Flashes of Sanity #119: Taxi Driver

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Today’s entry: Taxi Driver

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One monster dispersed in the rear view mirror, and another one fell.
Miko refocused on the road ahead. He avoided hitting a man on the street, and repositioned himself on the road.
“That was quite unnecessary, Miko,” the Reviewer said beside him. “He wouldn’t have cared if you hit him or not.”
“How can you be so sure,” MIko snarled back while saving another road walker from his polished hood.
“It is written on every wall. Sinners never die.”
“How can you be sure they never die? How can you know it wasn’t a saint?”
Miko felt the reviewer’s eyes scanning from top to toe as he would judge a fool.
“It is also written on the walls… Saints bleed out on the streets. And besides, I have gotten confirmation of its truthfulness.”
“So, you are saying the monsters behind us were saints?” The passenger in the back seat asked.
Miko had to say, the young boy had been growing on him since they washed the piss of his legs.
“The dragon seems to have been one, Mr. Sooly. The other monster just scattered it looks like. Miko, left here, then first on the left.”
Miko stopped at a metal door without numbers on a street full of doors. Of all the streets they had passed this was the only one that was empty.
“Now what?”
“We go in, rescue the prisoner and go out. If we are in luck it will be prisoners.”
“And you don’t think anyone will get us?”
“No, they are all out ‘never dying’.” The Reviewer smiled at his own cleverness. 
Miko sighed.
Young Mr. Sooly didn’t seem to know if he dared to smile or sigh. 
A series of small bombs took down the metal door. The reviewer was first inside. He whistled, and the room whistled back. 
“Miko, first door to the left. Mr. Sooly, first door to the right. Follow the corridor and check every door.”
The Reviewer himself walked through the corridor ignoring all doors.
Miko kicked his doors open. Mr. Sooly on the other hand pushed them open and peaked inside before he took cover behind the wall. The process took about too long for Miko to tolerate it, and he began kicking the doors from the other direction.
The rooms were all empty.
The Reviewer himself came back with someone on his shoulder. A trail of blood followed his foot steps, but somehow it never dripped on his shoes. Mid-step he slammed his heel against the floor. His foot went straight through the wood. He looked down, nodded, and continued walking.
“Carl Messinger awaits you under the floor,” he said as he passed Miko and Mr. Sooly. “Me and Donna will meet you in the car.” 
“Don’t you dare ruin my seats!”
“Our new beneficiary will gladly pay for new ones!” The Reviewer threw back at him.
“F*ck the beneficiary,” Miko mumbled as began tearing the wooden floor away. “Those seats are priceless.”
“Donna…” Mr. Sooly stuttered beside him.

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Flashes of Sanity #118: Dire Incidents

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Today’s entry: Dire Incidents

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Alred stumbled graciously into a crash landing.
The hit was quite the surprise for the red monster.
Very convenient when you are trying to save the world from destruction. The monster arouse from the rubble. It screeched as it threw itself at Alred. Alred remembered all the teachings kung fu movies had taught him. One step back, one arm raised.
Belch.
Not really according to plan. But when you ate a burrito last night, no matter the size, what can one expect?
The belch brought with it a flood of fire, and all of it poured over Alred with the morning breath hanging heavy. Alred breathed it in. Soon, bathroom break for thirty minutes.
Better get this over quick, he thought.
The red cloud fizzed at the first touch with Alred’s morning gases.
The monster threw itself back.
Alred saw the opportunity. One foot back, one arm raised. A cocky look.
Do you dare to attack me, it said.
Alred stumbled and his tail struck the monster. The monster flew across the city. Alred stumbled after it, and he tripped.
So, he flew after the monster. With another belch flavoring his mouth.
Then the monster threw itself at Alred. That was rude. Everyone knew a fight had to involve moments of staring, that was the rule. Alred aimed his teeth at the monster’s ear just as he did against Mo in kindergarten. Sadly, red clouds doesn’t have ears, they are just body, neck and face. And Alred missed the face.
The monster’s screech fractured buildings as Alred’s teeth tore into the neck. The monster threw punch after punch against Alred’s thick scales. They hit his ribs and his face. They broke through. They pierced in between the ribs in his chest. Just like the day with Mo, Alred never let go. Alred never gave up. The monster reached his heart. Alred’s vision blurred as red fingers wrapped around it. The fingers squeezed.
They ripped the heart out.
Alred tore the ear away that day Mo called his mother the bad S-word. He tore the neck of the monster today too.
The monster burst into thousand fragments. They all scattered in the wind. Some fragments laughed, some fragments cried. One fragment went home. Alred fell. His last blood poured out from the hole in his chest. He closed his eyes.
At least I saved the world, he thought.
He never opened his eyes again.

