He paced the room anxiously while on the phone, trying for his life to look calm but failing. Jocelyn kept trying to ask him questions but there was not much he could say. "Hello?" Was what came through the line of the phone.
"It's me again."
"I know Mr. Carter, why are you calling this number again? We have taken care of your problem. . ."
"Well something else has shown up and from the looks of them, I'm guessing the incidents are related." He knew his voice broke slightly and his voice was shaky, he waited to hear something in return. The agent had his hand over the receiver and was telling his partner something he could not make out."
"What kind of. . ."
"Green monkeys, two of them." Jack said quickly, but it still sounded insane to him anyways.
"Tartutic. . . Wait, two? Are you sure?" He started to sound angry.
"Yes I'm fucking sure! They almost killed my. . ." He paced by the window and saw the two monkeys conversing with a third one. "Ok there is three and they are still outside my house." He whispered. "Hello?" All he heard in response was a dial tone. "Damn it."
"Hey why aren't you talking to me?" His little cousin yelled. Jack rushed over to her and put his hand over her mouth, with the other he put his finger to his lips. He got down on his hands and knees and made his way to the window, Jocelyn and Cujo right behind him. When he got there he peaked out and they were gone. "I don't see anything."
Before Jack could explain what he had seen, there was a knock on the door. He jumped up and almost ran to the door to see the agents. "Agent Thomas. . . Frank." He said and motioned them to come in.
"Who the hell are those guys Jackie?"
"Ok for one Joce. . . You know I hate Jackie and for two. . . I actually I don't really have an answer for who they are but they know this stuff apparently."
"Jack, just call me Tom because it looks like you're going to be seeing us for longer than we thought."
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Chapter Four
Jackson was not a stupid 25 year old boy. He did not want his little cousin around if someone was in the house but he did not want to have her alone in some room and have her taken if they were still around. He turned to her as he grabbed a flashlight, afraid turning on the lights might scare someone into doing something stupid, and said, "Stay close behind me and try not to scream unless you see someone." She nodded her understanding as he looked at her pale face. He did not know if she was as scared as he was but she was at least close. He flicked the flashlight one and started towards the living room. Cujo, having been trained since he was just a pup saw the signs Jack was making and made sure to follow them since he was on edge as well. He motioned for Cujo to go to the livingroom and he did, sniffing around, he sneezed once, then twice. His owner reccognized this as him keeping the scent of whoever had been here in his memory, in case it was needed. He listened to the clicking of the dog's nail as he circled the living room. When he came back into the hallway Jack knew it was clear.
He let out a breath and motioned with the light down the small hallway to the kitchen on the right, straight across from the livingroom. As Cujo went in he listened as he heard the dog check the cupboards, he listened as he heard a shuffling sound, whcih he took was Cujo looking under the table. When he came back out they moved on down to Jack's bedroom, then the bathroom and lastly the spare room which had been turned into Jack's writing room or "office". It was in the last room where it seemed to go a little wrong.
The 2 year old pup went into the room, he began his circling. But it was when he was suppoed to be roughly around the window that he heard growling. "Stay here," He whispered as he got up and got into the doorway. He was about to turn on the light when he saw what looked like a monkey on the broken window sill. It was almost like the creature, the scrunt, almost as if it was made of branches instead of grass. Green, moss covered twigs, wet from recent rain, the smell wafted over to him. It actually was somewhat familiar to him for some reason. The feet, or what he could see, looked like they had gone through freshly mowed grass, like hair sprouting randomly on its body. It was then he heard a bark and a cry like a monkey and as he looked he saw a second of these monkeys standing off with Cujo. The monkey swung but Cujo dodged and came in for a neck bite but the creature was faster and knocked him to the floor. "Cujo!" Jack ran for his friend as the monkey moved to the window with its counterpart. They looked at one another and then back at Jack before they left the same way, he guessed, they came in. Through the window. "I guess my office is now traffic for the weird." He mumbled as he took a look at his dog. "You're ok buddy you're ok. Let me look Cujo, Hey! Don't snap at me let me look." When Cujo finally let him look him over nothing felt broken, there was no bleeding just some sore spots. "Good boy." he said to him, petting him gently. "It's ok Joce. Everything ok now."
He looked into the doorway and saw her already standing there. "I'll say! What were those things?"
"I don't know," he said, staring around at the ruins, but he smiled as a thought came to him. "But I know where to find out."
