Chapter Ten
LONG NIGHT TO A BIG BANG
David:
As I return home when I dropped off Karen at her father's apartment close to downtown, I sat on a couch in a living room when the show "American Graffiti" is on. The program on the television must have repeated the movie earlier before I return with my half-brother Greg. When I was with Karen and Greg at the Cannery Square we were having fun celebrating Bobby's birthday, I've ignored my best friend at once when Sonny comes and greeted my friends and including Bobby. I wouldn't talk to him. but only one at a time, once before I left with Karen to head the coast where we did visual Alcatraz far enough. I did told Sonny to be careful not to drink himself during driving at the race. My eyes is about to close as I begin to feel exhaust while I carry the TV's remote on my left hand. Both of my hands goes to sleep and I could not resist my muscles. Once in my right eye tries to rise in but my left eye has finally shuts down, I went… unconscious. Before Greg and I got here, the time was 10:00 o'clock in the evening as that time went twenty minutes ago when I begin to sleep, in a pitch black where I am in serene.
Just then, a nightmare has carried me through the surrounding darkness of gothic whisper breeze. I'm in a strange road, a darkest road, a cold gentle wind around me that whispers in my ears, the trees springs their life living leaves. Somewhere near my family's street I have been here for ages, there is a creature in front of me on a tearful road with green fog surroundings that sounds like a snake's hiss all over him including below the street… the creature who I confronted him in Alcatraz long time ago, especially my haunting memories he always come to murder me one day. The enormous Cat Demon wearing a blue robe has come to my nightmare again, and he will manifest my vision as a detrimental within a mystery…
Red opens his mouth in which he is breathing, gently. I glance his sharpness fangs that is sharper than a chef knife. Then gazing all over Cat Demon's body like his furs are the same softness than any cats. His body concerns moving while he approaches me at exactly seven yards away, moving forward he is. His robe glides slightly from a coldest wind approaches him and his own cloth he wears. My heart went rising the beat as he comes closer; I didn't move when I seek his green clouds all over him below his legs. These green clouds spreads out in all over the darkest road and that includes my feet below me. I reckon myself that this nightmare are possibly real to me instead, my body refuses to tremble in which I must be brave I am when I face Red without Charlie's help. The cloud glows green lighter, and lighter it shines, whatever Red is performing something, I'm ready to assail that nine lives wickedness if he attacks me. I want for him to start going guilt for what he had made a terrible mistake that he dragged all the dogs from Heaven to Alcatraz. I do not see him how miserable he is, but how strong this Cat comes with no sorrow.
I go a war face instead of yelling at him, showing a mean face as I distrust Red. After I look at him when he stops at ten feet away from me, Red's yellow eyes begin to glow, coming from behind me. I turn and there is an inferno, blazing all over Alcatraz, blazing San Francisco, and there is a gigantic monster who is the one blazing everything, the Hellhound. Charlie once told me that he had a nightmare before when his boss refuse to return back Heaven and he actually saw one of them in Hell while Charlie was there, his dream seems a nightmare for only him. He told me that his dream will never happen to him again at some point, but I think, he's no longer the only one who saw the Hellhound.
I start going shock and insane shortly when I see my hometown burning into ashes with a blazing fire, heating everywhere as I begin to feel warmer all over. No more cold whisper winds, only a devastate wind across the demolish town. I turn my face slowly, facing Red as he is staring at me. This one might destroy San Francisco because he desires for the Horn what he wants to play with a result of revenge. But I do not see the Horn around here, not even what he carries on his gigantic paws around him. There is a reflection water below me as the green smoke vanishes below my feet and in front of me on the dark road. I step on it, but no other liquid flows there. I discover something odd that I saw, a mirror. I look at a man's face who is look like… David. A mirror went cracking, tearing the glass and begins to spin like a whirlpool. At first, I recognize a face of an enemy of my enemy's face in the inner circle. A face in there, is… a Cat Demon. I look up to Red and his words are commanding me. Run, the Cat Demon addresses to me in sternly while behind me goes brighter. When I turn back, a firestorm blazes and the Hellhound steps in closely. My heart goes terrifying as I'm begin to jump out of the darkness street. Why are you telling me to run, Red, I ask in my head. I can feel the heat in front of me as the Hellhound's body goes into glowing glaze like a fire storm, even though the heat comes from this monstrous creature. As for then I'm about to get cook by the creature, something snatch my arm harder, as I can notice the paw is Red's. His repeated word goes louder as he wants for me to run, but at suddenly, I hear a door that knocks four times.
