"Dude, quit shoving. I'm supposed to sit here, Paul," Ron said as he shoved his friend out of the way.
"Why the hell's it got to be so dark, I don't see why we can't turn on the lights, Dennis?" Ron said complaining about the four candles stationed around the black basement.
"Turn on the lights? What are you, friggin' five. It's atmospheric; the candles'll help us concentrate. And I told you Ron don't call me Dennis, I'm Creatio," Dennis answered.
"Ouch, Ron you just totally stepped on my foot," Paul cried out grabbing his foot in pain.
"Crap, I'm sorry. I can't see a thing," Ron said moving cautiously in the dim light.
"Shit, fine just wait, I'll get the lights," Dennis said as he moved toward the light switch mounted on the wall.
"Damn, Dennis, that's bright," Ron said holding his hand up to his eyes to cut the glare from the row of halogen lights.
"Damnit, Ron, I just said call me 'Creatio'," Dennis snapped in exasperation.
"Fine, Creatio, I still don't get why you get to pick your own nickname and I'm don't," Ron asked in a whining voice.
"I told you, Ron, if you want a nickname then pick one, but I'm not calling you Uranus. I don't care if he is the Greek Father of Creation, it's just stupid," Dennis said as he stood arms crossed tapping his foot in annoyance. "I don't care if you did look it up on Wiki. There's no way I'm going to run around shouting 'Hey, what's up Uranus'.'"
"Dude," Paul said laughing deeply. "You totally said 'Your Anus'.
Dennis groaned in frustration. "See, if nothing else, Paul, says that every time. I told you, you should go with Marduk, it's Babylonian," Dennis said.
"Yeah, Yeah, I know Marduk the 'supreme being'. I don't want to be Marduk if you're going to be--" Ron cut off as a knock sounded in the room.
Dashing toward the stairs that were located against the far corner of the room, Ron came to a halt on the top stair just as the door above opened. He could see his Mom standing at the top of the stairs; her worn terry cloth bathrobe cinched tightly, a tray held before her in offering.
"Mom, I told you not to disturb me. We're working on the game," Ron said, looking down at Dennis and Paul who had moved toward the bottom of the stairs.
Dennis smiled and said, "Hello, Mrs. Banning. It's nice to see you again."
Alice Banning smiled down in true delight at Dennis. "Well, hello, Dennis, I didn't realize that you were here. I thought it was just Ronald and Paul. Are you helping the boys with their little game? I'm sure you must be a big help, you always did get top marks in school. You're mother's always telling me just how smart you are." Alice moved to go down the steps.
Ron stood in front of his mother and said, "Mom, we talked about this. I'm twenty-four, I'm a man, now you just can't keep treating me like I'm twelve. Remember, you said the basement was mine. And it's not just a game; it's going to be the hottest video game on the market, just as soon as we get funding."
Alice smiled affectionately at her only son and said, "You know I remember a time not so long ago, when this old basement used to scare you. Now, all you want to do is hang out down here." Alice offered the tray to her son. "Alright, keep you're little secrets Ronald, just remember to clean up after yourselves. Tomorrow's laundry day and I don't want to find any more science experiments in the laundry sink."
Ron sighed deeply as he accepted the tray from his mother. "I know, Mom, we'll clean up. Why don't you get some sleep? We'll keep the noise down."
Alice gently patted her son on the cheek and said, "Alright, Son, Goodnight boys, enjoy the cookies I just made them fresh." With these words Alice turned, shutting the door behind her.
Ron carefully carried the tray down the stairs, as he made his way across the basement he sighed and said, "Whew that was close, do you think she's suspicious?" Ron set the tray on the counter that ran the length of the room, carefully picking up a still warm cookie.
Dennis smiled and grabbed a cookie off the tray. "No way, Man, your Mom totally loves me. Now are we ready to get serious."
