Above Heaven, Below Hell #183: Building Bonds

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Today’s entry: Building Bonds

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Dawson put another log on the fire. The flames fled from the sudden intruder just to swallow it in its heat the next second. The pillar of smoke rose above the tree tops. Above the trees it joined the big cloud. Dawson admired its massive body. The anger thundered inside the grey.
“Did you find them?”
The cloud answered with a screech.
“Good.”
Dawson pushed at his ear piece and vibrations stopped.
“Yes, Mrs. President.”
“Dawson, how is the army growing?”
A branch broke among the bushes. Faces appeared in the green.
“It is growing alright!” Dawson smiled. “Just as you wished.”
“Good! How much longer do you need?”
“Just a day, nothing more. The army will be more than you could ever hope for.”
Mrs. Queen gave him one of her silent approvals.
“I will be in touch,” she said and her voice died off in white noise.
“I will too,” Dawson mumbled. He turned to the hunters and witches
“Viper! Glen! It has been to long since I saw your face! Where is Craven?”
“We got him right here.” Viper pointed to his backpack. “The ogres tore him into pieces.”
“Yes, the ogres.” Dawson said and reminded himself of the craziness within the three heads. It was still less than most rogues free from the toxic programming. “Put him to the fire and let him join our dragon.”
Viper glanced at the cloud. His grin was toothless and red.
“Aye, he always loved the fire.”
The backpack broke into black flakes. The meat fizzed. The smoke went from white to grey. The cloud screeched as the grey pillar joined.
“Welcome Craven,” Dawson said.
In the bushes another branch broke and countless new faces joined the masses around the fire.
“When will we attack?” They asked.
“In just a few days,” Dawson answered. “Just a few days.”

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Flashes of Sanity #162: Dawson

Welcome to Above Heaven, Below Hell! Previously called Flashes of Sanity. I am changeing the name because it is not flash fiction. It is a whole story with chapters!

Four times a week, a chapter of 500 words or less will be published. Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday.

Today’s entry: Dawson

Enjoy!

Hugo Dawson knelt by the slurry of bodies. In the mass an eye moved. He caught it and lifted it so it looked straight into his own grey circles.
”Who were you?”
The iris widened just to fall back into a dot in the middle of the globe.
”Stabber?” He continued without letting the tiny dot out of his sight.
”Yes, sir?”
”We need shovels, a lot of them. And gasoline.”
The tall man disappeared. The eye vibrated in Dawson’s hand. The pressure became too much and the orb turned into squishy goo. Like the rest of the body.
”Have anyone found anything resembling Mart Adamson yet?”
His troop answered in a choir. None of them had. Dawson put his finger on the mic by his ear.
”We can confirm your suspicions Mrs. President. All of Mart and his troops were immobilized.”
”Thank you Dawson. Do you see any signs of Donald Diamond or his crew?”
”They have fled the premises.”
Stabber returned from a shop down the street. He dropped the shovels on the ground and ran off again.
“Inform me if you find any clues of their whereabouts.”
The line went back to white noise. Dawson tapped the mic again and arose. He grabbed a shovel and joined forces with his team. The bodies became a pile of blood, bones and tissue. Stabber poured the gasoline on it and with the flick of a match the bodies were aflame. A pillar of smoke arose into the sky.
“Do you think it will work?” Stabber asked.
“I don’t think Stabber, I know.” Dawson inhaled the warmth. “We will get our own monster, and when we do, the world will crumble. Little Mrs. President won’t know what hit her.”
“Do you hear that, brothers and sisters?” He continued to the smoke. “The world will crumble at our feet.”

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