I literally wake as someone is on the door who knocked the door four times. I look at the watch that says 11:59, a muffling voice comes from the entrance door.
"David," the muffling voice said.
"Who's there," I demand as I help myself raise up and heading to the front door.
"It's Sonny," I hear the voice, "open up." I get frustrated when I close my eyes, but then I notice my best friend on a front door after I open it, wearing a nice black shirt and blue jeans, including his new shoes he bought earlier. I look over Sonny like he look terrible. I'm about to say something in shock, but he doesn't want me to ask what happened to his face. His right cheek must have go dark as been slapped.
"Don't ask," Sonny said serious, "I'm gonna explain what happened to me before this. I need to talk to you, now." I look both ways as I am checking on the road, in case there is trouble like Red stands on the darkest road on my dream. "Don't worry, I'm alone."
"Sure," I said, in nervous, "come in." I look at the road behind Sonny as I allow my best friend to enter my parents' house.
"Is something wrong," Sonny demand while he is enter.
"No," I said to him as I shake my head, "I just saw something awful while I was napping. It was only a dream."
"Uh huh," he nods, "Hey, I need you a favor. Can you give me a whisky for me, brother?"
"Sonny, I-" I could imagine what Sonny refuse me to say something not a good idea for him."
"Please," I see his face, terribly like poor, "I need a triple on a whisky. You'll need me to hear this one importantly." I can see what Sonny has something to tell me seriously, not sure what was going on during Karen and I were at the coast but Sonny went racing with the others early.
"Ok," I said while Sonny pat my shoulder with a tap gently and he leads himself to the living room, as I get to the kitchen where I can open the refrigerator to grab Jack Daniels whisky on the left corner next to the door. I grab two small glass cups instead one, whenever Sonny turns on the Television at the living room, changing channels as he will put on. After I pour in whisky on two cups on there before I head to the living room as I did put two cups on the kitchen table, I hear a reporter on TV. As I sit in front of Sonny, I look at the TV that continues broadcasting the reporter, showing a deadly car crash. This reporter is saying much details as she says there was a massive fender bender after the police and the SWAT teams of SFPD, gunned the racer down.
"What happened," I ask to Sonny when he looks at the television, "Is there anything you would like to talk to me, Sonny?" Just then, he continues busy watching the TV when a reporter talks about the tragic on the street. The car that flipped over and on fire, I literally look closely as I can see a familiar Pontiac super sport car there where it became wrecked in the middle of the street. When a reporter said that a vehicle owners name on the list by the police, is name one of Sonny's colleague friend, Carl Martinez. "Oh my… God," I depress when covering my head after I got shock gently. I shook, and then look at my best friend's face. I remember this young man who always be part of good friends since the beginning of a freshmen year in college.
"After I left to Cannery Square," Sonny begins to relief, "I… raced against three opponents including Carl where we began to find a finish line at Chinatown."
"What were the two racers you raced with," I ask when he drink a whisky.
"The Englishman on a green Nova," he said, "and Ronny on a red Roadrunner." I choke and cough after I drank whiskey and Sonny said one of my senior friend. I went back neutral and stay focus about the tragedy.
"Ronny," I said, shockingly, "was he there with you?"
"He came back from Vietnam, David," he tells me, " I saw his face before all four of us were about to begin racing. I didn't even saw that coming."
"I saw Ronny earlier," I said to him. "Whenever we were at the Twin Peaks, he was there, saw me and Karen and then drove off." Sonny drinks whisky as I did explain to him about my senior friend I spotted him earlier.
"He didn't say hi to you," he demands.
"No," I shake my head. "He didn't stop by to us, eventually. I wondered how he was doing after 'Nam." Sonny huff whenever the reporter continues talking on the news. "Anyways, before the race ended, what happened back there."
"There was a finish line right ahead of us about four blocks," he explains, "I was in a lead while Carl is right behind me as my crew. Two other racers like Englishman and Ronny was right behind us, catching up before they both will win." I drink slowly as I'm not suppose to get drunk. "As we almost accomplish, there was some man on the side of the street, threw something unexpected in the middle of the road as I slow my Chevelle down. When Carl is in a lead I gave him a chance, I discover what this guy who threw an item on the road, is like a line of a spikes. I did stop my ride and Carl's car blown up the tires, and literary crashed badly. All three of us stopped, and notice who thrown the spike strips on the road. There's a cop at the sidewalk, brought out his fully armed pistol. I got out of the car and ran towards my friend's Pontiac that was crash and… Carl was unconscious when I tried to pull him out of there. A SWAT truck were there behind us, both Englishman and Ronny bailed me out after all the cops were there. When the SWAT team comes out of the truck, some pigs were shooting at me when I tried to pull Carl out. I got back to my car and drove out as fast as possible before they'll shoot me down."