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Flashes of Sanity #117: Queen in the Rubble

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Today’s entry: Queen in the Rubble

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The red monster flew across the sky. The dragon came flying after it engulfed in its own flames.
“Mom.” Dina tugged at Susanne’s arm. “I want to go home.”
“I know honey, mom just have to think so we don’t kill ourselves first.”
Susanne crossed a street full of demolished buildings and torn, living bodies.
“Do you really think you can die?” Marge said behind them. “I am pretty sure you should reevaluate yourself in that case.”
Susanne gave Marge a toxic look.
“Maybe I can’t, but I am pretty sure Dina can.”
That shut Marge up, for now. Susanne already regretted the choice of bringing her along. But certain people could make all the difference in a possible future.
Susanne knew Marge Umington was one of them.
The red monster threw itself at the flaming dragon. The dragon went for the throat.
“Mom, I am scared.”
“Me too honey. We just have to wait for Uncle Mart to pick us up.”
A screech left the monster’s mouth. The screech turned fiercer for every second it lasted.
“Damn you Xander!” Marge shouted
“Xander?” Susanne glanced at Marge. “Xander Bylix.”
“Yes! How do you know him.” Marge went silent. Her eyes wandered to Dina. “Oh.”
Susanne grabbed Marge’s once fancy dress and pulled her close. “If you tell a soul, I will make sure you suffer.”
The smile playing on Marge’s lips was enough to make her consider it anyway.
“You don’t have to worry Mrs. Queen. Your secret is safe with me.”
Susanne let go.
One more enemy knowing too much, she thought. I’ll need to keep her close.
A car roared. It ran through all the living corpses and stopped by Susanne’s feet.
“Finally.” Susanne threw the passenger door open.
“Get in!” Mart Adamson screamed from the driver’s seat. “We need to get away from here before they blow everything up.”
The car screeched through more corpses, and left the city.
“Are we going home?” Dina asked.
“No,” Mart said. “We are going somewhere better. We are meeting Santa!”

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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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Flashes of Sanity #115: Incidental Air Support

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Today’s entry: Incidental Air Support

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Alred Klaudio had wings. That was weird. Weirder yet, the scales grew out yesterday. Or was it the day after that. Or the day after that. Remembering stuff was hard when you passed out every now and then.
Alred clapped his belly. Maybe burritos wasn’t the key to a healthy life. Alred thought about it and shook his head.
Overnight matured burritos was the essential breakfast. They were just not as easy to get from a cave on a mountain.
Caves were boring too. All the stone and all the skeletons. It was just not for him. Luckily, Alred brought the TV before he flew away. Sadly, there is no power in a cave.
But you can always play pretend.
Alred stumbled his way out of the cave to retrieve his daily burrito from the snow. They were getting smaller. That annoyed Alred. That this was the last burrito annoyed him even more.
The pink peppers growing in the snow was also weird.
Alred swallowed the coin sized burrito and decided to fly for new ones.
There were not many who could stumble mid-air, but Alred was one of them. He couldn’t believe that wings found it so difficult to stay apart.
The cities got smaller too. That confused Alred. The people shrunk every time he visited them too.
“Do you have burritos,” Alred asked. “Big ones.”
Everyone screamed at him. That Alred found sad. Back when he lived in the city, everyone was nice.
Alred stretched his head in through the supermarket entrance and scanned the aisles for burritos, but they were nowhere to be found.
But he found a TV.
He asked them to raise the volume so he could hear the news over all the screaming, but everyone was too busy screaming.
There was a war in the big cities, he understood. And monsters.
Maybe I could help, Alred thought. I have wings. I have fire.
The TV began burning.
Yes. Alred wanted to help.
Alred borrowed candy from a shelf, and exited the store.
He stumbled over the sea. He met some airplanes.
They were not nice. Just missiles and bullets.
They fell into the sea when Alred stumbled. Alred said he was sorry. Hopefully, they heard him.
Alred stumbled all the way to the mainland. He saw the monster. He shot some fire.
He was ready to save the day.

