Flashes of Sanity #175: Scanning the Track

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Today’s entry: Scanning the Track

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At first, the shadows looked like just that. Shadows. The shadows ran across the roof though, and that was highly unusual. Upon closer inspection, Mikos saw that the shadows in fact were children. Seven children, then Mitch and Dale.
A crash exploded through the window they escaped from.
“What do you think you are doing?”
The bearded man came flying out the window. Dale looked down at Miko. He raised his hand.
On it boss.
The Porsche started without resistance. A smile played on Miko’s face. This little kitty doesn’t want to stand still. Ever. He put in reverse. The question is if it want to take 12 passengers though. He remembered who his employer was and took the question back.
He stopped the Porsche and let it be on while he opened all the doors. On the roof, Mitch helped his brothers down on the garage roof. They then jumped down on a pile of logs covered in tarp and ran. Miko sat himself behind the wheel again.
The first ones jumped into the back seat.
“Be careful with the seats,” Miko said even though he knew the first dirty ass made irreparable damage. “We have room for two more in the trunk. The rest of you have to sit in each other’s laps.”
The brothers looked at each other, then one of the moved to the trunk and grabbed a second brother on his way there. Mitch tilted the rear view mirror. Only Mitch and Dale was left on the roof.
Mitch’s father threw himself at them teeth first. Dale took the hit, and the bodies crashed to the ground. Miko tilted the rear view window to follow the fall. From the bodies one hand rose. Three fingers raised into the air. One joined the fist and only two fingers remained.
“As you wish,” Miko swallowed, “Dale.”
He leaned his head out through the front door. Mitch was on his way down. The boy constantly looked at his mentor and his father.”
“Mitch! Come here! You will only cause more trouble by joining the wrestlers.”
Mitch turned to Miko, and Miko waved at him.
“Come here!”
The boy ran out to the car as Miko closed the doors. Mitch threw himself into the back seat across his brothers’ legs. Miko closed the door behind him and sat himself behind the wheel. He put in the first gear and the car left the drive way with a screech.
“Why are you leaving Dale?” Mitch asked.
“Orders.” Miko glanced at the rear view mirror. One bearded face arose from the two bodies. It roared and a hand punched the face under it.

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Flashes of Sanity #174: Awaken to Nightmares

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Today’s entry: Awaken to Nightmares

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Light steps. That’s the way to do it. Dale studied his apprentice walking up the stairs. It was flawless. Not even a squeak from a stair not meant for climbing. Just trying too hard still, but that will come later.
Dale followed him. Upstairs was like downstairs. A mess. Bottles everywhere. Not a furniture matching the other. The work of a man not prone to details.
How could such a man get a son with such ease for it.
Mitch looked over his shoulder and pointed towards a door to the right. The door without snoring sounds breaking through it. Mitch opened the door. No sounds this time either. Still much effort even though the kid most likely had opened it many times before without making a sound.
They walked up to the big bed where all Mitch’s brothers laid sleeping under one sheet. One of them opened their eyes. The round one, Greg. Mitch threw his arms at the child’s mouth. The squeak living Greg’s lips was enough to wake the brother next to him. A brother sleeping with his glasses on. Dan. Dan screamed. He woke the five next to him.
”Dad brought a friend!”
”No,” Mitch said. ”It is just me. Please be quiet.”
It was already too late. Every child screamed. All of them begged for their dad to not take them.
”You spoiled brats!” Arthur screamed from across the hall.
Dale shut the door.
”What is our exit plan?”
Mitch stared at him with eyes wide open. Only fear resided behind the lenses.
”I don’t know.”
Two fists hit the door. They continued slamming hard.
”Give me the exit strategy,” Dale said with calm. ”Or else we could always give your dad the brick treatment.”
”No.” The fear sank back. ”I don’t want to crush him.” The eyes scanned the room, they locked on the window.
”I know what to do.”
”Good,” Dale put a chair in front of the door. ”Let’s continue the mission.”

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Flashes of Sanity #173: Reviewing the Darkness

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Today’s entry: Reviewing the Darkness

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Mitch opened the front door. It was unlocked. Like it always was. The stench of alcohol hanged thick and the snores echoed from upstairs.
Father, Mitch thought.
Dale entered after Mitch. He hanged his jacket on one of the hangers. The man looked calm, but Mitch knew that every detail was filtered through his brain.
I need to be like him. Mitch focused on walls, the floor and the snores. He slipped out of his shoes. Outside, he had set the flashlight to lowest setting and now, he released the orb onto the hallway.
“My brothers have a bedroom on the top floor,” he had told Dale as they planed the break in. “My father has one there too.”
They reached the living room. The moon light painted the room in white.
“Will there be an instance when someone will sleep downstairs?” Dale had asked.
“Yes, if someone has been punished. It gets cold first at night.”
The orb travelled across the floor and reached the sofa. It froze at two faces tightly pushed against each other. Leo and Felix.
“Felix.” Mitch stumbled as hastened his steps towards them. “Leo.”
A hand grabbed his coat and pulled him back.
“Hush,” Dale said with his index finger pushed against his mouth. “Thoughts, not feelings.”
Mitch swallowed the lump in his throat. Dale wrinkled his nose. Mitch smelt it too. The punishment.
“How often does he punish you?” Dale whispered.
“Often.”
“We carry them out first. Then we take the others.”
The two bodies noticed nothing of Mitch and Dale picking them up from the sofa and carrying them out on their shoulders. They didn’t notice being thrown in the trunk of the car either. Or Miko closing the trunk behind them.
“I thought you said they would be nine.”
“They are nine,” Dale said. “These were the easiest to get out. We need you to be ready to drive if everything goes south from now on.”
“Sure.”
Mitch and Dale returned inside. A scream broke through the wooden walls and a window lit.