"Why the hell those cops trying to shoot you," I ask, exclaiming gently.
"Hey," he bark gently, "I'm not armed while I was there at the scene. They must have think that I'm gonna pull my gun out and shoot them back. I never have a gun, ese. In my whole life I do not. But somehow, I look back as I left Carl behind since the cops were shooting at me. When I saw Carl there for the last time…"
"What," I demand to Sonny when he pause himself at once. I patience and release the next words what he said in dark.
"The cop who thrown the spikes out," he said, "he murdered Carl by his own weapon."
"He'd shot him," I went terribly, as I can see Sonny's face went nodding, I feel depress inside of me. "Jesus."
"I want justice, brother." he gets anger quietly, "I'm really gonna shred him into pieces if I see him again for what he did to our colleague."
"You don't wanna do this, Sonny," I defend him, "I am strongly agree that I want justice like you said."
"Someone out there set things up with a big mistake," he said in furious. "Who will be responsible for killing our good friend and trying to shoot me for no reason?"
"I don't know, brother," I shrug, "If somebody wanted to murder our friend like that, then he's gone too far for that."
"Yeah," he agrees, nodding. "I want that bastard dead, like a lot." Just then, a police commissioner is on TV, giving every evidence of what this old man is saying about the deadly tragedy, and the officer who shot our colleague, including the SWAT teams who were all there supported the officer. Officer Newton shot an innocent driver, while the rest were proceeding a support with no orders from any lieutenants or a commissioner. The lieutenants and I have not release any officers on the track to snatch the suspects… and so on. This commissioner is not the one who set Sonny and the others up. I believe what he identify this officer Newton may the one who got himself completely insane as a murderer.
"I bet this guy is the responsible for sending them all who killed my buddy," he guess. This commissioner is not the man who is responsible for that tragedy. My uncle confronted the commissioner for few years, and Paul told me that man is quite pain in the butt, partially a smart and wise as a great man. Sonny proof is wrong.
"I don't even think that this guy is a mysterious criminal, Sonny," I correct him, "the commissioner is suppose to be a pain in the ass, but partially a wise man just like uncle Paul told me about."
"Well," he thinks before he looks at me, "what your said a word like a 'mysterious', then your uncle will have to find out the truth if you'll talk to him when Paul comes back to you at anytime."
"If Newton is guilty," I said, "then you don't have to worry about that."
"What if this lunatic is not guilty, David," he ask me, worriedly. "He'll call some lawyer and then he or she will defend Newton in a court. And then, not guilty."
"I don't know, Sonny," I shrug at once again. shaking my head, "Look man, we should call our friends and we'll do whatever we can to track this guy down who murdered our buddy. This will take some time when either us or our friends will spot him from anywhere except the headquarters, we'll step him down, and get more questions to ask about this tragedy."
"Maybe," he said, drinking whisky on his cup, "both of us can do this on our own instead of calling our friends." Whenever I see Sonny drinking wine on the cup, he'll probably will get himself drunk and that cause is for only him because he offered for me to grab some whisky. This whisky is too strong for both of us, but I can drink a little instead of drinking it all. In what matters is that any stronger drinks like Moonshine, then we will not drink those things. I cannot let my best friend get drunk, because he will get someone else hurt if he drives his Chevelle outside. I look over his dark chin as I can tell he was been slapped.
"Before you get yourself drunk, Sonny," I tell him while he is about to drink whisky, "what happened to your face." His eyes are went downfall, putting the cup away from him as Sonny placed the whisky on the table ahead of me. He shakes his head, remembering what he can that he goes depressing. I'm afraid that his family went a terrible way that they must have hurt him for some reason. Sonny sighs.
"I went back to my house after I lost the pigs back there," Sonny begins explaining. "There was a disturbing fact that I've heard an argument closer as I imagined at the front door. My parents didn't know I was there before I left." I pay close attention as he is telling the truth. "I went to the back door when I was going sneak in quietly, with no noise as I was did my best. Mom was depressed towards dad, talked about a friendship relationship between you and me, leaving San Francisco with them tomorrow, and heading back to Texas and should never see you again forever."
"That's not happening," I surprise gently.
