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 #133: Among dumpsters

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Today’s entry: Among Dumpsters

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“So sweet dreams.” The taller elf said and leaned closer to Dina. “They are so bright.”
“So warm.” His friend filled in.
Susanne shivered still regretting she asked for their help. The blood red smiles on the two from the sleigh still burned bright in her mind.
“Anymore news from the other side?” She asked Marge.
“Not much, Gool has told the world not to worry. He is in a safe space where no one can reach him. Not even aliens and their weapons of mass destruction if that was the case.”
“Do you know where that is?” Susanne flinched as the tall elf pushed his head against Dina’s hair. “Hey, she is just a child!”
The elf looked at her. He didn’t move away from her daughter.
“Yes, she is,” he said. “But her dreams tell me you already have shown her darkness.”
Within Susanne’s throat, a explosion of sour nausea surfaced. She halted.
“Can you see that?”
“Yes, and so much more. She dreams of knives in backs. And she is happy. So, warm and happy.”
The elf and Susanne stared at each other for an eternity. The elf took Dina’s hair and smelt it. Susanne took one step forward.
If you even think of smelling her again, I will kill you, she thought.
“Ignore him,” Marge pulled Susanne’s arm just as Susanne raised it in preparation for beating the elf into a pulp. “They are creatures of war, remember? They do anything to start a fight.”
“We need to get to the sewers,” Marge continued when she caught Susanne’s attention. “From there we need to get to the President’s quarters.”
“You mean what was the President’s quarters,” Mart said with a sly smile.
“No, I mean the President’s quarters. Most of it is below ground and should be intact.”
“Clever.” Susanne glared at the two elves again. They were completely high from Dina’s dreams. “Where will you go Mart?”
“I will take the sewers too, but to the city. Half of my men will join you at the President’s quarters. The other half will follow me to Mr. Diamond.”
“Can you shoot him one extra time from me?” Susanne asked. They pulled a man hole cover away.
“I will do so much more than shooting him Mrs. Queen.”
The three jumped down the sewer, and shortly after the two elves lowered a sleeping Dina.
Above them Sam flew on his sleigh. He fired at buildings and pulled all the attention to himself.

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Flashes of Sanity #132: Corporate meeting

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Today’s entry: corporate meeting

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”What do you take away from all this?” Donald said as he scanned the city from their new abandoned apartment. What once had been a rooftop suite had become four walls barely holding together.
Outside, the streets were on fire. A city screamed in terror and pain, and above it all a man flew around on a sleigh.
“May I first ask if you truly believe it is him?” The Reviewer walked up beside Donald, his apprentice came close after.
“I am sure it is Sam.”
The Reviewer looked out through the once-a-mirror in silence. The man in the sleigh shot fire onto a building creating a sentence in hell fire.
‘WHERE ARE YOU DONALD?’
“He is still angry with you.”
“That much I figured out for myself. Anything else.”
“The fact that he dresses like Santa and flies around on a sleigh pulled by reindeers forces me to questions what I thought was facts.”
“Yes, but how do we take him down?”
“We have a rocket launcher. But that would give them our position. We could fight them from the streets, but the most probable conclusion is that,” the Reviewer looked down at the streets screaming, “he has people there too.”
Donald thought about the two dead ends. He sipped his coffee.
“That leaves below ground to be explored. This hotel has a path through the cellar to the sewer if I remember it correct. Should that be a path worth considering?”
The Reviewer turned to his apprentice. “What do you think?”
The apprentice flinched as if they thrown their fists at his face.
“What I think?” The apprentice gathered himself and corrected his suit.
Probably something The Reviewer taught him.
“Do we have to exit our place of safety?”
“Yes,” Donald said. “They will find us anyway. It is better we take the battle in our hands.”
Donald thought about his people on the street. Not an army, but a resistance. It was only a matter of time before the wrong person decided that the pain wasn’t worth it.
“Then it is decided,” the reviewer said. “Well done, Mitch. Mr. Diamond, should we inform the others?”
“Yes.” Donald continued to look out the window as the two reviewers backed from the window. Partly, he wanted Sam to see him. Get the battle over with. But face-off would guarantee failure.
Donald didn’t want to fail. Especially not when Sam was holding the other gun.
“Just one more question if you don’t mind?” The Reviewer asked. “Sarah, the one who built SurgeRay with you and Sam, you haven’t heard from her?”
“No, I haven’t,” Donald answered. “And I probably won’t.”

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Flashes of Sanity #131: Red War

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Today’s entry: Red War

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The two elves returned to the sleigh. Still laughing.
“Did you get him?” Sam asked.
“No, he got away.”
“So why the blood around your mouth?”
The elves giggled. ”We found another one.”
“Brilliant.” Sam turned to his human passengers in the back of the sleigh. “I will lead these haters into war. Where do you want me to drop you off?”
“Anywhere?” Mart said. He glanced at his co-passengers.
“Anywhere will be good.” Susanne said. The little girl in her arms had been drugged for her own safety. Considering that the two elves still licked blood of their teeth, for her sanity too. “Just leave a couple of elves with us to carry Dina.”
“Anyone who wants to carry a little girl?”
Every elf on the sleigh raised their hand.
“Why are they so eager to take care of a child?” Marge asked. Probably with the blood lickers on her mind.
“Children are like nicotine for them,” Sam said and pointed at two elves with no blood on their mouth. “You and you. Happiness leaks out through a child’s pores and the elves breathe it in. Christmas is built on that reward system.”
“Do you need to rehearse the plan?” He continued.
A choir of nos answered him. He raised his hand, and the sleigh slowed down. Within a minute, they were on the ground. Within another minute, they were back in the air. The little group disappeared into one of the alleys.
Sam smiled.
“It is time, boys and girls!” He raised his arms. “It is war!”
Thousands of arms joined his on the flying sleighs. They all cheered.
“Show man why you once were the most feared people on the earth!”
All the sleighs scattered. And soon screams joined the cheers.
Sam pushed his sleigh forward.
It was time for phase two.

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