He let out a breath and motioned with the light down the small hallway to the kitchen on the right, straight across from the livingroom. As Cujo went in he listened as he heard the dog check the cupboards, he listened as he heard a shuffling sound, whcih he took was Cujo looking under the table. When he came back out they moved on down to Jack's bedroom, then the bathroom and lastly the spare room which had been turned into Jack's writing room or "office". It was in the last room where it seemed to go a little wrong.
The 2 year old pup went into the room, he began his circling. But it was when he was suppoed to be roughly around the window that he heard growling. "Stay here," He whispered as he got up and got into the doorway. He was about to turn on the light when he saw what looked like a monkey on the broken window sill. It was almost like the creature, the scrunt, almost as if it was made of branches instead of grass. Green, moss covered twigs, wet from recent rain, the smell wafted over to him. It actually was somewhat familiar to him for some reason. The feet, or what he could see, looked like they had gone through freshly mowed grass, like hair sprouting randomly on its body. It was then he heard a bark and a cry like a monkey and as he looked he saw a second of these monkeys standing off with Cujo. The monkey swung but Cujo dodged and came in for a neck bite but the creature was faster and knocked him to the floor. "Cujo!" Jack ran for his friend as the monkey moved to the window with its counterpart. They looked at one another and then back at Jack before they left the same way, he guessed, they came in. Through the window. "I guess my office is now traffic for the weird." He mumbled as he took a look at his dog. "You're ok buddy you're ok. Let me look Cujo, Hey! Don't snap at me let me look." When Cujo finally let him look him over nothing felt broken, there was no bleeding just some sore spots. "Good boy." he said to him, petting him gently. "It's ok Joce. Everything ok now."
He looked into the doorway and saw her already standing there. "I'll say! What were those things?"
"I don't know," he said, staring around at the ruins, but he smiled as a thought came to him. "But I know where to find out."
Monday, January 14, 2013
Chapter Three
As Jackson headed inside he heard barking. Cujo was at the door as he came in whining and licking him all over. "Oh stop being such a worry wart you big baby." As he walked to the kitchen he noticed that the two strange men he had been with, were no longer with him at all. In fact, when he went outside to find them, thinking they may be by the dead body of the creature he had killed, he didn't even find the body. "Okay. I'm officially a little creeped." He headed back inside for his Coke and rum mix, he didn't even care that it was two in the afternoon. When Cujo gave him a look that said, isn't it early, he just said, "Hey, it's five o'clock somewhere" before downing the rest of glass two.
He slid out another Smooth cigarrette as he found his way to the couch. Sliding into the comfortable cushions, not even getting the chance to turn the T.V. on before he passed out.
He was dreaming. He had to be dreaming. There was no way that a giant eagle was giving him a ride on its back. No that's not right. It is Eatlon. He did not stop to even think of how he knew that. He watched as the montain city came into view. He was finally home. After all of these years. He smiled and did not care to wipe the one solitary tear that fell from his eye. As he looked down on the long forgotten city beneath the sea he could hear crowds of people cheering his return. But as quick as came.
Jackson awoke with a start. Cujo was barking at him, ringing his bell by the door. "Oh come on man really?" He groaned as he got out of his seat to get the leash. "Alright let's go." As he clicked the leash into place and opened the door for the excited puppy.
The dog did its business as Jackson bundled himself up a little more to protect himself from the chill night as he watched Cujo walked to the car. "Where are you going?" He watched him walk to the car and bark at the door. "Cuj' we're not going anywhere for the next. . . Oh shit." He thankfully had his keys in his jacket when he had check the time and noticed it was 9:00 p.m. and he was late.
He opened the door and let Cujo take his backseat place and sped out of the parking lot a little to fast. Thankfully it only took him five minutes to get to the bus station, along the way noticing he had not only missed a phone call from his aunt but also from Jocelyn and Grace. "Bud we are in so much trouble." Cujo whined and laid his head down. "Yeah I know."
He pulled into the vacant lot and kept the car running. He sat on the hood and looked around, not seeing any signs of life. He sighed and prayed the girl had not taken a cab since she probably had no money and expected Jack to pay for it for being late. He pulled out a smoke and decided to wait a little longer but he was lucky because she came walking out. She had a backpack over her pink winter coat, a messenger bag across her shoulder with flowers on it and a look that could kill.
"I thought you quit smoking." He flinched, remembering he had just lit one.
"I uh. . ."
"Don't bother lying to me Jackie, you know I won't take it. You said, you said. . ."
"I know I know I know, but it was a hard day and. . . I'll get it in the car."