Paul shook his head. "Do you really think this'll work, Dennis, I mean it still seems a little..." Paul's voice trailed off as he took a bite of one of the cookies. "God, Ron, your Mom totally rocks. These cookies are awesome; my Mom never makes me cookies anymore. All she ever does is ask if I've found a 'real' job yet, like supervisor at Blockbuster isn't a real job."
"Listen, guys, I have this all worked out. We've got the mud and the picture. All we gotta do is concentrate. I know we can do this," Dennis said wiping his hands on his kaki pants and moved toward the center of the room.
Paul took his place next to Dennis and watched as Ron moved into place also. The three young men formed a circle around a kiddie pool filled with sludgy black mud. "I gotta say the kiddie pool makes it kinda hard to take this serious."
Ron shook his head. "I already told you, Paul, I'm so not dumping gallons of mud on my Mom's basement floor. Do you know how long it would take to clean it up? This way all we'll have to do is carry out the pool."
Dennis smiled broadly. "I'm telling you guys, we're not going to have to worry about it, this is going to work. Now remember, you have to block out any other thoughts. You have to concentrate soley on this guy." Dennis held up an old black and white photo of a man in his late forties.
Each young man sat on the cold concrete floor, legs crossed Indian style. Paul looked at the picture that Dennis handed him. "Who is this guy, Dennis?"
Dennis smiled and answered, "I didn't want to risk it looking like someone who might be alive. I found this picture in a time-life book my Dad has. He was some famous tracker." Dennis sat up straight, hands on his knees and closed his eyes. "Remember concentrate on that face, nothing else. It'll help if you keep you're eyes closed."
All three men, sat eyes closed, the silence in the room broken only by the sound of an old heater cycling on. After only a few moments Ron opened his eyes cautiously, noticing the other two boys still seemed to be concentrating he quickly closed his eyes and tried again.
Ron was finding it hard to concentrate on the face Dennis had shown him. He still felt uneasy about this whole idea, not that he believed it would really work. But what if it did, I mean this could be the answer to all of their prayers. And besides it wasn't like the money was for anything frivolous. They only needed enough to get their game up and running. It's going to work, thought Ron, I mean I think it's going to work. Ron nodded to himself, mind made up. He cleared all thoughts and began concentrating on the image of the man.
Dennis grinned to himself, tonight was the night, the night all of their careful planning came to fruition. It had taken almost a full two months to come up with this plan; he'd spent hours on the internet finding out exactly what they needed to do. It still seemed almost too easy, but what the hell. Maybe everyone was wrong, maybe hard work wasn't the only way to get what you wanted. Concentrating once again on the picture in his mind, Dennis blocked out all other thoughts.
Paul felt his mind wandering and once again tried to picture the face in the photo. God, he thought, I'd kill for another cookie. With a guilty start Paul quickly opened his eyes, glancing at the two other men. Flushing at the sight of the other two meditating, Paul once again shut his eyes and began to concentrate on the image. Paul sighed, how much easier would this be if he had a bra strapped to his head, and he was focusing on a picture of Kelly Lebrock. Yeah, now there was a thought. Finally, Paul wrenched his mind away from images of Kelly in the shower and focused fully on the man in the photo.
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"Okay Dude, what do we got?" asked Dean as he moved toward the table a beer in each hand.
Sam nodded his thanks as he accepted the beer from his brother. Gesturing towards a newspaper in front of him, he said, "I'm not sure. A suburb outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania has had a string of convenience store robberies."
"Robberies, Sam?" Dean said shaking his head. "Doesn't exactly scream supernatural."
Sam nodded. "Yeah I'm thinking it might be. It says here that they've got the guy on video, same guy every time. Now, the weird thing is that the guy's been shot by three different clerks in three different hold ups." Sam picked up his beer; taking a swig he continued to scan the article. "Each time the guy reaches out, picks the clerk up, snaps his neck and walks out with the money."
"Huh," Dean said. "Shot three times, alright I'll qualify that as weird. So let's go little brother, Philly it is. God, I can taste the cheese steaks already," Dean said with a laugh, thumping Sam on the back. "Load up geek boy."
