Post by Dark Star on Dec 7, 2009 21:07:37 GMT -5
A rainy night in the streets New York City, Chad, a young man with blue hair dressed in white clothes was running. He was tall and thin and resembled a character out of a Japanese manga. He was highly athletic and quick on his feet. He quickly ducked into a near by alley and took cover behind some dumpsters.
After a few moments a US Army Military soldier in full gear stopped in front of the alley. He lifted is M4 carbine loaded with rubber bullets and gazed into the alley.
“Unit one” a voice said from the radio hanging from the soldiers belt. “Do you copy?”
The soldier pressed the receiver on his chest and responded. “Unit one here.”
“Have you secured the target?”
The soldier took another peak in the alley this time using the flashlight attachment on his riffle.
“Negative” the soldier replied lowering his weapon. “HVT is not in here.”
“Copy that Unit One. Return to base for new orders.”
“Understood.” The soldier said taking one last glance down the alley before heading away from the alley.
Chad waited for several minutes to ensure the coast was clear. He peeked from the dumpsters only to find the rain making ripples in the puddles that filled the alley. He moved from the dumpsters down further into the alley reaching the next street. He examined the empty streets as the rain continued to fall and walked for about ten minutes.
Chad came across a Late Night Diner and looked into the parking lot. There were two vehicles a small car and a pick-up truck. He moved closer to the restaurant and looked through the large window at front of the Diner. Inside he could see one waitress, an elderly couple, and teenager sitting by himself in a booth.
Chad figured this would be a safe place to lay low for a while and entered. He approached the booth furthest from the window behind the teenager.
The waitress smiled and approached Chad. She was a tall blonde with a long face and pointed chin. With all the walking and standing from her job she had tank like legs. Chad eyed her from her sneakers up to her eyes.
“What can I get for you handsome?” She asked.
Chad blushed and quickly brushed his chin into his chest and raised his shoulders. Chad was shy to his core and wasn’t the greatest at talking to women. His self confidence had been low for as long as he remembers. He managed to fumble out the words he needed.
“I’ll have a coffee, black.”
“Can I get you anything else?”
“Perhaps a towel to dry off.”
She smiled, “Sure thing hon. It’s raining pretty good out there.” She left leaving Chad at the booth.
Chad looked at the cover story of the weekly paper sitting on the table in front of him. He quickly skimmed through the article. It was about the US Military on collecting artifacts with magical abilities.
The waitress returned with the coffee and placed the white ceramic cup on the table. She smiled at Chad. “There you go hon.”
“Thank you.” Chad said with a smile taking a quick sip of the coffee. “It is perfect.”
“Here is the towel you requested.” She gave him the towel and he accepted it gratefully.
“Thank you very much.” He began patting himself with the towel to dry himself off.
“If there is anything else” the waitress said, “I’ll be around.” She smiled again and walked off.
Chad took another sip of his coffee and noticed the teenager checking out the waitress as she walked away. The seventeen year old was dressed in combat boots, ripped blue jeans, and a red plaid flannel dress shirt paired with a black leather jacket. His dark hair was slicked back and dark aviator sunglasses covered his brown eyes.
The teenager turned his attention towards Chad and gawked, awkwardly starring at him. He pulled the sunglasses from his face to get a better look.
“Are you some kind of freak?” The teenager asked.
Appalled Chad replied, “No I’m not a freak.”
The teenager stood up and proceeded to sit next to Chad in the booth. “If you say so.”
“Why would you ask such a bizarre question?” Chad asked looking at the window in front of the shop.
“No reason. I just like doing things like that.”
Chad attempted to take a sip of his coffee and as he lifted the mug the teenager jabbed him in the arm spilling the beverage. Chad’s face sank as the liquid spilled onto the table. He was glad it did not spill onto his white suit.
“You got funny looking hair!” The teenager said.
Chad nodded his head. “Now that is something we agree on. It is all natural. I have never dyed it.”
“Looks purple.”
“It is blue and I’m Chad by the way.”
“Alright, Chester!”
“No Chad.”
“That is what I said. I’m Zinc. My friends call me Zee-no.”
Chad chuckled as he watched the window. “I get it.” He said. “ZnO, the chemical formula for Zinc Oxide.”
“You hiding from someone Chad?”
“No, what makes you say that?”
“It is written all over you and you stick out like a sore thumb. Besides, you keep looking out that window. If I don’t know better I’d say you were on lookout.”