It was a quiet ride back to the apartment, even the dog was quiet. Although, he was quiet because Jocelyn was rubbing him behind his ear. Traitor, was all Jackson could think. When they finally pulled up, she did not even wait for Jack to turn and try to apologize, she grabbed her bags by her feet went for the door. Jack followed behind quickly hoping to make this better but as he got to the door he could tell something as wrong.
"Joce."
"Yeah?"
"Get behind me." She did without saying another word. The apartment was a mess, it was obvious someone, not some thing had been in here, and he did not want his little cousin finding out what.
He slid out another Smooth cigarrette as he found his way to the couch. Sliding into the comfortable cushions, not even getting the chance to turn the T.V. on before he passed out.
He was dreaming. He had to be dreaming. There was no way that a giant eagle was giving him a ride on its back. No that's not right. It is Eatlon. He did not stop to even think of how he knew that. He watched as the montain city came into view. He was finally home. After all of these years. He smiled and did not care to wipe the one solitary tear that fell from his eye. As he looked down on the long forgotten city beneath the sea he could hear crowds of people cheering his return. But as quick as came.
Jackson awoke with a start. Cujo was barking at him, ringing his bell by the door. "Oh come on man really?" He groaned as he got out of his seat to get the leash. "Alright let's go." As he clicked the leash into place and opened the door for the excited puppy.
The dog did its business as Jackson bundled himself up a little more to protect himself from the chill night as he watched Cujo walked to the car. "Where are you going?" He watched him walk to the car and bark at the door. "Cuj' we're not going anywhere for the next. . . Oh shit." He thankfully had his keys in his jacket when he had check the time and noticed it was 9:00 p.m. and he was late.
He opened the door and let Cujo take his backseat place and sped out of the parking lot a little to fast. Thankfully it only took him five minutes to get to the bus station, along the way noticing he had not only missed a phone call from his aunt but also from Jocelyn and Grace. "Bud we are in so much trouble." Cujo whined and laid his head down. "Yeah I know."
He pulled into the vacant lot and kept the car running. He sat on the hood and looked around, not seeing any signs of life. He sighed and prayed the girl had not taken a cab since she probably had no money and expected Jack to pay for it for being late. He pulled out a smoke and decided to wait a little longer but he was lucky because she came walking out. She had a backpack over her pink winter coat, a messenger bag across her shoulder with flowers on it and a look that could kill.
"I thought you quit smoking." He flinched, remembering he had just lit one.
"I uh. . ."
"Don't bother lying to me Jackie, you know I won't take it. You said, you said. . ."
"I know I know I know, but it was a hard day and. . . I'll get it in the car."
It was a quiet ride back to the apartment, even the dog was quiet. Although, he was quiet because Jocelyn was rubbing him behind his ear. Traitor, was all Jackson could think. When they finally pulled up, she did not even wait for Jack to turn and try to apologize, she grabbed her bags by her feet went for the door. Jack followed behind quickly hoping to make this better but as he got to the door he could tell something as wrong.
"Joce."
"Yeah?"
"Get behind me." She did without saying another word. The apartment was a mess, it was obvious someone, not some thing had been in here, and he did not want his little cousin finding out what.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Chapter Two
He leaped over the windowsill and dropped to one knee. He clenched the bat a little tighter when he heard the rustling of leaves again. He tried ot turn towards the sound, when it sounded like it came from the right, but when he did another came from the left. "hello?" he yelled. The answer he received was a growl. "Oh fuck." He tried to calm down but he was having some trouble. He reached into his pocket with one hand, grabbbing his phone and the card the two mysterious men had given them and started dialing the number.
"Agent Thomas." As he was about to answer the creature jumped and was on top of him. It was a blur of claws, a muzzle filled with teeth and the sound of those teeth knawing on wood. When Jack finally got a good look at this creature it wasn't really covered with fur. It looked like it was nothing but laid flat grass, matted and clumped mudd was what held it together. Its jaw snapped and wriggled trying to get through the hard maple wood. Jack pushed a little harder but his arms could not do anymore, even with his adrenaline rush, and that is what was worrying him. He lowered it closer to his face and could smell his breath, rotten leaves, moss and petrified wood. "Dude. . . Two words. Breath mint." He shoved up and over on the bat, sending the thing flying to the ground and sliding on the new wet leaves from the rain last night. He stared at its eyes and it faced off with him. He finally put his feet underneath him to stand. He put the bat between the two of them and held it more like a staff instead of a bat. He watched as it backed up as he advanced. "What in gods name. . . You have the advantage boy. Take it." He muttered uder his breath. He took another step but heard a twig snap, he looked down and as he did, the creature jumped. "Jesu. . ." He cried, pushing the bat forward and planting his feet to keep from falling over again. It stumbled and Jack took his chance to swing, like the pro-athlete his wasn't, striking the side of it's green muzzle and hearing the sound of broken branches instead of bone. It crumpled at his feet and almost seemed to dissolve into the grass.