"Dude, quit shoving. I'm supposed to sit here, Paul," Ron said as he shoved his friend out of the way.
"Why the hell's it got to be so dark, I don't see why we can't turn on the lights, Dennis?" Ron said complaining about the four candles stationed around the black basement.
"Turn on the lights? What are you, friggin' five. It's atmospheric; the candles'll help us concentrate. And I told you Ron don't call me Dennis, I'm Creatio," Dennis answered.
"Ouch, Ron you just totally stepped on my foot," Paul cried out grabbing his foot in pain.
"Crap, I'm sorry. I can't see a thing," Ron said moving cautiously in the dim light.
"Shit, fine just wait, I'll get the lights," Dennis said as he moved toward the light switch mounted on the wall.
"Damn, Dennis, that's bright," Ron said holding his hand up to his eyes to cut the glare from the row of halogen lights.
"Damnit, Ron, I just said call me 'Creatio'," Dennis snapped in exasperation.
"Fine, Creatio, I still don't get why you get to pick your own nickname and I'm don't," Ron asked in a whining voice.
"I told you, Ron, if you want a nickname then pick one, but I'm not calling you Uranus. I don't care if he is the Greek Father of Creation, it's just stupid," Dennis said as he stood arms crossed tapping his foot in annoyance. "I don't care if you did look it up on Wiki. There's no way I'm going to run around shouting 'Hey, what's up Uranus'.'"
"Dude," Paul said laughing deeply. "You totally said 'Your Anus'.
Dennis groaned in frustration. "See, if nothing else, Paul, says that every time. I told you, you should go with Marduk, it's Babylonian," Dennis said.
"Yeah, Yeah, I know Marduk the 'supreme being'. I don't want to be Marduk if you're going to be--" Ron cut off as a knock sounded in the room.
Dashing toward the stairs that were located against the far corner of the room, Ron came to a halt on the top stair just as the door above opened. He could see his Mom standing at the top of the stairs; her worn terry cloth bathrobe cinched tightly, a tray held before her in offering.
"Mom, I told you not to disturb me. We're working on the game," Ron said, looking down at Dennis and Paul who had moved toward the bottom of the stairs.
Dennis smiled and said, "Hello, Mrs. Banning. It's nice to see you again."
Alice Banning smiled down in true delight at Dennis. "Well, hello, Dennis, I didn't realize that you were here. I thought it was just Ronald and Paul. Are you helping the boys with their little game? I'm sure you must be a big help, you always did get top marks in school. You're mother's always telling me just how smart you are." Alice moved to go down the steps.
Ron stood in front of his mother and said, "Mom, we talked about this. I'm twenty-four, I'm a man, now you just can't keep treating me like I'm twelve. Remember, you said the basement was mine. And it's not just a game; it's going to be the hottest video game on the market, just as soon as we get funding."
Alice smiled affectionately at her only son and said, "You know I remember a time not so long ago, when this old basement used to scare you. Now, all you want to do is hang out down here." Alice offered the tray to her son. "Alright, keep you're little secrets Ronald, just remember to clean up after yourselves. Tomorrow's laundry day and I don't want to find any more science experiments in the laundry sink."
Ron sighed deeply as he accepted the tray from his mother. "I know, Mom, we'll clean up. Why don't you get some sleep? We'll keep the noise down."
Alice gently patted her son on the cheek and said, "Alright, Son, Goodnight boys, enjoy the cookies I just made them fresh." With these words Alice turned, shutting the door behind her.
Ron carefully carried the tray down the stairs, as he made his way across the basement he sighed and said, "Whew that was close, do you think she's suspicious?" Ron set the tray on the counter that ran the length of the room, carefully picking up a still warm cookie.
Dennis smiled and grabbed a cookie off the tray. "No way, Man, your Mom totally loves me. Now are we ready to get serious."
