Mel's.
Where we closed together many nights. I don't know if she's there or at home. I have to be sure. I take back roads and descend the hill to Mel's. It is a smoking pile of rubble.
I see her car. It is also a smoking wreck but I see shapes that could be her body.
In the borrowed car I see a uniform hanging in the back. Nametag reads BLACK. It just occurs to me that this is a cop car. I open the glove box. A pistol. I check the clip. Fully loaded.
Only fired a few guns on some boy scout trip to a shooting range. And various arcade shooting games.
I pull up to her car and slowly get out.
Something is in the front seat. Moving.
"Care-"
It hisses.
It's not her.
Beady red eyes stare at me. Shit.
I raise the gun.
It steps out. A scaly bipedal creature with wide pointy ears, sharp lizard features.
Reptilians. Demons.
"Don't move or I'll"
It is faster than anything I've seen.
The gun is ripped from my hand and I'm knocked to the ground. It stands over me.
Elliot screeches and runs for it. The beast catches him. I grab the gun. Point and Fire.
It spins rushes at me again but I pull the trigger again.
Cold Black blood splashes my face.
It falls over. Something clatters against the pavement.
A curved handle like a-
"No-"
I pick it up
-fucking-"
A crash. More demons emerge from Mel's. My thumb presses a little nob.
"Way" a red glowing fibre extends glows red hot.
They rush toward me. They activate on their own um energy swords.
Parry. Parry block. Slash. One down. Slash. Two down. Ouch. Kicked. Slashed. Fuck. My shoulder. Stab. Three down.
How can I be so good at this. I've been dreaming and practicing for this my whole life.
"Come on Elliot! Elliot?"
I see the cat at the bottom of the hill where the road to Mel's meets route 321 aka Ramona Blvd
I get back in Officer Black's car.
Drive down, following Elliot across the boulevard, down an alley
How does he know where to go?
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