Deliverance…
A dark night…
A dark night only remembered by the earth…
Only known by the earth…
A story is told…
Crap, the phone is ringing…
*RING!!!* *RING!!!*
A young man lying in his bed, he pulls a cover over his head, trying to forget the phone exists.
*RING!!!* *RING!!!*
The young man rolled over, not caring, but getting just a little annoyed…
*RING!!!* *RING!!!*
The young man leaped out of bed and swung at the phone with his fist, in the dark room he couldn't see well and missed the phone, smashing his nightstand into splinters, realizing he missed he quelled his anger and picked up the receiver.
"Its-", he looked at the digital clock that once rested on the nightstand, though now it was on the floor, he looked and saw the time, '2:46', "-two forty six in the morning! What do you want?!" The young man said in rage. His name is Damien, and the events that followed that one phone call would send him on an epic journey.
"Well SORRY!!! I just wanted to call my son and say I'm coming home early! But NO!!! You have to be an ASS again! Oh well! I love you and hope you piss the bed, LOVE DAD!!!" The other end of the line went dead with a slam at the other end of the receiver, Damien sat down wondering if his mom or his little sister would wake, but they were used to it. Let's just say this family is a plutonium bomb that often misfires.
*RING!!!* *RING!!!*
Damien picked up the receiver.
"Hey dad? Lis-" He was suddenly cut off by a low, harsh voice.
"I'm not your dad dumb-fuck! If you're the one going to save all our asses, where screwed!" SLAM! The receiver went dead, Damien wandered back to bed wondering what the hell had just happened…
The next morning was not better, Damien woke up wondering if the conversations he had last night were a dream, until he looked at his splintered and broken nightstand. It was split down the middle, and nothing on the nightstand itself was broken or even thrown off the nightstand, the only thing that was supposed to be on it was the digital clock on the floor. Damien cleaned of the stuff and threw the broken nightstand with all the other broken furniture, and all the broken phones, all stacked in the corner of his skull infested room. Just then he heard a sound, and relized his digital alarm clock was playing the radio, he woke early, something he never does. It was blasting the Eagleland national anthem, the fanfare sounded different, must be a live band. Damien turned off the radio and began to get dressed as he walked down the hallway of his home; it was a nice place snug in the forests of Pennsylvania. He was walking down the hallway to the bathroom, as he approached the door, he heard another song being played, but it wasn't his radio. Damien put his ear to the door and listened… It was his brother, Tim… He was singing… Singing Hannah Montana… And the door was locked! Anger seared through Damien as he tried to control his anger and not punch the door down.
"Tim! Get out of there and be gay somewhere else!" Damien said as he pounded at the door, though lightly, he didn't want to pay for a new door.
"Nah… How's my singing dumbass?" Said Tim. Damien could just see his face, sneering at him, holding a hairbrush to his face like a microphone, Damien thought he was just thinking that image, but he was actually seeing it, looking with his mind. Well, Damien was pissed, his face turned a pale purple as he was too angry to breath, he knew his day was ruined, just from the way things where started out, so, he made another entrance, he punched a hole in the door. Tim was freaking out and trying to find something, anything, to stuff the door shut, even though he knew it was useless… his brother played chicken with a car, and won. Tim turned his attention behind him in the small bathroom; he saw a small window and headed towards it, just as Damien got the door opened.
"I wouldn't try that!" Yelled Damien as he sneered and waited for Tim's hope to fade. Tim tried to get the window open, only to find he couldn't open it, so like anyone in that situation, he PANICED!!!
"WHAT DID YOU DO!!!" yelled Tim as he clamored for anything that would prevent certain doom.
"Moi? I just GLUED THE FUCKING WINDOWS SHUT! NOW PREPARE TO DIE!!!" Yelled Damien before letting out an evil chuckle.