Jack stepped back and fell over himself trying to breathe and not freak out. The bat fell from his hands and found their way into his brown hair which was sweaty, wet from the leaves sticking here and there on his head andmore sweat.
He heard something like words coming from on the ground, it was then he realized his phone was still on. He picked it up with shaking hands.
"Mr. Carter? Are you there sir? Are you. . . No I haven't heard anything from. . ."
"I'm here agent Thomas. And uh. . . I think I found the creature you were looking for. Is it ok if it's dead?"
"It's what?"
"Dead."
"How did you. . ."
"Baseball bat." He answered. There was silence on the other end as agent Thomas tried to think of an answer.
"You killed it. With a baseball bat?"
"That is what I said."
"We'll be over in ten." Jackson could hear the car tires squealing as it turned sharply. "Where are you?"
"Outside my apartment, around the back." The line went dead and when he looked at the phone's screen it said 'call disconnected'.
"Well bye to you too." He slid it back into his pocket and made it back to his window and sat on the open sill. "Fuck it." He leaned back and got into the drawer and pulled out his Malboro Smooth pack of ciggarettes and a scorpio lighter. He slipped one out with ease of repitive practice as well as lighting it and sliding both pieces into his chest pocket.
By the time he had finished his first smoke in over 2 years the two agents had come around the back of the complex. "s'about time boys." He let out the last bit of smoke and dropped the butt to the ground, dropped down from the sill and crushed his smoldering butt. He walked towards where the body was, which he had been staring at since he had killed it.
Where is it Mr. . . Oh." He pointed at the corpse as he slid another smoke between his lips. "And you. . ." He motioned a swing with a clicking sound with his tongue."
"Right to his muzzle. Surprised I hit him really since I never was good at baseball but I guess when you're life depends on it."
"Well uh. . . Thank you very much. . ."
"You want to tell me why my life depended on this? And why the fuck this thing was around here in general. This is not a common mutt since this. . .this. . . Shit that is covering him is not fur." Jackson got louder as he went about his rant. "You wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?"
"Sir. . ." The other agent started to say.
"Shut up Frank."
"But he's. . ."
"It's kind of late for that because of our own mess." He motion to his lips towards Jack and he passed a smoke over to him and lit it. "What you killed was a scrunt. Straight from the blue world, which you should not have been able to kill it."
"Why not? because before most people can even see it. It strikes from the grass. No human response is fast enough to do anything."
"But I did."
"And the only way you could have would be if for some reason you had some inkling of where it was. They attack from behind, not the front."
There was silence among the three of them.
"I need a stiff drink." Jackson sighed.
"Agent Thomas." As he was about to answer the creature jumped and was on top of him. It was a blur of claws, a muzzle filled with teeth and the sound of those teeth knawing on wood. When Jack finally got a good look at this creature it wasn't really covered with fur. It looked like it was nothing but laid flat grass, matted and clumped mudd was what held it together. Its jaw snapped and wriggled trying to get through the hard maple wood. Jack pushed a little harder but his arms could not do anymore, even with his adrenaline rush, and that is what was worrying him. He lowered it closer to his face and could smell his breath, rotten leaves, moss and petrified wood. "Dude. . . Two words. Breath mint." He shoved up and over on the bat, sending the thing flying to the ground and sliding on the new wet leaves from the rain last night. He stared at its eyes and it faced off with him. He finally put his feet underneath him to stand. He put the bat between the two of them and held it more like a staff instead of a bat. He watched as it backed up as he advanced. "What in gods name. . . You have the advantage boy. Take it." He muttered uder his breath. He took another step but heard a twig snap, he looked down and as he did, the creature jumped. "Jesu. . ." He cried, pushing the bat forward and planting his feet to keep from falling over again. It stumbled and Jack took his chance to swing, like the pro-athlete his wasn't, striking the side of it's green muzzle and hearing the sound of broken branches instead of bone. It crumpled at his feet and almost seemed to dissolve into the grass.