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Flashes of Sanity #164: Gravel

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Today’s entry: Gravel

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Gravel rolled under the wheels. Miko closed his eyes and listened to the sound all the way until the Porsche stopped.
Perfect.
“That was unnecessary,” said Dale Riderstorm beside him.
“With a car like this? Never.”
“You could have given away our position.”
“But I didn’t.” Miko pushed a button and the car doors opened.
Dale gave Miko one of those rolling your eyes at an idiot without rolling your eyes that only he was capable off. Or to be accurate, Mitch did it too, but he was Dale’s apprentice. The stare was probably essential when training to be the Reviewer.
Miko sighed.
They were idiots. Anyone who was that fascinated by every little detail was an idiot.
“We used to play space war here,” Mitch said. “Home is 500 yards that way.”
He halted just outside the car door.
“I hear Leo,” he said. “He is in the woods.”
Dale grabbed the collar of Mitch’s suit and pulled him down on the gravel. “And if you run to him both of you will be captured by your father. This is not the time for letting your feelings take control. Do you understand?”
“He is my brother!” The youngling pulled at his coat, but the master’s grip was to firm. What looked like a twist in Dale’s wrist threw Mitch to the ground.
“Do you understand?”
Miko rushed over to the two and put his weight on the boy’s legs.
Who is threatening to give away out position now? He thought. He kept the thought to himself.
Mitch stopped fighting the weight of his opponents. Some minutes afterwards his face also calmed and only the heavy breaths gave away the fight within his thoughts. Miko let himself loosen the grip on the skinny legs.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Mitch answered. “I understand. Please, let me go.”
“Good. We will make our move tonight. Anything before that will only ruin our chances of getting your brothers out in their current state.”
Dale grabbed Mitch’s hand and pulled him up.
“Leo chops wood for the fire place,” he said. “Father always get drunk in front of the fire place. He will beat them before we get there either way.”
“Yes, but if we get there now without planning it correctly, he might kill one of them too. You don’t want that, do you?”
“No.”
Miko felt his shoulders sink. Danger averted.
“How much ammunition do you need?”
“Hopefully, none, but to be safe, pack two clips for us each.”
“On it, boss!”
“My name is Dale, or Mr. Riderstorm, or the Reviewer. Not boss.”
The annoying frown on Dale’s face sounded through his voice. Miko smiled at the thought of it.
“Will try to remember it Mr. Riderstorm,” he said.
And forget it, he thought.

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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 #95: Parking ticket

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This week’s entry: Parking ticket

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A ticket!? A bloody ticket!?
”I have parked inside the lines,” Miko shouted. ”What kind of bullshit is this?”
”Not a ticket, Miko,” his employer said and stretched for the paper slip. ”It is the wrong color, you should know that.”
”What is it then?”
”A note.” The employer scanned the paper in just about two seconds too long for Miko to find it healthy.
”Or rather an invitation,” the employer continued as Miko pressed a button on his car key and the two front doors opened.
The fact that his employer preferred the front seat over the back luxurious back seat still confused Miko. Even though he had gotten it explained to him a dozen times. Everyone wanted to be seen as royalty. Every one except this guy who claimed that seeing what was going on was ’the more preferable in going for a ride.’ The employer didn’t want anyone to open the door either. The automatic system Mika had installed was borderline and almost costed him the job.
”What kind of invitation is it then?” Miko threw himself into the driver’s seat.
His employer first checked the interior to make sure everything was spotless.
”It doesn’t say,” the employer said. ”It only says that Mr. Maldo wants our attention.”
”The pedophile?”
Miko got one of those glares that his employer was so good at. A glare with a mix of disappointment and annoyance. Miko cared very little for that kind of intolerant behavior.
”Yes,” the employer said. ”The one recently accused of murder and pedophilia. He seems to know a great deal about some shady people.”
The radio started at the same time as the engine gave of its first purr.
”Four murdered today on the street. Is it the same killer? Will there be more? Stay tuned on radio Fast Lane as we follow the events live from our studio.”
”Intriguing,” the man in the passenger seat mumbled. ”Miko, plaese take me to the address on this invitation. This someone, not Mr. Maldo, has caught my attention. I think whatever is at that address will be of great interest to us.
”Sure, boss.” Miko put in the first gear and pressed down the pedal.
”Please, Miko. Serious people call me The Reviewer.”

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