Chad took a sip of his coffee. “There are some individuals I prefer not to get caught up with.”
“Like who?”
“I prefer not to say, it could put you in danger.”
Zinc shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever man.” He slipped his sunglasses on and relaxed in the booth.
Outside the Diner a Military Vehicle pulled up and two soldiers exited. Chad seen them approach the restaurant and began searching his satchel. He scrabbled through the pages of paper until he found the one He pulled out a with a cloak drawn on it.
“When those soldiers come by, you didn’t see me.” Chad said.
Zinc scratched the top his head as the cloak popped out from the paper and Chad wrapped himself in it. Slowly Chad become transparent before disappearing entirely.
The soldiers entered the Diner and approached the waitress. Their conversation was brief as she pointed to the booth where Zinc was sitting. The soldiers moved and stood at the end the booth.
Leaning back, Zinc looked up. “Need something?” He asked.
One of the soldiers pulled a photo from his vest and showed it to Zinc. It was a photo of Chad.
“Have you seen this man?” The soldier asked waving the photo in Zinc’s face.
Zinc took a long look at the photo. “ I can’t say that I have. I would remember that bizarre purple hair.”
The other soldier grunted. “Kid are you colour blind his hair is clearly blue... You know what, it does not matter. Thanks for your time.”
The soldiers left the Diner and drove away. When the military pulled out of sight, Chad whipped the cloak off and gradually it disappeared and reappeared onto the sheet of paper.
Chad let out a big breath. “Thanks for not saying anything. I would have been screwed had they found me.”
“Don’t mention it. I don’t really dig authority figures.”
Chad plucked out one of his hairs and eyed the blue strand. “At least my hair is not purple.” He chuckled. “Zinc, are you sure you’re not colour blind?”
Zinc flexed the collar of his leather jacket and crossed his arms. Colour blind. No, I see just fine. What did those soldiers want with your purple hair?”
“I'm pretty sure they don’t want my purple hair, even though its blue.” Chad said as he drank the last of his coffee. "They’re after my bracelet.”
Chad lifted is right arm and revealed the silvery metallic bracelet. Zinc looked at it and saw no appeal and shrugged his shoulders.
“Doesn’t look special to me.”
“It has an incredible ability.” Chad’s face lit with excitement as he continued to explain. “It has the ability to convert drawings into reality and invert them back. It is how I vanished.”
“I thought you were a magician.”
“No just somewhat of a scientist. I cannot allow the government to weaponize or recreate its power for the intent of war.”
Zinc stood up from the booth and stretched allowing Chad to get up from the booth. Chad placed his satchel across himself and placed some cash on the table.
“I’m on the run.” Chad explained. “Ever since people have discovered the power of this bracelet, they have been after it. I move from place to place and stay hidden.”
“Looks like the army knows you are in the area.”
“Yeah, its time for me to move.”
“Come with me Chester. I know a good place to lay low.”
Chad nodded and followed Zinc out of the Diner. It was almost daylight and the streets were empty except for the soldiers patrolling sections of the street. Chad and Zinc moved carefully down the streets keeping a lookout for military patrols.
The two got as far as three blocks when a military patrol had the next intersection barricaded with military vehicles. Chad quickly grabbed a hold of Zinc by the jacket and pulled him into the near by alley.
“Down here.” Chad whispered. He fiddled with his satchel and pulled out a pencil and a blank piece of paper. He held the paper up against the brick wall of the building in the alleyway and scribbled a picture of a door.
The drawing transferred from the paper and created a doorway into the building. Chad opened the door and peeked in. No one was in sight.
Zinc and Chad walked through the door and once inside Chad transferred the door back to the page leaving only a wall. Zinc was feeling the wall with his hands not believing what had transpired.
“You don’t suppose that thing could teleport us to my crib.” Zinc muttered as Chad shoved the paper and pencil in his satchel.
“No, why?”
“Things are about to get heavy.”
Chad turned to face corridor of the building. Standing there starring at the two was four bikers dressed in denim armed with baseball bats and chains. On the back of their denim vests were patches, a top rocker reading Expos in some sort of metal font and an emblem of a skull with cross cones. They were moving slowly towards Zinc and Chad.
“Zinc, you’re in the wrong hood. You and your weird-haired friend are gonna pay.” One of them called. He was swinging his chain in the air.
