Total Fantasy

by vidGAMEinggod

Eric Shroud and Sarah Termingham. For the most part, normal. From our world, yours and mine, with nothing out of the ordinary. But when mysterious sunglasses appear, given by a midnight visitor, a normal life is turned upside-down. Finished!

3. Midnight Visitor Chapter III

Chapter III

     Sitting there as his room disappeared from view like a pancake with whipped cream going down his dad's throat, he wasn't quite sure if everything he was seeing was a blood-red hallucination or whether he was just sitting there in a pained haze. Sitting there, something odd happened. Right now, Eric thought it was just a dream but as you, the reader, will soon find out…

      It wasn't.

      Sitting there on the floor, warm blood slowly beginning to cover his back, a hooded figure walked into the room. He/she/it must have been at least five foot ten, and in a dark black robe which obscured his hands.  Standing over Eric, he reached into a dark corner of his cloakish garb and pulled out a dark black pair of mirrorshades. Eric didn't know what this visitor was, but he bet he would look cool in those sunglasses!

      Stooping over Eric's lifeless, unconscious wreck of a body, he placed the sunglasses onto the dresser. Eric almost jerked involuntarily if he had any muscle movement left in his body when he saw that the person's hand was coated not in skin, but fur.  The being took another look at Eric and spoke in a hoarse tone, like it hadn't been used for years. Either that, or it was dead (impossible) or had done one too many evil things and wanted to put it behind. Like a professional soldier. In this town, however, Eric instantly ruled that out.

      "We will meet again, my soul-carrier. It is then that you will find your destiny." Upon leaving, Eric awoke.

      "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?!?" Eric barked upon awakening. Silently thanking the soundproof doors, Eric went and checked the clock. 4:39, now he'd never get back to sleep. Groovy.

      Tip-toeing down the stairs by means of habit, he couldn't really think of anything to do nearly blind, so he trudged back upstairs to squeeze his contacts in. Thirty minutes and a lot of frustration later, he finally got the old contacts in and made a mental note to let his dad know he needed more. He then proceeded to veg out in front of the TV with the SNES attached, beat Contra III and Sunset Riders… again, when he went to get his hat from his bed stand.

      He instantly nearly had a heart attack.

      For there, upon his dresser, were a pair of mirrorshades.

      Exactly like the one the strange midnight visitor gave him!