"I'm serious, David," he says, "they do not want to stay there anymore. They would want to justify me to stay away from you and even that my mom called your stepmom to know who was driving on that Mustang of yours earlier. I already heard that news, and then it gets all twisted and not telling me what's going on to my parents' problems."
"Ok," I get my both hands out and do calm himself down," let's take it easy. I need for you to calm yourself down. Dad, Claire, and Greg is upstairs on their rooms, trying to get some sleep."
"I'm sorry, " he apologize, "the way that my parents were got argued, got me sickened and pissed that they were planned themselves to leave and never come back to San Francisco for the only reason is that you are trying to poised me from the beginning and through the end gets venomous."
"I did not poisoned you, Sonny," I tell him as I put my cup on the front of the desk.
"And I know that, bro," he said fiercely, "after all this like racing with you, is my mistake, not yours. My parents always think that this was you who started the race. But no."
"Sonny-" he cuts his name off when I tried to help him.
"Everything else is my fault," Sonny said, "don't try to convince me that it's not my fault. I wanted to talk to my parents, but the last words I heard from my mom, David."
"What did she say," I ask to Sonny. But then, his eyes went downward, his mouth gets close as he will not tell me what did his mom said to his father. When he pause like around five seconds, Sonny sometimes go often. "What did she say," I ask repeatedly.
"She doesn't like you anymore, David," he explain finally. I stare at him for a shorter time, and I get depress as I put my both hands on my face.
"Jesus… Christ," I said, depressing gently.
"I knew it," Sonny said, "there is something inside of her that she may got mad all the time that she sees you, doing anything else reckless to poison me. You know what I think, brother." I remove my face gently as I face towards him, "It's a friendship problem to her. But to me… is definitely not like that at all. I've gone mad and then I head to my parents in a living room, telling her that it's on her. Why didn't she tell me, then mom wanted for me to go pack my clothes and go to sleep, we are living tomorrow… I refused.
"Then mom says, 'Oh don't worry. I will make sure you both will never be seen again,' and I said to her, 'Hell no, you are not gonna take me back to Texas, mom. After all this time, you hate my best friend and you even gonna tell David and his parents that we are leaving tomorrow? I thought you like him,' and then mom said worst fully, 'Get your butt upstairs, and go to bed. We are leaving tomorrow. Your dad and I will not confront your friend's parents and all you have to say to them is say goodbye when we are aboard the plane.'"
"This is outrageous," I get upset and shaking my head.
"'No I will not say goodbye to them,' I said," Sonny explains and gets remember what happened. "'I'm gonna stay here and San Francisco is where I'm gonna live with David and my best friends out there,' and mom says fiercely, 'No, you are coming with us and I am not gonna say this to you again. Now get your butt up there and go to bed," my mom goes yelling towards me, I start to get angry and my dad says, 'I'm sorry, son. Your mom and I decided to leave town and head back, Sonny. I couldn't tell you this, your mom doesn't like your friend and I tried to tell her something to make things right, but your mother refused that,' I would not want to tell you this one, David. We were all got ourselves argued, I can't let you hear this. But now you heard."
"And your mom did this to you before you left," I point to my chin as Sonny can know where his face got slapped.
"Yeah," he nods, upsetting, "before I left, my mom asked me that if either I come with them to head Texas, or I will go to jail. Sorry, David. She can call the police and she will take me to jail however she likes for me to go rot inside. I hate her, man. She's no longer my mom. ese. I have nowhere else to go, David. And that's why I am here to tell you everything I must and I should never come back to my parents anymore. Doesn't matter anymore. I'm already ran away from home, just like you since you did."
I can see what did happened to him back there, in between me and my best friend are concern ran away from home. We are look the same as we are, but different times that I did heard about Claire and dad told me that they're having a baby, I got upset and then left long time ago. And to Sonny that his mom and dad wanted to leave San Francisco is because his mom doesn't like me anymore, Sonny got upset and he demand to know why would she hate me is because of a friendship problems, and then left just a few minutes ago, depending on my napping time. Now I understand what happened to his face and before that happened during the race and including our colleague friend who was murdered by Newton. Sonny's face gets sad, I would need for him to stay here for a little longer. I have a plan for him.
"Hey," I said, "would you like to stay here with me and my family, Sonny?" His face raise up, and probably sure can have a strong agree. "What I mean is that, stick around here for few weeks and my family and I will take care of your family's problems. Greg will stay here with you in case you don't wanna go alone by yourself."
