What lye's in the darkness
Prologue
He walked along the dark and deserted road; the cold wind and rain beating at his back like a relentless jackhammer. The dark figure had been walking for what seemed to him an eternity. He saw the days and nights come and go like all the months and years of his life had come and gone. Like the cold winter wind that now beet at his back threatening to suck the warmth from his very body.
It was December he knew that much drawing near to the new millennium. The true millennium 2001 and that was the reason he was on this long trek around the world. He could still here every one screaming that the world was going to end last New Year. Y2k, Y2k they were all screaming hoarding food and water, like so many wild animals hoarding for the coming winter. How silly they must have felt when the lights didn't go off, and they found themselves safe and warm in their homes with all the things that make there lives so much easier. The man stopped and turned around to see a pair of headlights getting closer to him. He had been walking for a very long time and although hitchhiking is not something that he would normally do he was tired, cold and wet and could use a little rest.
As the car drew closer and closer he could see that is was an old blue van not the best looking vehicle but it would do so stuck his hand out and put up his thumb. The van stopped just a few yards from where he was standing he slowly walked over and the driver rolled the passenger side window down just enough to talk to him.
"Where you headed?" the driver asked.
The man looked at the young man and considered him for a second before responding to the query "sunnydale you know where that is?"
"Yeah that's where I was born and raised I'm heading there now, hop in I could use the company."
So the man opened the door and climbed into the van and they headed down the road for their mutual destination. The driver of the van was a young man with spiked blond hair and a goatee and mustache he wasn't short but not tall either and was of stocky build. They had been riding for about thirty minuets before ether of them said any thing and the young man looked at his new passenger.
"Mind if I ask you your name dude?" the driver said.
And the man looked at the young man and said " Would it really matter if I did or not."
"Not really, so what's your name stranger?" he asked do a very poor John Wayne impression.
"Why do you want to know my name you plan on being my best friend or something like that?" the man said doing an even worse Al Pachino impression.
"Well it's like this man, having grew up in sunnydale, and seeing as that's where we are both headed it isn't a bad idea to have a friend or two on your side. I have some very cool friends in that little town so let me ask you again. What's your name?" the driver said looking at the man beside him with a smile on his face.
"Ok, ok my name is Methos you happy now?"
"Yeah I am I like to know the names of the strangers I pick up on the side of long deserted roads in the middle of the night in the cold and rain well my friends call me Oz it's a pleasure to meet you Methos."
And the young man stuck out his hand and Methos returned the gesture by shaking Oz's hand.
"So tell me about sunnydale Oz why did you say it's a good idea to have friends there.
Prologue
He walked along the dark and deserted road; the cold wind and rain beating at his back like a relentless jackhammer. The dark figure had been walking for what seemed to him an eternity. He saw the days and nights come and go like all the months and years of his life had come and gone. Like the cold winter wind that now beet at his back threatening to suck the warmth from his very body.
It was December he knew that much drawing near to the new millennium. The true millennium 2001 and that was the reason he was on this long trek around the world. He could still here every one screaming that the world was going to end last New Year. Y2k, Y2k they were all screaming hoarding food and water, like so many wild animals hoarding for the coming winter. How silly they must have felt when the lights didn't go off, and they found themselves safe and warm in their homes with all the things that make there lives so much easier. The man stopped and turned around to see a pair of headlights getting closer to him. He had been walking for a very long time and although hitchhiking is not something that he would normally do he was tired, cold and wet and could use a little rest.
As the car drew closer and closer he could see that is was an old blue van not the best looking vehicle but it would do so stuck his hand out and put up his thumb. The van stopped just a few yards from where he was standing he slowly walked over and the driver rolled the passenger side window down just enough to talk to him.
"Where you headed?" the driver asked.
The man looked at the young man and considered him for a second before responding to the query "sunnydale you know where that is?"
"Yeah that's where I was born and raised I'm heading there now, hop in I could use the company."
So the man opened the door and climbed into the van and they headed down the road for their mutual destination. The driver of the van was a young man with spiked blond hair and a goatee and mustache he wasn't short but not tall either and was of stocky build. They had been riding for about thirty minuets before ether of them said any thing and the young man looked at his new passenger.
"Mind if I ask you your name dude?" the driver said.
And the man looked at the young man and said " Would it really matter if I did or not."
"Not really, so what's your name stranger?" he asked do a very poor John Wayne impression.
"Why do you want to know my name you plan on being my best friend or something like that?" the man said doing an even worse Al Pachino impression.
"Well it's like this man, having grew up in sunnydale, and seeing as that's where we are both headed it isn't a bad idea to have a friend or two on your side. I have some very cool friends in that little town so let me ask you again. What's your name?" the driver said looking at the man beside him with a smile on his face.
"Ok, ok my name is Methos you happy now?"
"Yeah I am I like to know the names of the strangers I pick up on the side of long deserted roads in the middle of the night in the cold and rain well my friends call me Oz it's a pleasure to meet you Methos."
And the young man stuck out his hand and Methos returned the gesture by shaking Oz's hand.
"So tell me about sunnydale Oz why did you say it's a good idea to have friends there.