“Anyone friends with The Zappers is an enemy of ours.” Another one called. “You can’t soldier were ever you want!”
Chad thought to himself for a moment. He was on the run hunted by soldiers and now was involved in a gang fight. He wondered if it could get worse, and it did.
One of the Bikers approached Chad and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.
“When I speak to you” he said, “you speak back.” The patch on his right chest read president and indicated he was the leader of this motorcycle gang.
The president rammed his fist into Chads gut as the other bikers watched. Chad grunted and held his stomach where he was hit.
“Is that so” Chad grunted trying to catch his breath. “I didn’t know that.”
“You oughta known anyway!” The president shouted as he slung his fist across Chad’s face. His knuckles dug deep and would have crushed bone if the hit was any harder.
Chad spat out a load of blood from his mouth as it continued to pour down his lip.
Chad wiped the blood from his mouth and lowered his left hand. A grey mist formed and an energy bow began to materialize.
The gang members stepped back as the bow appeared. Chad lifted the bow and energy arrows spawned into the mechanism of the bow. The President eyed the weapon and attempted to disarm Chad.
The bow fired, hitting the President and impact caused the biker leader to sore through the air and become pinned to the back wall of the room.
“I suggest you guys leave before you get hurt like your friend." Chad said waving the bow.
One of the Expo's drew a sawed-off shotgun and immediately fired it. The two slugs emptied from the shotgun and scattered into Chad's chest. The impact from the close range blast knocked Chad into the wall behind him. His body left a smeared blood stain on the wall as he slid down the wall.
As the shots fired Zinc quickly ran towards the warehouse stairwell and bolted up the fire escape to the roof.
“We have to get out of here.” One of the bikers said. “The military probably heard that shot.”
The bikers looked at their President who was pinned to the wall. He was dead as the arrow had pierced his heart. The Vice President pulled the arrow from his fallen brother and tossed it aside. He slowly lowered his brother to the ground lying him on his back before removing his denim cut.
Holding the vest in his hand the Vice President approached Chad who was lying in a pool of blood.
“You will share the same fate... but much slower” the Vice President said with a sinister grin as he gathered the gang and left the warehouse.
Zinc watched from the rooftop as the bikers climbed aboard their Harley Davidson motorcycles and quickly rode off in formation. Moments later a military Hummer pulled up and two soldiers exited armed with M4 Carbine Assault Riffles.
After a few moments a US Army Military soldier in full gear stopped in front of the alley. He lifted is M4 carbine loaded with rubber bullets and gazed into the alley.
“Unit one” a voice said from the radio hanging from the soldiers belt. “Do you copy?”
The soldier pressed the receiver on his chest and responded. “Unit one here.”
“Have you secured the target?”
The soldier took another peak in the alley this time using the flashlight attachment on his riffle.
“Negative” the soldier replied lowering his weapon. “HVT is not in here.”
“Copy that Unit One. Return to base for new orders.”
“Understood.” The soldier said taking one last glance down the alley before heading away from the alley.
Chad waited for several minutes to ensure the coast was clear. He peeked from the dumpsters only to find the rain making ripples in the puddles that filled the alley. He moved from the dumpsters down further into the alley reaching the next street. He examined the empty streets as the rain continued to fall and walked for about ten minutes.
Chad came across a Late Night Diner and looked into the parking lot. There were two vehicles a small car and a pick-up truck. He moved closer to the restaurant and looked through the large window at front of the Diner. Inside he could see one waitress, an elderly couple, and teenager sitting by himself in a booth.
Chad figured this would be a safe place to lay low for a while and entered. He approached the booth furthest from the window behind the teenager.
The waitress smiled and approached Chad. She was a tall blonde with a long face and pointed chin. With all the walking and standing from her job she had tank like legs. Chad eyed her from her sneakers up to her eyes.
“What can I get for you handsome?” She asked.
Chad blushed and quickly brushed his chin into his chest and raised his shoulders. Chad was shy to his core and wasn’t the greatest at talking to women. His self confidence had been low for as long as he remembers. He managed to fumble out the words he needed.
“I’ll have a coffee, black.”
“Can I get you anything else?”
“Perhaps a towel to dry off.”
She smiled, “Sure thing hon. It’s raining pretty good out there.” She left leaving Chad at the booth.
Chad looked at the cover story of the weekly paper sitting on the table in front of him. He quickly skimmed through the article. It was about the US Military on collecting artifacts with magical abilities.