"I don't know, man," he shrug, "I wouldn't think that my parents can stay here with you for few weeks. Think that they'll call the cops-"
"Don't worry about that," I tell him, calming him down, "I can let Paul join with us at your parents house."
"Why you doing this," Sonny demands stronger.
"To let you stay here," I explain, "between you and your mom will need some more space. For just need some more time, as both of your time to calm your head down."
"My mom's a red angered face," Sonny detailed his mother, "and what do you purpose, David."
"As my family and I can confront to your parents at their house," I said, "Paul will cut off the lines from the phone, and mom and dad will have a talk to your parents about friendship problems. Parent to parent."
"How would your parents will communicate to my parents," Sonny ask.
"My mom and dad will convince your parents that I am not a bad person who can venomize you. Making sure that I am not the one who started the race, and even your mother must rethink about me as a good person. To know what both of us are very close, like a family, like a brother."
"Something more obvious between both of our parents are a family," he guess correctly.
"Looks like that," I said."
"And our fighting weeks for every Fridays I did a nut checks and keeps reminding me you screamed like a peacock," he said. Both of us went laughing gently as we don't want to wake Greg and my parents up. Man, Sonny and I do go the fighting place where we can train ourselves with our good friends including Bobby in every Fridays. No matter how we heal ourselves, in every six weeks Sonny and I will challenge ourselves for always. In a different weeks, our friends challenge their good friends in each list that they can fight with instead of random. I always fight with Sonny in each six weeks for only Fridays. We literally do a freestyle for only both of us and he got me with a nut check and I punched him back, harder enough as both of us go laughing all the time. Imagine how pain that is when you get nut check by someone else you love like friends do a bad move. Always cover yourself when you do not want that happen to hit you harder for some reason.
"Yeah," I nod, chuckling, "I remember that." Just then, Claire spots us behind as I can see we got caught in the middle of the night, chatting too much, and also a whisky cups on a table here. She currently wears her maxi nightgown with roses and thorns, with no flip flops on her barefeet. She loves to wear those for sleep, and even gets herself ready for anytime for partying, dining, and so on, except the job and a resume stuff to confront the employers who will call from any bosses from jobs to invite you in for any activities with careers you want to do for your life.
"Is everything okay, down here," Claire ask to both of us, not very mad, too gentle.
"Yeah," I said, "Sonny and I were just talking too much while we drank too much." She looks at Jack Daniels whisky on the kitchen table, and realize what the bottle is not empty yet, around a first quarter.
"You boys haven't drunk yet," she said correctly, "and you must not to drink that too much."
"Aye," Sonny grins, nodding, and smiling "we'll make sure your son and I will not drink plenty. I promise." Claire wink her right eye as she trust my best friend.
"You are a good man as I can trust you," she said happily, "can we talk, David."
"Sure," I nod, rising up from the couch as I come forth to my stepmom, heading towards the kitchen where we can talk. Sonny grabs the remote next to him as he change the channel from TV as he puts on any good movies like "American Graffiti".
"You went down here and heard both of us," I ask nicely.
"No," she shake her head, nicely, "I overheard what was going on to both of you actually."
"What did you hear," I ask.
"About everything you said to him, like Sonny's parents, and the tragedy. I'm sorry about your friend." Claire must have come down here on the stairs where she overheard me and Sonny while we were having conversation.
"Thanks, mom," I said.
"I hope your friend Carl was a good man," she said gently, pat her hand to my shoulder, "he's in a better place, son."
"I know," I said respectful.
"We'll figure something out for your best friend," she says, "I know you want to come with us to handle his mom's problem. We don't have to bring Paul in case she gets something trouble. Just between me and her."
"Ok," I nod, "I need a big favor, don't get mad."
"I won't," she smiles.
"Can you let my best friend to stay here with us for a while," I ask nicely. "You know, just for couple of weeks."
"Yeah, sure," she agree, "anything you need, son." At suddenly, someone on the front door knocks in loudly, five times. All of us heard the door unexpectedly, but I'm thinking that my best friend was alone, but Sonny must have being followed.
"This is sheriff," I recognize the voice, Richard's voice. "Open up."
"Sheriff," I guess.
"Devin and I are outside," Richard said muffling. "David, is that you in there?"
"Yeah, I'll be right there," I said. "Sonny, have you been followed?"
"No," he shake his head, "Why what happened?"
"The sheriffs followed you," I said straight, "I thought you said you were all alone."
"I did," Sonny said, then he gets twisted, "but I didn't know."
