Flashes of Sanity #147: Face-Off

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Today’s entry: Face-off

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Sam reached a square. His laughing pack of warriors climbed the walls.
In the middle of the square stood he. The man. The enemy. The once a friend.
“Donald!” Sam shouted. “We finally meet! I have missed you old brother.”
“I wished I could say the same.”
Beside Donald stood a group of seven. Sam only recognized one. The Reviewer. The fact that Donald stood next to the man and that they stood visible in the middle of the street was enough to raise suspicions.
They probably knew that.
Sam scanned the buildings. How many friends do you have Donald? The elves spread across the walls. They entered each house. Soon screams echoed in the empty square.
“We found them!” The elves laughed.
“Continue searching. There has to be more.”
The group around Donald flinched at every scream that followed. All except The Reviewer.
What are you planning?
“How many have you found?”
“Seven. Shall we continue searching?”
“No,” Sam said. “Pull them out. Line them up.”
Every part of the square looked exactly as one would expect. Asphalt with blood stains. Tables and benches broken into pieces. Windows smashed. A hotdog stand burned and flipped. Sam halted by the hotdog stand. He tossed a grenade into it.
“You think you are so smart. But, Donald, you always forget, I was always smarter.”
A woman threw herself out if the hotdog stand right before the grenade exploded. Sam grabbed her by the hair and held her up for all to see.
“Do you really think you can win?” He threw her to the line the elves had created. “Answer me, Donald?”
“Sam?” Donald said. “Do you have a cup of coffee?”
The smile on Donald’s lips sealed their fate.
“You always was an idiot, Donald.” Sam pushed a button on the com-radio in his ear. “Mart, show yourself. And while you are at it. Blow the whole square up.”
“Got it father.”
Mart’s troops appeared from every street. Every building fell apart as they passed. The asphalt bled under their feet.
Fear me, Sam thought.

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Flashes of Sanity #146: Run

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Today’s entry: Run

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Donald Diamond’s hand went to his mouth. The cup was not there. He tied the hand into a fist.
Sometimes life was shit.
Another wave of laughter echoed through the sewers.
”Where should we go?” It was Aresh who said it. The questions man. The annoying man.
”The opposite way from the laughter,” Dale Riderstorm said. ”Lets go.”
Within seconds everyone had packed their bags and was on foot.
“We should find an open space,” Dale said. “Somewhere were we are not trapped from two directions.”
“We need to go out,” he continued after a moment of thought.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Dale threw himself onto a ladder and began climbing. “We are safer above ground.”
The group halted. Then Cassandra grabbed the ladder.
“You heard the man. Lets get going!”
The fresh air above ground was rejuvenating. The notion that they now were where everyone could see them was stressful. Dale took direction towards the square. Donald followed without questioning.
“Do you think we can outrun them here?”
“No,” Dale said while quickening his steps. “But we have a chance to fight back. At this time, it is all that matters.”
Cassandra caught up to them. Her reaching them made the speed go up to a jog.
“What is your plan?”
“Nothing right now. I need to know what we are working with.”
The square opened up in front of them. And behind them the laughter reached the surface. Donald scanned the abandoned square, and all the shops lining up around the square and its fountain. Cars that otherwise had been driving on the roads around the square was thrown in every direction. Two had even landed in the empty pool. Beside it all a hotdog stand had been tipped up-side-down.
“I need you to be where they can see you,” Dale said and walked to the fountain in the middle of the square. “Here. Captain Crisis?”
“Yes, Dale.”
“Who are your best shoters?”
Cassandra smiled. “I believe you know that already.”
Dale nodded. “Yes, I do. Cassandra, I need you and your team to do exactly as I say no matter what happens.”
“And Carl,” Dale continued. “We are working with dangerous people. I will need you to be my eyes on set to make sure we make the right decisions.”
“You got it Dale!”
Donald Diamond looked over his shoulder.
Let this work, he thought. Please let this work.

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Flashes of Sanity #139: Evaluated Risk

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Today’s entry: Evaluated Risk

