He tossed and turned on his bed, unable to sleep. No matter what he did the bliss of rest escaped him.
Sighing, he stood up and checked his phone.
"It's almost 1 in the morning, I have work in 6 hours. Hurray" he drawled out. Giving up on resting, he decided to ponder on the last Nightmare he had.
A scene played out in his minds eye, one where a father was walking with his child down the road. Possibly to a local school or store, they chat happily to past the short walk by, cars and trucks passing by them.
Behind the wheels of a delivery truck, a strange symbol appeared on his forehead. Eyes dulling, the man gripped the steering wheels, pressing harder on the gas pedal when he notices the pair of parent and child. A wicked grin stretches on his face, stretching his lips beyond the natural limits of the human body. Blood running down his lips, he moves the speeding truck closer to the pair, applying more force down.
He swerved right and with a loud honk of his horn as a last minute alert, the driver impacts the safety barrier separating the busy freeway with the pedestrian path, taking the child with the railing. The father looks on, horrified and awestruck as he watches his beloved child's face and body become nothing on the unforgiving pavement they were just walking down upon.
The other drivers of the freeway honk, some managed to get hit when the insane truck driver struck the barrier. Bodies flying around, force of the impact they just were in causing most to die upon impacting the front windshield. Police sirens are heard as multiple cars impact one another, scream of anguish and sadness are drowned out by the wailing of sirens.
The father snapped once he saw that the murderer of his son impacted a tree, once he saw the driver slowly exit his truck, the father ran towards the driver. Yanking him to his feet, the father saw red as his fists impacted the killer of his child, not feeling satisfied as the father broke the drivers face, the father slammed the other man into the pavement. The drivers face impacting the floor, the father kept slamming the drivers face into the ground, trying desperately to bring back his child.
As the drivers face turned into paste, the father screamed, "WHY?! WHY DID YOU DO THAT, YOU SON KF A BITCH?! WHY?!" but he received no answer as the drivers head was nothing more than bones and pieces of eyes and brains.
The police finally arrived, far too late as the carnage of a insane man happened. Piles of cars on top of each other, bodies flown outwards. Some onto other cars, others into the floor. They gave a quick sweep of the area, locating any survivors. One of the responding officers noticed a man, smashing a corpse into the ground.
Attempting to gathers the mans attention with caution, two police officers walk slowly to the insane man.
"Sir, our your hands in the air and back away from the corpse"
He insane father kept smashing the corpse, in his bloodlust he did not hear the officers demands.
As the officers tried to get the mans attention, one of the policemen stepped onto a broken shard of glass in an attempt to get to a young woman trapped inside of a car.
The father of the fallen child heard the noise, snapping his head into the direction of the noise, the insane man rushed towards the officer but failed to go further as intense pain was felt all over his body.
The policemen lowered his gun, the insane man was disabled at the moment. More important issues were needed to be finished, such as what exactly happened.
He opened his eyes, unsure of why that nightmare stuck with him. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he stood up. He winced once the soles of his bare feet touched the cold flooring, unsure of why it was draining his energy he sped forward to the bathroom to do his morning rituals. Once the warm touch of water hit his bare skin, he took a moment to plan today's activities.
Going grocery shopping, going to work, coming home from work and eating, taking a short nap as the cold weather made him more tired was always welcoming.
Stepping out of the shower, he dried himself off. Noticing his reflection, he saw how out of shape he was. He frowned, decoding if he should take up boxing or swimming to get back in shape but deciding against it.
It's not as if he didn't want to die, he knew that death was an inevitable part of life. Learned that at a young age, flashes of bright blond hair, cold blues eyes and warm blues eyes appeared in his vision but he shook that off. He winced as his leg began hurting, phantom pains again. Always flared up in this time of year.
His phone went off, startling him. Raising his phone, he saw a message from an unknown number.
"Hello, sorry for the random message but; is this the phone number of Markus from Southern California?" He blinked, that was a weird question to ask. Markus took a moment to ponder if he should humor the person whom sent him a text or ignore it.
"No, this is John. It's a new phone number" he replied.
"Really now? Is that what you call yourself?" Was the reply, Markus frowned. 'That's not nice, fuck them. I do not have time to deal with them'
Tapping onto the strange number, 'area code 917, somewhere in New York I think', he tapped the screen a couple of time, blocking the unknown number. Nodding with a satisfied look, he realized that he did not bring clothes with him.
He gave a sigh of defeat as he made his way to his room, towel covering him. Pieces of his skin started turning blue as it come into the cold winter morning air. He thought nothing of it, until his phone buzzed once more. He frowned as another 917 text message appeared.
"Really Markus? I save your life and this is how you repay me? Typical, I guess that manners was something you were not taught" the message read. He frowned once more, 'who is this person?' he asks himself.
He ignored the message thinking that it's one of his friends playing a prank on him again, typical. They graduate from school and don't have anything better to do than to annoy him.
He pulled out a pair of clean underwear, an undershirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of socks and his favorite shoes to get ready for the day. But his phone buzzing stop him. The same person was now calling him, he debated picking up but decided against it. He put on deodorant and then the rest of his outfit followed suit. His phone was still buzzing, Markus decided to let his voice mail answer that person.
Markus opened his fridges and found some eggs and bacon, with some orange juice available too. Cooking up his breakfast, he saw that the same number was calling. He finished eating his food when he finally picked up.
"Hello, this is John. Who is this?" He asks, his voice young but hinting at old age.
"About time you picked up Markus" says a female voice. 'Female? I don't know any females, I don't trust any females' he grimaced.
"Who is this?" He demands, annoyance seeping into his tone. No response.
"Who is this?" He demands again. No response.
"Ok, asshole. How the fuck did you get my number? Was it Kyle? Was it Wallace? Who gave you this number?!" He angrily yelled. The nerve of this woman, calling him. Only female that has my number is my boss and even she doesn't texts him. Only polite greetings.
"You really forgot huh" the voice says, hurt. Markus frowns, Who was this person?
"I'm sorry," he says, sighing. "I should not have snapped at you. I do not know who you are and you messaging me and calling did not make me a happy person" he explained lamely.
"I know Markus" she says, "you haven't changed since I last spoke with you"
"Who are you? You say you know me, but I don't know you nor anyone from New York" he says. Too early for this shit, day has already gone bad, wonderful he grimaced.
"It's me, Sam." She says.
"Sam who?" He replies, only Sam he knows lives across the States from him and that Sam is asleep at this hour.
"Samus, Samus Aran" says the voice. Markus stops.
'Samus Aran? As in Metroid Samus?' He thinks to him self.
"Samus as in, Power Suit Samus?" He asks doubtfully.
"Yeah, the very same" a voice behind him causes him to drop his phone in shock. Standing before him is Samus Aran, intergalactic bounty hunter. He gun arm pointed at him.
"And you, Markus, are under arrest for illegally harboring Metroid DNA. Come with me peacefully or I'll have to use force" Samus warns as she begins charging a Power Shot.
Markus can only stare at her in shock and awe before what she said hits him.
"Metroid DNA?!" He asks before he knows no more.