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Flashes of Sanity #112: Collective Consciousness

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Today’s entry: Collective Consciousness

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They all screamed in his head. The souls of what once was. The broken, the returned, the not good enough. Their pain magnified in their collective screams.
This was what it was all about. Xander laughed. Total power.
His was torn between all the wills seeking revenge on him and the world that hurt them. Xander directed the hate forward, and the President’s quarter’s right wing was turned to dust. New souls joined his already fractured being.
Outside the president’s quarters Marge stood screaming at him.
”What are you doing?” Xander read on her lips.
The souls burst into a soul-slitting screech.
”I am doing what you asked me to,” Xander said. ”I make them pay for what they have done. You will pay too for all you have done!”
The street vanished under the raw force sent onto it. No soul joined the screeching echo in Xander’s mind.
Lucky you, Marge, he thought, and directed his attention towards the building in need for destruction. Men walked out through the doors. Their bodies vaporized, their mind joined the echo.
Xander let all the voices free and saw the sky turn red. The red fell down on the street, and all left was the ground that once stood proud before civilization took over.
The president joined the chorus.
Welcome, Xander thought. Let’s show you what power really is.

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Flashes of Sanity #111: The View from Up High

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Today’s entry: The view from up high

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Donny saw his future go down in blood, bullets and tears.
So, so many tears.
Please Bella, rise, he thought. We have seen others do it. So please be one of them too.
The bullets turned a beautiful body in spandex into a red lump, and then the knives… Donny forced himself to look away.
I love you, he thought.
From below, one of the slaughterers screamed at him.
”Sinners never die!” He then burst out laughing. ”Saints bleed out on the streets.”
I love you.
”What the Fuck just happened?” It was Cat-scratch behind Donny. ”What are they doing?”
”Can’t you see it?” Brutal-Joe said. ”They are butchering her.”
”But why?”
I love you, Donny failed and looked down. One of them held up Bella’s head for all to see. Her beautiful eyes carved out of the skull.
”They are setting an example,” he said. ”To show anyone who ever threat their territory.”
”And they couldn’t have chosen someone else? We were only us three after the assholes popped up from their graves?”
”I don’t know why.” Donny’s tears fell down in a rain over the massacre. Some of the men below caught it on their tongue.
I hate them,” he said. ”I hate them.”
”We do too,” said Cat-Scratch. ”But what are we gonna do?”
”First to safety.” Joe pushed a button and his chair began moving. ”Then some planning, isn’t that right boss?”
”Yes,” Donny said. ”Yes, our plan will send them back to hell where they belong.”
He looked up at the horizon and a red cloud arising above the President’s Quarters. He pushed a button and steered in the opposite direction.
He looked down again.
I hate you all, he thought. You will pay.

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Flashes of Sanity #110: Faulty Criminals

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Today’s entry: Faulty Criminals

