Chapter 2
The Man Behind
The Sword
Hours after the battle with the goblins and the beast, Dwayne found himself back in his basement room. He was using an old washcloth to wipe away the blood from his sword.
"Man, I remember when things weren't so fucked up." Dwayne thought to himself.
He remembered the two years ago, before the monsters attacked. He began to flash back.
Dwayne stood in a small meadow, far south from where he lived. He was visiting his girlfriend, Michi. He was teaching her to fight with a sword.
He shook his head at the memory.
"I wonder if she's even alive anymore." He thought to himself.
He could remember her perfectly. Her long black hair with red streaks and brown eyes. He remembered how that day of training went.
"You're going to take it easy on me, right, Dwayne?" She asked in a soft tone.
"Yes, I will take it easy. But only a little. Otherwise, you won't learn how hard you have to fight." He replied.
Dwayne swung his kendo stick at her. She dropped hers and curled up. Dwayne tried to stop, but swung too fast and hard. He slammed the stick over her head, cracking his stick, and knocking her out.
"If she's alive, is she still mad about that?" Dwayne thought. "I remember her friends were."
Then, he thought even further back. Back to his friends who didn't survive the Monsters' onslaught. He remembered how Jeff, their friends, and himself would all hang out together, causing trouble where ever they went.
He sighed. He remembered that they were gone, and only he and Jeff were left now. He wondered how two people who were so hated by everyone for the trouble they caused, could become so wanted and loved by the people.
"Even if it is a time of great need, people would look at us and laugh at us trying to save this world." Dwayne thought.
He remembered when he first met Jeff.
Dwayne walked down the hall of the school. He bumped into a young man, a little shorter than himself, with short black hair and black eyes. Dwayne helped him up to his feet.
"Are you alright?" Dwayne asked. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."
"I'm alright. What's your name, man?" Jeff asked.
"I'm Dwayne. And you are?" Dwayne responded.
"Jeff." Jeff answered.
Dwayne looked down at his sword.
"And we have been friends ever since." He thought. "And now, we're the only hope these people have for a better world. Are we really able to do this...?"
He pushed the thought of doubt out of his mind. He stood up and sheathed the sword. He opened the big metal doors and walked up the stone steps and stood in what remained of his backyard.
"What am I worried about?" Dwayne thought. "They're just monsters. We can do this."
Dwayne saw Jeff walking over to where he stood. Dwayne walked towards him, meeting him half way.
"What's up, Jeff?" Dwayne asked.
"Seems like we've got another job." Jeff replied. "This time, it's the graveyard."
"I know that place like the back of my hand. Let's get going. It's not far from here." Dwayne said.
Dwayne and Jeff walked down the street towards the graveyard. As they walked, Dwayne's mind wandered again.
"I wonder if Michi and the others are alive, though." Dwayne thought. "Maybe I should go down there sometime."
"Dwayne, what's up?" Jeff asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking." Dwayne answered.
"About what, man?" Jeff asked.
"You ever think we could use a few days off? Hunting fucking Monsters gets tiresome after awhile, you know." Dwayne said.
"Yea, I agree. So, what're you planning?" Jeff asked. "Are you thinking what I think you are?"
"Maybe we should go south for a few days." Dwayne explained. "I want to go and see if Michi and the others are still alive."
"Sounds good. But, let's give it a few weeks, first." Jeff said. "After that, getting there shouldn't be a problem. I'll need an upgrade soon..and...uh....can't do that there, you know."
Dwayne sensed Jeff had something else up his sleeve, but decided to let it go. He knew Jeff wouldn't answer.
The Man Behind
The Sword
Hours after the battle with the goblins and the beast, Dwayne found himself back in his basement room. He was using an old washcloth to wipe away the blood from his sword.
"Man, I remember when things weren't so fucked up." Dwayne thought to himself.
He remembered the two years ago, before the monsters attacked. He began to flash back.
Dwayne stood in a small meadow, far south from where he lived. He was visiting his girlfriend, Michi. He was teaching her to fight with a sword.
He shook his head at the memory.
"I wonder if she's even alive anymore." He thought to himself.
He could remember her perfectly. Her long black hair with red streaks and brown eyes. He remembered how that day of training went.
"You're going to take it easy on me, right, Dwayne?" She asked in a soft tone.
"Yes, I will take it easy. But only a little. Otherwise, you won't learn how hard you have to fight." He replied.
Dwayne swung his kendo stick at her. She dropped hers and curled up. Dwayne tried to stop, but swung too fast and hard. He slammed the stick over her head, cracking his stick, and knocking her out.
"If she's alive, is she still mad about that?" Dwayne thought. "I remember her friends were."
Then, he thought even further back. Back to his friends who didn't survive the Monsters' onslaught. He remembered how Jeff, their friends, and himself would all hang out together, causing trouble where ever they went.
He sighed. He remembered that they were gone, and only he and Jeff were left now. He wondered how two people who were so hated by everyone for the trouble they caused, could become so wanted and loved by the people.
"Even if it is a time of great need, people would look at us and laugh at us trying to save this world." Dwayne thought.
He remembered when he first met Jeff.
Dwayne walked down the hall of the school. He bumped into a young man, a little shorter than himself, with short black hair and black eyes. Dwayne helped him up to his feet.
"Are you alright?" Dwayne asked. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."
"I'm alright. What's your name, man?" Jeff asked.
"I'm Dwayne. And you are?" Dwayne responded.
"Jeff." Jeff answered.
Dwayne looked down at his sword.
"And we have been friends ever since." He thought. "And now, we're the only hope these people have for a better world. Are we really able to do this...?"
He pushed the thought of doubt out of his mind. He stood up and sheathed the sword. He opened the big metal doors and walked up the stone steps and stood in what remained of his backyard.
"What am I worried about?" Dwayne thought. "They're just monsters. We can do this."
Dwayne saw Jeff walking over to where he stood. Dwayne walked towards him, meeting him half way.
"What's up, Jeff?" Dwayne asked.
"Seems like we've got another job." Jeff replied. "This time, it's the graveyard."
"I know that place like the back of my hand. Let's get going. It's not far from here." Dwayne said.
Dwayne and Jeff walked down the street towards the graveyard. As they walked, Dwayne's mind wandered again.
"I wonder if Michi and the others are alive, though." Dwayne thought. "Maybe I should go down there sometime."
"Dwayne, what's up?" Jeff asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking." Dwayne answered.
"About what, man?" Jeff asked.
"You ever think we could use a few days off? Hunting fucking Monsters gets tiresome after awhile, you know." Dwayne said.
"Yea, I agree. So, what're you planning?" Jeff asked. "Are you thinking what I think you are?"
"Maybe we should go south for a few days." Dwayne explained. "I want to go and see if Michi and the others are still alive."
"Sounds good. But, let's give it a few weeks, first." Jeff said. "After that, getting there shouldn't be a problem. I'll need an upgrade soon..and...uh....can't do that there, you know."
Dwayne sensed Jeff had something else up his sleeve, but decided to let it go. He knew Jeff wouldn't answer.