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Cassandra Crisis. Aresh David. Lukas Sandell. Paul Brynk. Kim Hang. Laura Warr. Roger Gerth. Raul Saref. Regina Julius. And lastly Kara Tagert. Only Kara was hard to identify. The others looked exactly like on the pictures Dale Riderstorm had seen.
”You are the Reviewer,” Cassandra said.
”Correct,” Dale said. He would never have expected anything less of the Captain. He put his hand on Mitch’s shoulder. ”And this is my apprentice Mitch Sooly.”
Cassandra raised her eyebrow. “Apprentice?”
Her team only observed the fight between the two. Only Aresh showed the total confusion harboring in them all. All of them were wounded in ways that would have been deadly at any other time except this one.
Not surprising, Dale thought as he recalled their files.
“Yes, apprentice. And this is Donald Diamond. Donny Waterfield. Joe Harbera. William Faulter. Donna Maldo. Miko Sonder.”
Cassandra nodded. Her face remained frozen as she calculated what to do next.
“That’s quite the patchwork you got there,” she said. “You will have to forgive my impoliteness, but I suspect an introduction of my team is unnecessary.”
“You are correct Captain. So, you have seen an elf up-close?”
“I call them goblins, but if elf is what you prefer go for it.”
“Elf will probably be more accepted by Santa, don’t you think?”
Dale studied the bloodied cloth tied to Cassandra’s ear. The blood was still fresh.
“These elves are quite numerous. Meeting an army of them could prove quite dangerous for a small team. Don’t you think so?”
Cassandra let Dale go with her eyes to look at her team. Her eyes locked on Dale again.
“What are you suggesting?”
“Just what is better for both of our survival.”
An elbow hit Dale in the side. Dale ignored the pain and kept his eyes on Cassandra.
“Calm down, Donald,” he mumbled. “These cops are smart. They know what is best for them is best for us.”
“You want us to join forces?” Cassandra scanned Donald’s team once more.
“I agree on one condition,” she continued. “You tell me why you are with Donald Diamond.”
“Is that all?” Dale smiled and stretched his arm out towards Cassandra. “Donald pays far better than anyone else for my services. Do we have a deal?”
Cassandra looked at the hand. She turned to her crew of stone faces, and Aresh.
“We have a deal.” She took Dale’s hand and shook it.
“Great!” Dale said. “So where did you dump our lovely elf?”

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Flashes of Sanity #120: Red Crown

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Today’s entry: Red Crown

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’We are on our way’, the text said. It put a smile on Sam’s face. All his son’s texts did nowadays.
Who could have guessed the little rascal would stop rioting and grow up to become like his father. He even got SurgeRay for a little while. Impressive to say the least.
”Please,” the bearded man pleaded. “Let me go. I want no harm.”
“I know.” Sam tucked away the phone into his jacket. “That is why I am here. It is about time your people learned how harm others.”
“But Santa is the kindest there is. Santa and his elves can never do any harm.”
Sam raised his right eyebrow. He walked across the room, past a large door to the elf tied up on a chair. Behind the door songs were sang and machines were humming.
“You are partially right, you can’t do cause any harm. That is you nature. It is really a shame that one of the kindest people on earth found the red crown. Your elves on the other hand… Yes, they are the kindest of all our folks. But that is only because they obey the one wearing the hat. They abandoned free will a thousand years ago.”
Sam grabbed the elf’s chin and pushed the head up so they were eye to eye. The tears glistered in his eyes. He shook.
“These little rascals have been in so many wars throughout the years. Up until their leader got slaughtered on the battle field and their whole kind went into stasis. And then you found the hat, and the rest is something I told my son every year.”
“I don’t think I understand.” Santa tried to move his arms. The rope held him tight. “We are a peaceful people.”
“No.” Sam stretched into his jacket. He found the grip. He tied his fingers around it. He found the trigger. “You are peaceful. These bastards are close to mindless.”
“No… They are…”
The gun exploded inside Sam’s hand. Santa froze. As the trickle of blood travelled down Santa’s forehead, the sounds behind the large door stopped. The elf closed his eyes and became completely relaxed.
Sam smiled. A laugh tickled his throat. He let it out. He let it all out.
Once he gathered himself he took the red hat from Santa’s head. He watched the white tassel swing back and fourth.
“You are mine now,” he said and put the hat on.
The elf woke up. The tears in his eyes still glistered as he looked around.
“How are you feeling now my kind elf?”
The elf found Sam. Behind the tears a fire was ignited.
“I am angry,” the elf said. “I want blood.”
“I will give you blood.” Sam laughed again. The elf laughed with him.
And behind the door the song was of war, and the machines rebuilt the toys as weapons.

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Flashes of Sanity #116: View of a Battle

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Today’s entry: View of a Battle

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The dragon was a surprise. A little bit too much of a surprise. A warm pants surprise.
When you are above tree level warm pants go cold awfully fast.
But a dragon flying towards you kind of trumps that. At any given day.
Donny pushed all the buttons at the same time hoping that one of them would turn his small aircraft away from the fire breathing monstrosity approaching from the horizon.
It actually succeeded.
The dragon rolled mid-air, though, and ended up in Donny’s path again.
The beam of fire leaving the dragon’s mouth hit Donny’s arm. The fire also swallowed Brutal Joe and Cat-scratch.
They all fell to the street with the dragon passing above them. The dragon rolled again. It tackled Car-scratch of his chair.
At least I get to meet Bella again, Donny thought. He crossed his arms over his chest, prepared for the death to come.
In the city, the dragon roared as it threw itself at a screeching red monster. The explosions burned so bright everything turned white under Donny’s eyelids. A shadow blackened the sun, and Donny’s ears turned the world into sirens as the large body crushed the ground.
Donny took one final breath.
His back hit the asphalt. His skull splattered across the pavement. Everything turned white. Then black.
And Donny took another breath.

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