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”Do you Donny take Bella as you…” The car took a sharp left turn and threw Brutal-Joe into the windshield.
”You have to do all our names!” Bella said.
“Do you want me to do this or not?” Joe scratched his head. “Or maybe you want me to join the idiots chasing us… I have one grenade left, and I rather use it on them than you.”
“I wanted this to be a cute thing,” Bella said with a hanging lip. She took another sharp turn followed by curse words from the back seat.
“Honey.” Donny stretched a caring hand towards her whitened knuckles. “This is a cute thing. You, me, a car, and the rest of our lives together. I could never have wished for… Is he just standing there?”
Bella’s jaws hardened as she saw the man in their way pull out shotgun with knives attached to the sides. The man laughed.
“Shit,” she said. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”
She scanned the road for any way around him. The man was soon joined by another one and another one. All of them laughing. All of them armed.
“We will have to go through them. Shit! Joe marry us. Now!”
“Just say I do, okay,” Joe said. He and Cat-scratch pulled themselves out through the window with a rifle each.
Bella turned to Donny. “Do you love me?”
“I do.”
“I do love you too.”
They kissed with her hands still in the steering wheel.
“I now pronounce you man and wife.” Joe emptied his magazine into the men in front of them. Cat-scratch did too. The men never fell. They only laughed. “Shit, our only hope is the grenade then.
“Thanks Joe, but the grenade won’t be enough this time.” Bella released Donny from the kiss, she pushed a button. The roof catapulted into the air, and her three companions were shot out of the car.
“I love you Donny!” She screamed.
Donny didn’t hear her. He was busy screaming. Bella stopped the car. She walked out with her eyes locked on the army. The tazers on her hands vibrated from the electric charge. She vibrated because she knew what was coming.
It was all clear in the laughter.
“I have only killed one man,” she said. “That was by accident.”
She fired her tazers at the men. They fired all their rifles at her.
She fell.
Bella never rose again.

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Flashes of Sanity #109: Shedding Graves

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Today’s entry: Shedding Graves

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The skin hanged sloppily around his waist. What once was Kara fell and hit her head against the back of his feet. Her hair stuck under his sole. Got up the stairs and slipped. He hit the cement floor with the back of his head. The colorful walls dimmed and came back.
“Come here, you coward!” Kara screamed from below the stairs. “I will gut you like a Russian doll.”
His phone rang. The ringtone for Cassandra Crisis.
Fuck, he thought and swallowed his heartbeat. A quick adjustment to his voice before he pushed the phone symbol.
“How can I help you Cassandra?” He glanced over his shoulder and saw Kara’s dried flesh on a hand stretching along the rail.
“You dare imitating me,” Kara snarled.
“Kara we need you here ASAP! They have taken over the President’s quarters! They have taken the whole parliament hostage. Shit, they live stream the torture.”
“I will be there Cass’,” he said, his voice cracked as he got up on his feet and ran. “Give me a moment to collect my stuff!”
A flash of light and a bolt of pain exploding on his head threw him to the floor once more. The light faded into the periphery and he saw the friend with a baseball bat hovering over his face.
“Kara, are you okay?” Cassandra said from the phone. “I heard something.”
The cadaver of Kara picked up the phone. She calmed her breath.
“It is okay Cass’, I just tripped.” Kara stared at him with her black eyes. “I will be with you as soon as I have collected my stuff.”
She hang up.
“Hit him again,” She said.
The baseball bat fell down on his face once more. His skull crunched.
“Bill,” Kara continued. “Help me find a knife. I want to see how many pieces we can cut out of him before he stops crying.”
The baseball bat came down one more. This time on his chest.

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Flashes of Sanity #108: Catastrophe Handler

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Today’s entry: Catastrophe Handler

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“An incoming call for Doctor Xander Bylix,” the mechanic voice declared.

“Who is it from?” Xander said as he scanned the pit of all the fallen, the returned and the faulty. He smiled.

“Marge Umington.”

His smile widened.

“Let her through.”

“Dr. Bylix?”

“Yes ma’am, how may I help you this lovely afternoon?”

His eyes watered as a breath hit his face. You are so magnificent, he thought. So perfect.

“I want you to bring it all!” Marge screamed in his ear.

“Do you hear me? Everything! I want you to turn the president’s quarters to dust.”

“That won’t be a problem ma’am. I can send something that makes your request seem minor.”

“Do it then! And Xander, they cannot die! So, make sure they suffer.”

“They will suffer I can promise you that much.”

A monotonous tone signaled that the call was over. 

“We will make everyone suffer,” he mumbled.

“Isn’t that right?”

The large mass rising from the pit observed him from thousand rotten eyes. It squealed.

“Yes, you are right. Come to me my wonderful monster.”

The mass leaned over Xander and swallowed him. He laughed, and the monster’s squeal joined in.

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