Chapter 2
DAVID'S POV, BUT MORE 4TH WALL TALKING.
I guess you've got questions…well, I've got questions to, lots of them and neither of them have an answer. (Sigh) I'll tell you what I know…my name is David.
I have this strange memory of…well, of this person and he…well, he kinda dies, like he was turning into something…but that must've been a dream or some horror movie I just watched…I doubt it's important.
First off, I have no idea how I got here…I'm in Beach City, a place in America. I'm English for Christ sake, I didn't book a flight here or anything, I didn't go on a drunken spending spree and book last minute flights or even bloody boat it, no! I…just don't know how I got here…at first I didn't realise I was in America until I saw signs and people talking in their American accent. Still, one minute I'm in England and then…here…
I was on my way to work, I work nights and it was my shift. I'm a night porter and work for this posh hotel. I'd just finished football practice or soccer to some…and the next minute I know, I'm lying face planted in sand with the waves smacking against me, I could taste that horrible salty water in my mouth, this is what woke me up…
I panicked, I mean how often do you find yourself washed up on a beach in broad daylight when I'm about to do a night shift…at night. I clambered out of the water, completely drenched…my right hand started to hurt, pain like I'd been stabbed in the hand…there was blood trickling out but nothing serious…though…what I saw, I couldn't believe my eyes, it was…some sort of…well, God sake, I dunno…it was strange. (Sighs) It'll be pointless telling you anyway, you wouldn't believe me, let's just say…it was never a part of me but it is now! I looked around to see my surroundings and the only thing in front of me was this cliff side, that seemed to have a statue craved out of it, weird looking thing…at first I thought I was asleep and this was just a crazy dream, I pinched myself and even went to the extent of biting my finger, yeah that hurt…this was real. I'm not one to investigate new surroundings I'm not familiar to so I decided to go in the opposite direction…
After a few minutes and climbing over a wired fence, I found my bag…you have no idea how relieved I was, considering it had most of my belongings, talk about lucky. Bag check first…hell, I could've been mugged for all I know…though it wouldn't explain the "thing" in my hand.
Contents: Spare work clothes, cigarettes (Thank God), lighter, goalie gloves, my Norwich scarf, Norwich Cap, wallet (Untouched) still got my cards, goalie gloves…ah, my glasses. It only occurred to me what my bag was doing all the way out here…I shrugged and found some bushes so I could get changed, I didn't really want anyone seeing me get changed, it's bad enough I'm out here all alone. With the wet clothes I decide to just leave them but man did it feel good to be dry and comfortable. So, the next thing to do was wonder where the hell I was…?
I walked around for a bit and noticed the writing on signs was in English, can't say I'm very good speaking other languages…maybe a bit of French. The place though was buzzing, it was busy…everywhere I looked, where people walking, off to do their thing, getting on with their lives…but this didn't change the fact that I was still…alone. I kept getting funny looks, people pointing at me…I would like to guess that they don't get much tourism, it seems that everybody knows each other…I had to find a place to stay to figure this all out, a hotel would be a good start…it did worry me that they wouldn't accept my credit cards but this shouldn't be a problem, as it's international. I didn't know my way around, why would I? I've never been here before. After walking for a few minutes I came to this donut shop, massive it was. At this point, I couldn't care less what people would think of me…but I needed a place to stay. Oh shit sticks, what about work? Bet I would've got the sack…oh well…
Anyway, I entered this shop and God did I love that roamer, fresh dough, sweet…but I wasn't hungry. I shyly asked these people at the counter.