The waitress returned with the coffee and placed the white ceramic cup on the table. She smiled at Chad. “There you go hon.”
“Thank you.” Chad said with a smile taking a quick sip of the coffee. “It is perfect.”
“Here is the towel you requested.” She gave him the towel and he accepted it gratefully.
“Thank you very much.” He began patting himself with the towel to dry himself off.
“If there is anything else” the waitress said, “I’ll be around.” She smiled again and walked off.
Chad took another sip of his coffee and noticed the teenager checking out the waitress as she walked away. The seventeen year old was dressed in combat boots, ripped blue jeans, and a red plaid flannel dress shirt paired with a black leather jacket. His dark hair was slicked back and dark aviator sunglasses covered his brown eyes.
The teenager turned his attention towards Chad and gawked, awkwardly starring at him. He pulled the sunglasses from his face to get a better look.
“Are you some kind of freak?” The teenager asked.
Appalled Chad replied, “No I’m not a freak.”
The teenager stood up and proceeded to sit next to Chad in the booth. “If you say so.”
“Why would you ask such a bizarre question?” Chad asked looking at the window in front of the shop.
“No reason. I just like doing things like that.”
Chad attempted to take a sip of his coffee and as he lifted the mug the teenager jabbed him in the arm spilling the beverage. Chad’s face sank as the liquid spilled onto the table. He was glad it did not spill onto his white suit.
“You got funny looking hair!” The teenager said.
Chad nodded his head. “Now that is something we agree on. It is all natural. I have never dyed it.”
“Looks purple.”
“It is blue and I’m Chad by the way.”
“Alright, Chester!”
“No Chad.”
“That is what I said. I’m Zinc. My friends call me Zee-no.”
Chad chuckled as he watched the window. “I get it.” He said. “ZnO, the chemical formula for Zinc Oxide.”
“You hiding from someone Chad?”
“No, what makes you say that?”
“It is written all over you and you stick out like a sore thumb. Besides, you keep looking out that window. If I don’t know better I’d say you were on lookout.”
Chad took a sip of his coffee. “There are some individuals I prefer not to get caught up with.”
“Like who?”
“I prefer not to say, it could put you in danger.”
Zinc shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever man.” He slipped his sunglasses on and relaxed in the booth.
Outside the Diner a Military Vehicle pulled up and two soldiers exited. Chad seen them approach the restaurant and began searching his satchel. He scrabbled through the pages of paper until he found the one He pulled out a with a cloak drawn on it.
“When those soldiers come by, you didn’t see me.” Chad said.
Zinc scratched the top his head as the cloak popped out from the paper and Chad wrapped himself in it. Slowly Chad become transparent before disappearing entirely.
The soldiers entered the Diner and approached the waitress. Their conversation was brief as she pointed to the booth where Zinc was sitting. The soldiers moved and stood at the end the booth.
Leaning back, Zinc looked up. “Need something?” He asked.
One of the soldiers pulled a photo from his vest and showed it to Zinc. It was a photo of Chad.
“Have you seen this man?” The soldier asked waving the photo in Zinc’s face.
Zinc took a long look at the photo. “ I can’t say that I have. I would remember that bizarre purple hair.”
The other soldier grunted. “Kid are you colour blind his hair is clearly blue... You know what, it does not matter. Thanks for your time.”
The soldiers left the Diner and drove away. When the military pulled out of sight, Chad whipped the cloak off and gradually it disappeared and reappeared onto the sheet of paper.
Chad let out a big breath. “Thanks for not saying anything. I would have been screwed had they found me.”
“Don’t mention it. I don’t really dig authority figures.”
Chad plucked out one of his hairs and eyed the blue strand. “At least my hair is not purple.” He chuckled. “Zinc, are you sure you’re not colour blind?”
Zinc flexed the collar of his leather jacket and crossed his arms. Colour blind. No, I see just fine. What did those soldiers want with your purple hair?”
“I'm pretty sure they don’t want my purple hair, even though its blue.” Chad said as he drank the last of his coffee. "They’re after my bracelet.”
Chad lifted is right arm and revealed the silvery metallic bracelet. Zinc looked at it and saw no appeal and shrugged his shoulders.
“Doesn’t look special to me.”
“It has an incredible ability.” Chad’s face lit with excitement as he continued to explain. “It has the ability to convert drawings into reality and invert them back. It is how I vanished.”
