”
“Ashby said he's been a little
withdrawn lately...”
“Right.” Amanda stood a little straighter, let the
room blur as she focused on the eternal night outside. “Then as far as anyone's concerned, you're
speaking for him, as security adviser.
You'll get a SEAL team, infiltrate LAX, take the damn thing back. If they fly out any planes, you shoot them
down as soon as they're clear of the city.
This country's been on lockdown long enough.”
He quirked an eyebrow. She turned for a moment to look at him, saw
that he was offering no resistance, returned to her vigil.
“Once the skies are clear, you're
going to get as much FEMA support flying as is humanly possible. I know it's not your purview, but you see it
gets done. You land food and medicine in
all the major cities, the ones with the worst fighting: Chicago, LA, San
Antonio, New York. You get the
idea. Pick a spot, somewhere large but
defensible. Lock it down. Then, you start letting in anyone who wants
to get away. Make sure they don't have
weapons.
“Here, you do it in Sky Crest. I know you've got some barricades
already. Now, everything outside
Kensington's a dead zone. Hell, even
Kensington. You now have the tower, the
mall, and the immediate surroundings.
Pull back the troops. Anyone who
wants can come in, but absolutely no one gets out.”
He nodded, then ran his hands
through his hair again. “You're
suggesting concentration camps.”
She returned the nod. “Hostages.
It'll mostly be women and children who come. Safety, food, and medicine. You said yourself we're a destabilized
state. People out there are fighting for
ideals, for the future. If you take
their families, their futures, they'll have nothing to fight for. If you take the families hostage, the men
have no choice but to give up and go home.”
They stood in silence for a minute,
the last few soldiers descending the stairs and making their way to the
elevator.
“You realize he's not coming for
you, right?”
Amanda clenched her jaw. “How long ago did he choose the world over
me?”
Mistlethwakey shook his head,
shrugged. “I don't have an exact date;
it's ancient history to me.”
“Just make sure you get it
done. Then we can get back to worrying
about those fucking EHUDs.” Amanda
turned from the window and stormed away.
She approached Ethan, got his attention, gathered him in an embrace.
Mistlethwakey watched in the
reflection, then looked beyond the shadow world into the darkness beyond... and
smiled.
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