Jack stepped back and fell over himself trying to breathe and not freak out. The bat fell from his hands and found their way into his brown hair which was sweaty, wet from the leaves sticking here and there on his head andmore sweat.
He heard something like words coming from on the ground, it was then he realized his phone was still on. He picked it up with shaking hands.
"Mr. Carter? Are you there sir? Are you. . . No I haven't heard anything from. . ."
"I'm here agent Thomas. And uh. . . I think I found the creature you were looking for. Is it ok if it's dead?"
"It's what?"
"Dead."
"How did you. . ."
"Baseball bat." He answered. There was silence on the other end as agent Thomas tried to think of an answer.
"You killed it. With a baseball bat?"
"That is what I said."
"We'll be over in ten." Jackson could hear the car tires squealing as it turned sharply. "Where are you?"
"Outside my apartment, around the back." The line went dead and when he looked at the phone's screen it said 'call disconnected'.
"Well bye to you too." He slid it back into his pocket and made it back to his window and sat on the open sill. "Fuck it." He leaned back and got into the drawer and pulled out his Malboro Smooth pack of ciggarettes and a scorpio lighter. He slipped one out with ease of repitive practice as well as lighting it and sliding both pieces into his chest pocket.
By the time he had finished his first smoke in over 2 years the two agents had come around the back of the complex. "s'about time boys." He let out the last bit of smoke and dropped the butt to the ground, dropped down from the sill and crushed his smoldering butt. He walked towards where the body was, which he had been staring at since he had killed it.
Where is it Mr. . . Oh." He pointed at the corpse as he slid another smoke between his lips. "And you. . ." He motioned a swing with a clicking sound with his tongue."
"Right to his muzzle. Surprised I hit him really since I never was good at baseball but I guess when you're life depends on it."
"Well uh. . . Thank you very much. . ."
"You want to tell me why my life depended on this? And why the fuck this thing was around here in general. This is not a common mutt since this. . .this. . . Shit that is covering him is not fur." Jackson got louder as he went about his rant. "You wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?"
"Sir. . ." The other agent started to say.
"Shut up Frank."
"But he's. . ."
"It's kind of late for that because of our own mess." He motion to his lips towards Jack and he passed a smoke over to him and lit it. "What you killed was a scrunt. Straight from the blue world, which you should not have been able to kill it."
"Why not? because before most people can even see it. It strikes from the grass. No human response is fast enough to do anything."
"But I did."
"And the only way you could have would be if for some reason you had some inkling of where it was. They attack from behind, not the front."
There was silence among the three of them.
"I need a stiff drink." Jackson sighed.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Chapter One
It was a long day, even before it went down hill. Of course, he couldn't have seen what was going to happen, but if he had? Jackson would have stayed in bed and forgotten all of his plans. Then again, if that had happened, he would not have been on such a grand adventure. . . he would be dead.
Jacksons difficult day began with an annoying alarm, he had already not slept well but now this piece of shit was going to drive him insane long before sleep deprivation. He rolled and dropped a fist on it--repeatedly--until it cracked and died. He turned his wrist over to see how long it had been going off only to find out it was 9:00 a.m. and he was supposed to be leaving for the bus station at 8:30.
"Oh come on!" He threw off his sheets and made his way through the mess he called an apartment to find clothes suitable enough to wear.
Not finding any around the house he reached into a laundry bag in the living room and clawed through it to find a dark blue button up, which he left open, exposing his white tank top, and a pair of jeans with no holes. "Shoes, shoes, where the f. . ." He stopped in the doorway of the living-room kitchen area and found his only pair of good shoes under the table being nibbled on by his dog Cujo. "Buddy what're you doing?" He grabbed the first one out of the puppy's jaw and the second one before he could try and grab it. Thankfully the shoes looked ok besides being slobbered on by a german shepherd. "Come'on Cuj' lets go for a ride." He waved his arm to the door and he was off like a bullet. He started sliding on the wooden paneling by the doorbut got his bearings, enough to bark twice and ring the bell that was kept for him. Jack grabbed the leash and put it on while opening the door, just in time for Cujo to running for the car.
"Easy boy, Easy!" He held on but it was all fun and games for the pup. Once the were both setled in they were off. He pulled into the bus station which was only a 5 minute drive from his house, he looked around for who he was picking up. When he didn't see her he climbed out of the running car and ran inside to look.