“I thought you were a magician.”
“No just somewhat of a scientist. I cannot allow the government to weaponize or recreate its power for the intent of war.”
Zinc stood up from the booth and stretched allowing Chad to get up from the booth. Chad placed his satchel across himself and placed some cash on the table.
“I’m on the run.” Chad explained. “Ever since people have discovered the power of this bracelet, they have been after it. I move from place to place and stay hidden.”
“Looks like the army knows you are in the area.”
“Yeah, its time for me to move.”
“Come with me Chester. I know a good place to lay low.”
Chad nodded and followed Zinc out of the Diner. It was almost daylight and the streets were empty except for the soldiers patrolling sections of the street. Chad and Zinc moved carefully down the streets keeping a lookout for military patrols.
The two got as far as three blocks when a military patrol had the next intersection barricaded with military vehicles. Chad quickly grabbed a hold of Zinc by the jacket and pulled him into the near by alley.
“Down here.” Chad whispered. He fiddled with his satchel and pulled out a pencil and a blank piece of paper. He held the paper up against the brick wall of the building in the alleyway and scribbled a picture of a door.
The drawing transferred from the paper and created a doorway into the building. Chad opened the door and peeked in. No one was in sight.
Zinc and Chad walked through the door and once inside Chad transferred the door back to the page leaving only a wall. Zinc was feeling the wall with his hands not believing what had transpired.
“You don’t suppose that thing could teleport us to my crib.” Zinc muttered as Chad shoved the paper and pencil in his satchel.
“No, why?”
“Things are about to get heavy.”
Chad turned to face corridor of the building. Standing there starring at the two was four bikers dressed in denim armed with baseball bats and chains. On the back of their denim vests were patches, a top rocker reading Expos in some sort of metal font and an emblem of a skull with cross cones. They were moving slowly towards Zinc and Chad.
“Zinc, you’re in the wrong hood. You and your weird-haired friend are gonna pay.” One of them called. He was swinging his chain in the air.
“Anyone friends with The Zappers is an enemy of ours.” Another one called. “You can’t soldier were ever you want!”
Chad thought to himself for a moment. He was on the run hunted by soldiers and now was involved in a gang fight. He wondered if it could get worse, and it did.
One of the Bikers approached Chad and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.
“When I speak to you” he said, “you speak back.” The patch on his right chest read president and indicated he was the leader of this motorcycle gang.
The president rammed his fist into Chads gut as the other bikers watched. Chad grunted and held his stomach where he was hit.
“Is that so” Chad grunted trying to catch his breath. “I didn’t know that.”
“You oughta known anyway!” The president shouted as he slung his fist across Chad’s face. His knuckles dug deep and would have crushed bone if the hit was any harder.
Chad spat out a load of blood from his mouth as it continued to pour down his lip.
Chad wiped the blood from his mouth and lowered his left hand. A grey mist formed and an energy bow began to materialize.
The gang members stepped back as the bow appeared. Chad lifted the bow and energy arrows spawned into the mechanism of the bow. The President eyed the weapon and attempted to disarm Chad.
The bow fired, hitting the President and impact caused the biker leader to sore through the air and become pinned to the back wall of the room.
“I suggest you guys leave before you get hurt like your friend." Chad said waving the bow.
One of the Expo's drew a sawed-off shotgun and immediately fired it. The two slugs emptied from the shotgun and scattered into Chad's chest. The impact from the close range blast knocked Chad into the wall behind him. His body left a smeared blood stain on the wall as he slid down the wall.
As the shots fired Zinc quickly ran towards the warehouse stairwell and bolted up the fire escape to the roof.
“We have to get out of here.” One of the bikers said. “The military probably heard that shot.”
The bikers looked at their President who was pinned to the wall. He was dead as the arrow had pierced his heart. The Vice President pulled the arrow from his fallen brother and tossed it aside. He slowly lowered his brother to the ground lying him on his back before removing his denim cut.
Holding the vest in his hand the Vice President approached Chad who was lying in a pool of blood.
“You will share the same fate... but much slower” the Vice President said with a sinister grin as he gathered the gang and left the warehouse.
Zinc watched from the rooftop as the bikers climbed aboard their Harley Davidson motorcycles and quickly rode off in formation. Moments later a military Hummer pulled up and two soldiers exited armed with M4 Carbine Assault Riffles.