The short girl was nice but that long eared prick was…well, he was just a dickhead. Then…there was his other kid, red top with a yellow star on his shirt…I don't know why, but…it felt like I knew him, though I couldn't pinpoint to or from what…that didn't matter, I got the info I wanted…a local hotel. I couldn't give a shit how much it would cost me, I…just needed somewhere to…think and work this out. Nice of that girl to offer me a doughnut though, any other time I'd have accepted…but I just wasn't hungry. Don't think they noticed my hand either…I did try to hide it. Ha, bet I looked shifty…
Soon, I reached the hotel…. but before that, some twat with…what I could only describe as horrible yellowy dreadlocks that looked like fries…uh actually, that makes sense considering he came running out of a chip shop…sorry, a fries' place, fast food. Beach City Walk Fries, I think…well, this silly sod was filming me on his mobile phone, shouting: "Oh my God, oh my God. You're here, it's actually YOU". I had no idea what he was on about…and though he seemed to have information that could be useful, I wasn't in the mood to talk to an eccentric weirdo…I just carried on walking! "SOON, THE FLAWLESS GODS WILL CLENSE US!" I heard that clearly…what a strange, strange man…Flawless Gods? The hell was he talking about…? Again, I guess I could ask him what he meant but…he was a little weird for me, best not get involved.
So, yeah, I arrived at the hotel, pretty decent price and yes, my card worked…happy days. The room is…actually better than the ones we provide at my work place: TV hinge on the wall, on sweet bathroom and shower, double comfy bed…white décor…I wasn't sure how many nights I need so for now, I've opted for 6 nights…a week to sort this out.
Been here in this room for…about an hour, I'm guessing…the right hand is starting to tingle for some reason…
…wait a minute, my hand…it's hurting. Ah, no…really, it's really…starting to…-
DAVID:Ow! Ah, shit! Fuck, this hurts! What's going on?!
Just then there was a knock at the door. David heard this, holding onto his right hand, squeezing it as if to ease the pain, this didn't work…and then it started to glow, if a little dimly. The knocking carried on.
DAVID: Go away!
VOICE: Uh…sorry, I'm the kid at the donut shop…
What the…? Why's he here?
DAVID: Just…GO!
VOICE: Are you okay?
The door knob started to rattle. David cursed some more... he then pulled out his goalkeeping gloves and quickly put them on. Strangely enough, the pain started to die down…this way David could get his thoughts together. He took a deep breath and unlocked the door, opening it in frustration. David looked down to see the boy with a yellow star on his red shirt.
DAVID: Yes?
STEVEN: Are…are you alright.
DAVID: I'm fine. Can't say it's odd that you've come to check on me.
STEVEN: I'm sorry…
DAVID: (Sigh) It's…fine, I guess. I just…look, I wanna be on my own. Go home, kid.
David was about to close the door but Steven stopped him, making his foot as a wedge. David found this annoying and was about to say something but before Steven spoke first.
STEVEN: Wait! I need to…uh…I need to know something…?
DAVID: Yes, I'm from out of town. Yes, I don't know anybody here. Yes, I'm…some stranger that you people can't seem to grasp as if I'm…some sort of alien.
STEVEN: No…um. No, I was just wondering…uh…
DAVID:Ugh, come on, kid, I'm not exactly feeling myself lately and-
STEVEN:Why were you in my dreams?
DAVID: I…w-what…?
STEVEN: You! You were in my dreams, my nightmares.
DAVID: (Chuckles) Jesus, this town is nuts! First the chip haired guy and now you…
STEVEN: You were! I swear!
DAVID: Just go home!
STEVEN: No, wait…who's Luke?
DAVID: What…what did you say…?
STEVEN: Luke. He…was in my dream as well…but he…(Shakes his head, not wanting to say anymore) Who was he to you…?
DAVID: My God…Luke…?
Just then, a quick vivid memory appeared:
LUKE : AHHHHH IT HURTS! IT FUCKING HURTS!
DAVID: Luke, stay calm! It'll be alright!
1983 falls to his knees, holding his stomach, eventually the pain rushes through his body but mostly aims in his head.
LUKE : IT'S…IT'S TEARING ME APART!
DAVID: LUKE? HANG IN THERE!
Just then. 1983's eyes started to pop out, blood rushes through the eye sockets, and then pouring out of his nose…his face soon covered in blood, as he starts to gurgle, no longer recognizable sounds to 1984…as something was pushing 1983's eyes, a shard, a gem shard ripping the eye into mush…and then his cheeks started to rip…and then a shard was ripping through is stomach, the stomach acid flowing with the river of blood.
End of memory.
DAVID: (Starts to shake) Fuck me…t-that was…real…?
STEVEN: So…this…actually happened? Who was he…?
DAVID: Luke…he was a work college. He was my best friend…