"God damnit girl." He muttered, he rubbed his hands together to try and rid himself of the bite of the october air, he walked to the front desk. "Excuse me." He asked the front desk lady. She was staring very intently at a romance novel, apparently it was a good part because she held up a finger with a long red (and possibly manicured) nail. When she finally looked up the smile left her face after she gave him a once over and started on chewing gum.
"Yes?"
"Can you tell me when the bus from. . .Shit uh. . . I don't know where it's coming from but it was coming in at like 8:35?"
"Sir no bus comes in at that time until. . ." She turned toward her computer, looked at what was probably the schedule and looked back, "tonight."
Jack blinked. "What?"
"8:35 bus from Bangor to Augusta is this evening, not this morning sir." She pulled the screen so he could see and she was right. He nodded, sighed and left. "Have a nice day sir." She said to his back.
He climbed back in the car fuming that he had gotten it wrong. It was then he wondered why his alarm was set to that time. He never woke u that early. A light clicked on in his head a he dialed the number for Grace. When it rang three times and went to voicemail he knew he was in trouble. He called again and this time she picked up. "I don't want to talk to you Jackson. This is the third time you've left me high and dry and I will not stand for this. . ."
He sighed. "Grace, Grace. Wait ill you just listen for one second. . . Ok that language is not nice. . . Grace!" She finally stopped for a second, shocked that he was yelling. "I'm sorry about yelling, and I'm sorry I wasn't there but I do have a good reason. I confused the times. I thought we had a dinner date and I thought I had to pick up someone this morning, but I guess it was the opposite times."
She gasped. "Who the hell are you picking?"
"Jocelyn, my little cousin. Why do you think through the 3 years. . .
"4 years. . ."
"ok 4 years we have been together I usually don't see you on this weekend? It's her birthday and I always see her. When I moved down here she missed me on her birthday so I drove down, then we made a deal that each year I would either drive and see her or she would come visit me."
Jack heard a sniffle on the other end of the phone. "That is so cute Jackie." He roled his eyes at his pet name. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed back home to try and get some work done. "Of course I understand. Can I meet her?"
"Yeah, I'll let you know tomorrow what's going on. She likes to bring up a notebook of ideas that we go through and try to do at least two so I'll ask her. This is her weekend after all."
"Wait. . ." Static filled the phone as Grace sat down, probably in her own car in a huff he figured. "Why is she so important to you?"
"After her Father died I would ride my bike to my Aunt's house after school and help out with anything I could. That was the big reason I first got a job was to help pay the bills for them. She thinks of me as a brother, maybe even a father in some ways." Jack started to recall the past, thinking of her as a daughter and more. "She even helped me when I got into some pretty bad things. She looked after me and I protected her." Another 'awe' filled the phone and Jack sk his head to clear his thoughts. "I'll talk to you tonight Grace, I got to get some work done."
They said their goodbyes as Jack pulled up to the apartment again where two men stood on his doorstep knocking and looking very angry.
"Can I help you boys?" Jack closed his door and opened the backseat to grab the dog who was whining and barking slightly and started walking to his apartment.
"Are you Jackson Carter? Resident of 4B of this complex? Author of Rising Storm and Power Surge?"
"Yeah." He answered hesitantly. "What's this about?"
"Have you seen or heard anything strange lately? A big dog wandering around. .." Cujo barked an nuzzled the other man who got down on one knee to pet him while Cujo licked his face. "Besides yours."
Jackson shook his head and called the dog back to his side. "Only noises or sights I've seen are Mr. Lewinsky in 2A ho gets drunk and yels at his wife before storming off to the bar a few blocks down." His hand that wasn't holding the collar naturally went to his pocket as he grabbed his phone. For some reason these men worried him enough that he wanted to make he had it in case anything happened.
"Well if that's the case just let us know if anything comes up." The first man shook his hand and headed over to the black car that Jack just now noticed, the other came up to Jack before reaching into his pocket for something, Jack tensed a little before he pulled a pad and paper out his jacket.
"Can I get an autograph sir? I'm a big fan." He gave a goofy grin as he held them out. Jack sighed and smiled back, taking the items and signing them. "Have a good day Mr. Carter."
Jack gave a small wave before unlocking his door and going in. He dropped his keys on the sideboard, and let Cujo off his leash who went straight to his bed by the window to make sure everything was in its place.
Although when Jack visited his study it was a different story. What was a room with books shoved on the shelves and papers all over an oak desk was a room that had the papers all over the floor and the books looked as if they were almost torn apart. "What the. . ." He felt for his phone which was going off and found a text from his aunt telling him his cousin had gotten on the bus and he needed to be there. He replied with a yes and went about fixing everything.