Paul shook his head. "Do you really think this'll work, Dennis, I mean it still seems a little..." Paul's voice trailed off as he took a bite of one of the cookies. "God, Ron, your Mom totally rocks. These cookies are awesome; my Mom never makes me cookies anymore. All she ever does is ask if I've found a 'real' job yet, like supervisor at Blockbuster isn't a real job."
"Listen, guys, I have this all worked out. We've got the mud and the picture. All we gotta do is concentrate. I know we can do this," Dennis said wiping his hands on his kaki pants and moved toward the center of the room.
Paul took his place next to Dennis and watched as Ron moved into place also. The three young men formed a circle around a kiddie pool filled with sludgy black mud. "I gotta say the kiddie pool makes it kinda hard to take this serious."
Ron shook his head. "I already told you, Paul, I'm so not dumping gallons of mud on my Mom's basement floor. Do you know how long it would take to clean it up? This way all we'll have to do is carry out the pool."
Dennis smiled broadly. "I'm telling you guys, we're not going to have to worry about it, this is going to work. Now remember, you have to block out any other thoughts. You have to concentrate soley on this guy." Dennis held up an old black and white photo of a man in his late forties.
Each young man sat on the cold concrete floor, legs crossed Indian style. Paul looked at the picture that Dennis handed him. "Who is this guy, Dennis?"
Dennis smiled and answered, "I didn't want to risk it looking like someone who might be alive. I found this picture in a time-life book my Dad has. He was some famous tracker." Dennis sat up straight, hands on his knees and closed his eyes. "Remember concentrate on that face, nothing else. It'll help if you keep you're eyes closed."
All three men, sat eyes closed, the silence in the room broken only by the sound of an old heater cycling on. After only a few moments Ron opened his eyes cautiously, noticing the other two boys still seemed to be concentrating he quickly closed his eyes and tried again.
Ron was finding it hard to concentrate on the face Dennis had shown him. He still felt uneasy about this whole idea, not that he believed it would really work. But what if it did, I mean this could be the answer to all of their prayers. And besides it wasn't like the money was for anything frivolous. They only needed enough to get their game up and running. It's going to work, thought Ron, I mean I think it's going to work. Ron nodded to himself, mind made up. He cleared all thoughts and began concentrating on the image of the man.
Dennis grinned to himself, tonight was the night, the night all of their careful planning came to fruition. It had taken almost a full two months to come up with this plan; he'd spent hours on the internet finding out exactly what they needed to do. It still seemed almost too easy, but what the hell. Maybe everyone was wrong, maybe hard work wasn't the only way to get what you wanted. Concentrating once again on the picture in his mind, Dennis blocked out all other thoughts.
Paul felt his mind wandering and once again tried to picture the face in the photo. God, he thought, I'd kill for another cookie. With a guilty start Paul quickly opened his eyes, glancing at the two other men. Flushing at the sight of the other two meditating, Paul once again shut his eyes and began to concentrate on the image. Paul sighed, how much easier would this be if he had a bra strapped to his head, and he was focusing on a picture of Kelly Lebrock. Yeah, now there was a thought. Finally, Paul wrenched his mind away from images of Kelly in the shower and focused fully on the man in the photo.
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"Okay Dude, what do we got?" asked Dean as he moved toward the table a beer in each hand.
Sam nodded his thanks as he accepted the beer from his brother. Gesturing towards a newspaper in front of him, he said, "I'm not sure. A suburb outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania has had a string of convenience store robberies."
"Robberies, Sam?" Dean said shaking his head. "Doesn't exactly scream supernatural."
Sam nodded. "Yeah I'm thinking it might be. It says here that they've got the guy on video, same guy every time. Now, the weird thing is that the guy's been shot by three different clerks in three different hold ups." Sam picked up his beer; taking a swig he continued to scan the article. "Each time the guy reaches out, picks the clerk up, snaps his neck and walks out with the money."
"Huh," Dean said. "Shot three times, alright I'll qualify that as weird. So let's go little brother, Philly it is. God, I can taste the cheese steaks already," Dean said with a laugh, thumping Sam on the back. "Load up geek boy."