"Relax," I calm him down, "let me take care of this." As I get to the door, unlocking and opening the door slowly as I can see Richard and Devin in front of me, still wearing their coats on, including the armed weapons next to their pockets on the belts.
"Good evening, guys," I greet them both nicely, "What can I do for you, sheriffs?"
"Mr. Preston," Richard said, "have you even thought that your friend's car just outside parked?" I inspect Sonny's Chevelle outside behind the sheriffs where their light brown Dodge Monaco car parked behind my best friend's.
"Of course," I nod. "You looking for Sonny, fellas?"
"Yes," Richard said, "Is he in there with you?"
"Yeah," I said, trying not to start bark, "Sonny's in here with me. Why?"
"His family went worry, David," Devin said. "They said that their son did ran away from home and they called us in so Richard and I will find Sonny's car."
"You are going to arrest him, are you," I ask strongly. They both look at themselves, and then stares back to me.
"No," Richard shakes his head, "we wouldn't arrest him if he did something badly for it. May I come in? I need to see your friend."
"Yeah," I nod, "come in, sheriffs."
"Thank you," he said. Both of them come in and then they look at my best friend's face when I see the street that gets lighten up to a dark brown and I close the door.
"You guys need a drink," I ask the sheriffs, "I have Jack Daniels here."
"Are you ok, Sonny," Richard approaches Sonny slowly. Devin comes to me and then he would like to appreciate the drink when both of us are in a kitchen, Claire is with Richard and Sonny to talk about what's going on.
"I appreciate to the whisky, Mr. Preston," Devin said, "but thanks. I must need to not drink too much."
"Alright," I nod to him. Sonny tells Richard about his face that was been slapped by his parents, and Richard continually questions to Sonny about him ran away from home.
"Is there anything you would tell me what happened to your friend's face, David," Devin demands. The sheriffs can work together as a group, but they will share proofs from any both of us if they can to write down any informations if they can.
"Yeah," I said, "Sonny needed to talk to me about the tragic accident where he raced with the racers and including his colleague, and returned home as he heard a conversation from his parents, arguing is what Sonny told me few minutes ago."
"Richard and I heard that on the radio," Devin said, "the cops got the suspect who murdered the racer on the Pontiac. Sonny was there before he left the tragic?"
"Yes sir," I nod, "the racer on the Pontiac was our good friend."
"I'm sorry to hear that, David," he apologize.
"Thank you, sheriff," I thank him, "this feels so hard for Sonny because him and Carl were closed enough at college."
"I understand that," he nods. "When Sonny returned home and heard a conversation from his parents, what happened to him?"
"Well, sheriff," I begin, "it gets complicated that Sonny goes to his parents and before that happened, his mother wouldn't want for me to stay close like stay away, you know."
"I'm listening," he said, paying attention.
"As I heard Sonny told me that he heard about his mom disliked me, then he faced them both as-" As I stop there for a moment, a trembling sound is coming from nowhere, gets quieter. Sonny talks to sheriff continually but I cannot hear the trembling sound. I tell everyone to get quite. Next, a trembling gets a little louder.
"Did you guys hear that," I tell them all. More trembling sound comes closer.
"What is that that noise," Claire ask. Then, a whisky shakes on the table as I can hear a trembling sound louder. More creaking like a thunder, every objects like pan and items are going shaking. All over is going vibrate gently, including every rooms are. Something is not right, I don't think Greg is jumping on the bed. Something is feel like an aftershock, not like earthquake. Next the lights are going darker, and brightens repeating. I run up to the door, opening it, and on this road including the Alamo park gets brightening, by the sky. There is a massive fireball on the sky and is coming down fast, the sound of a horrifying tremble comes from the flame object that shakens everywhere. The sky is on fire, and the fireball is going to hit the Alamo Square.
"Oh shit," I exclaim, and I turn back immediately, "Everybody get down!" I ran through the living room and dragging Claire and Sonny to the sofa behind, and both sheriffs hide themselves in a kitchen. As we get ourselves cover down, the fireball impacts the Alamo Square and shatters the glass, the front door, windows. The walls get tear down, damaging much powerful from the impact like an explosion from outside, shredding the house. The wind blows like a hurricane, the cracking glass and wood goes into pieces and the couch as we cover, flies away and all of us are screaming. Covering our heads as every drapes flows rapidly from the screaming wind. All three of us are still on the ground, covering us as we can, but the sheriffs at the kitchen are covering themselves on the corner.
The lights turns off and all the powers goes off, and then… the darkness… is everywhere.