When he got to the window which was left open he saw the brush start to move. "Shit." He scrambled around the room trying to find a weapon and found a bat, and ran outside to find out just what was in his house.
Jacksons difficult day began with an annoying alarm, he had already not slept well but now this piece of shit was going to drive him insane long before sleep deprivation. He rolled and dropped a fist on it--repeatedly--until it cracked and died. He turned his wrist over to see how long it had been going off only to find out it was 9:00 a.m. and he was supposed to be leaving for the bus station at 8:30.
"Oh come on!" He threw off his sheets and made his way through the mess he called an apartment to find clothes suitable enough to wear.
Not finding any around the house he reached into a laundry bag in the living room and clawed through it to find a dark blue button up, which he left open, exposing his white tank top, and a pair of jeans with no holes. "Shoes, shoes, where the f. . ." He stopped in the doorway of the living-room kitchen area and found his only pair of good shoes under the table being nibbled on by his dog Cujo. "Buddy what're you doing?" He grabbed the first one out of the puppy's jaw and the second one before he could try and grab it. Thankfully the shoes looked ok besides being slobbered on by a german shepherd. "Come'on Cuj' lets go for a ride." He waved his arm to the door and he was off like a bullet. He started sliding on the wooden paneling by the doorbut got his bearings, enough to bark twice and ring the bell that was kept for him. Jack grabbed the leash and put it on while opening the door, just in time for Cujo to running for the car.
"Easy boy, Easy!" He held on but it was all fun and games for the pup. Once the were both setled in they were off. He pulled into the bus station which was only a 5 minute drive from his house, he looked around for who he was picking up. When he didn't see her he climbed out of the running car and ran inside to look.
"God damnit girl." He muttered, he rubbed his hands together to try and rid himself of the bite of the october air, he walked to the front desk. "Excuse me." He asked the front desk lady. She was staring very intently at a romance novel, apparently it was a good part because she held up a finger with a long red (and possibly manicured) nail. When she finally looked up the smile left her face after she gave him a once over and started on chewing gum.
"Yes?"
"Can you tell me when the bus from. . .Shit uh. . . I don't know where it's coming from but it was coming in at like 8:35?"
"Sir no bus comes in at that time until. . ." She turned toward her computer, looked at what was probably the schedule and looked back, "tonight."
Jack blinked. "What?"
"8:35 bus from Bangor to Augusta is this evening, not this morning sir." She pulled the screen so he could see and she was right. He nodded, sighed and left. "Have a nice day sir." She said to his back.
He climbed back in the car fuming that he had gotten it wrong. It was then he wondered why his alarm was set to that time. He never woke u that early. A light clicked on in his head a he dialed the number for Grace. When it rang three times and went to voicemail he knew he was in trouble. He called again and this time she picked up. "I don't want to talk to you Jackson. This is the third time you've left me high and dry and I will not stand for this. . ."
He sighed. "Grace, Grace. Wait ill you just listen for one second. . . Ok that language is not nice. . . Grace!" She finally stopped for a second, shocked that he was yelling. "I'm sorry about yelling, and I'm sorry I wasn't there but I do have a good reason. I confused the times. I thought we had a dinner date and I thought I had to pick up someone this morning, but I guess it was the opposite times."
She gasped. "Who the hell are you picking?"
"Jocelyn, my little cousin. Why do you think through the 3 years. . .
"4 years. . ."
"ok 4 years we have been together I usually don't see you on this weekend? It's her birthday and I always see her. When I moved down here she missed me on her birthday so I drove down, then we made a deal that each year I would either drive and see her or she would come visit me."
Jack heard a sniffle on the other end of the phone. "That is so cute Jackie." He roled his eyes at his pet name. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed back home to try and get some work done. "Of course I understand. Can I meet her?"
"Yeah, I'll let you know tomorrow what's going on. She likes to bring up a notebook of ideas that we go through and try to do at least two so I'll ask her. This is her weekend after all."
"Wait. . ." Static filled the phone as Grace sat down, probably in her own car in a huff he figured. "Why is she so important to you?"
"After her Father died I would ride my bike to my Aunt's house after school and help out with anything I could. That was the big reason I first got a job was to help pay the bills for them. She thinks of me as a brother, maybe even a father in some ways." Jack started to recall the past, thinking of her as a daughter and more. "She even helped me when I got into some pretty bad things. She looked after me and I protected her." Another 'awe' filled the phone and Jack sk his head to clear his thoughts. "I'll talk to you tonight Grace, I got to get some work done."
They said their goodbyes as Jack pulled up to the apartment again where two men stood on his doorstep knocking and looking very angry.
"Can I help you boys?" Jack closed his door and opened the backseat to grab the dog who was whining and barking slightly and started walking to his apartment.
"Are you Jackson Carter? Resident of 4B of this complex? Author of Rising Storm and Power Surge?"
"Yeah." He answered hesitantly. "What's this about?"
"Have you seen or heard anything strange lately? A big dog wandering around. .." Cujo barked an nuzzled the other man who got down on one knee to pet him while Cujo licked his face. "Besides yours."
Jackson shook his head and called the dog back to his side. "Only noises or sights I've seen are Mr. Lewinsky in 2A ho gets drunk and yels at his wife before storming off to the bar a few blocks down." His hand that wasn't holding the collar naturally went to his pocket as he grabbed his phone. For some reason these men worried him enough that he wanted to make he had it in case anything happened.
"Well if that's the case just let us know if anything comes up." The first man shook his hand and headed over to the black car that Jack just now noticed, the other came up to Jack before reaching into his pocket for something, Jack tensed a little before he pulled a pad and paper out his jacket.
"Can I get an autograph sir? I'm a big fan." He gave a goofy grin as he held them out. Jack sighed and smiled back, taking the items and signing them. "Have a good day Mr. Carter."
Jack gave a small wave before unlocking his door and going in. He dropped his keys on the sideboard, and let Cujo off his leash who went straight to his bed by the window to make sure everything was in its place.
Although when Jack visited his study it was a different story. What was a room with books shoved on the shelves and papers all over an oak desk was a room that had the papers all over the floor and the books looked as if they were almost torn apart. "What the. . ." He felt for his phone which was going off and found a text from his aunt telling him his cousin had gotten on the bus and he needed to be there. He replied with a yes and went about fixing everything.
When he got to the window which was left open he saw the brush start to move. "Shit." He scrambled around the room trying to find a weapon and found a bat, and ran outside to find out just what was in his house.
Hello again
Good morning viewers of the world and readers....of few who actually see this. There's been much in my life and I wish to share. I have a new job, some may have heard of my firing and other such lovely (hateful) and joyous (pain in my @$$) response from the state of Maine. I now work at Kmart. No I will not say which one you stalkers xP. I have realize I have lost direction in my life and I am hoping that with my blog I can regain it. I shall hopefully write once a week and update on anything going on but now I have decided to also write a chapter a week story.... I have not decided on what...hopefully I will write later today and it will....*pauses*. One from the sky... I don't know but I will be doing so. It may show up anytime, one day after another or even a post on Sunday and then another one on the next Sunday. But we shall see. For those who do read this I will be making a group of people on Facebook, it will be private so ask if you would like anyone to join, but once the group is big enough we shall let it run free and maybe...maybe I can spread wide enough to actually get something done...lets wait and see ;)
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Please feel free to leave comments on Facebook and let me know what needs to be fixed or changed, that means you sister...if you read this thing of course still. So...enjoy.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
That Boy
I went walking today. I saw the strangest sight. I saw a boy of no older than 12 sitting on the pier to the river that leaked into the ocean. He sat there, his elbows on his knees, looking out to the disappearing sun, as it slid into the river and fell into the vast pacific ocean. Now as he did this, he would take a bite of food from some food I could not see exactly what, and HAND it to a seagull. They were so close to I'm, but they did not make any noise like they usually did when someone was close with food they might be able to have.
When one of the birds had gotten a piece, it would leave the boy and eat it, and another creatures would hop up next to him for their turn to eat. All this time the boy stared off at the sun like he may never see it again...not finding it strange that seagulls of all being were being polite.
If a fight broken out between any of them, he would get up, break the piece of food they were fighting over and hand it back to them. Even more surprising was when I finally realized he was done. He patted the last one on the head, and got up to leave. As his feet touched the ground, all of the birds got up at once and flew off to sit on the river.
The boy walked over to a sketch pad I had failed to see earlier and began to paint the picture of the sun sinking away, but as I watched the movements of his brush, I some how knew he wasn't painting the sun NOW but painting the sun as it HAD been, because the sun was almost gone, and there was little light left in the day if any at all.
One of the seagulls he had been feeding sat beside him and as he finished painting he held up his arm and the bird sat upon it. That was how I saw him walk off. A sketch book in one hand and a seagull on the other...
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