Britz-Shit, I know, I'm bloody slack with these updates ain't I? Sorry, I will make an effort to get my ass in gear though I'm also writing other things, I can surely break my slunmp of an update after two months no?
Chapter Twenty-Six
"Alright sweet heart, I'll take a Fiester's and a basket of Yahien wings." Mace told the Caprician waitress with the figure and basic uniform of a Hooter's waitress, "What'll be Davie boy?"
"Got any Hawjawbra ale?"
"Sorry honey, only beer." The gum-chewing waitress replied.
"I'll take a, Fiester's then."
"Kay." She said and made her way back to the bar, hips swinging in tiny little short shorts starting to fray and hint a naked curve of pale alien buttock.
"Great thing about this place, okay so they may not have your classier drinks, but they got near every beer in the known universe on tap." Mace confided.
The Caprician made her way over with two huge glasses of dark foamy brown liquid and a basket of wings that looked just like any concocted by KFC to Dave, as she walked away both stared intently at her retreating perfect rear end.
"Service ain't half bad either." Moonbeam quipped.
Mace chuckled throatily, took a long gulp from his beer and pulled a foot long cigar from the suit they'd recovered from Mant's gym, "So what's your story kid? I mean, the Empire wants a piece of your hide something serious, hell there's even rumours from your system you're some kind of, vampire or something."
"Closer than you think."
"Yeah?" Mace paused for a moment; smoke trailing idly towards the ceiling. "Cigar?" He offered.
"Yeah sure." Mace held out a second foot long cigar out to Moonbeam and lit it for him.
"Watch yourself, Yeerks ain't cleared Dracyer cigars safe for human consumption just yet."
"I'll cope."
"I'll bet." Mace drawled suspiciously, "I got time mate, tell us your story."
"Well, I guess it started out when I heard this bleeding heart liberal Governor was coming to my town, Utopia, to make some fancy speech, Clinton his name was and I got this bright idea..."
Long minutes later Moonbeam finished "...And that's how I ended up here, in an alien Hooters, telling my life, well death story to a bloke who was trying to kill me an hour ago." Dave drained his second glass of Fiester's and looked at Mace expectantly.
Mace shrugged, tapped the ash of his cigar into his empty glass, "Alright, I buy it."
"Glad to hear it."
He stretched a tentacle out and tapped the Caprician waitress on the shoulder, "Scuse us kitten, we'll take another round."
Her teeth gnashed as she chewed, "Sure thing babe, you want 'nother basket of wings wit dat?"
"Please." He plucked the final wing out of the basket and chomped it down, bones and all.
She smiled at him like a very blond cheerleader at a strapping young quarterback; Mace watched her go very closely. "She wants me." Mace boasted.
"You really digging her right?" Moonbeam asked.
"Pfft, ain't you?"
"Yeah but you're like a big, fuckin' wolfman guy, she looks almost human, y'know, kinda off-putting."
Mace held up his right hand, a gesture the right tentacle strangely mimicked, "Intersexual." He said, as it that explained it all.
"What's that, bi or somethin'?"
Mace actually looked repulsed by the idea, "Hell no." His wolf face softened, "Not that there's anything wrong with that. Just means I can appreciate ladies of, many races, humanoids, and with everything in the right place of course, dig that?"
"Dig intersexuals? Hell knowing Siggs I'll probably be living with one in another month."
Another Caprician served them, "H-Hey Mace."
It was clear Mace's brain went through the process of being racked for a moment, but his eyes lit up finally, "Cythy! Hey baby how you been doing?"
"Ahh good, y'know, I thought maybe, well, you never did call me back."
"Yeah, well life of a bounty hunter, I'm sorry babe."
Her pale face brightened, "Yeah I understand, I, like, got you one of those Fon things you liked so much, just, on the house."
"Aww you always were a sweet kid." He gave a playful tap on the chin with his tentacle, she giggled like a schoolgirl and put down a tray with the two beers a basket of wings and a plate with something that looked like a chopped onion arranged in a flower shape.
"If you're like, going to be staying planet-side long, just, y'know, call me." and she walked off, smiling nervously.
"You and her?" Dave asked.
"Oh yeah, cute kid huh?"
"Damn straight."
Mace's muzzle twisted into a smile, "See, now you're liking her right?"
"Yeah."
"Then you qualify for Intersexual, she ain't human is she?"
"Bit of a different situation." Mace shook his head, "Alright, you got me." He took a gulp of his fresh beer and a drag of the Dracyer cigar, "Hows about you Mace, you strike me as a.. Man with a chequered past."
"What can I tell ya, I'm a Mafia brat, grew up with it, I dunno, you work for the family all your life, and I was damn good at it to, then BAM, ya kill the Don's son when he finds you fucking his sister and tries to put a pickaxe in your skull, and suddenly they turn their backs on you and there's a price on your head so big you can never go home again."
"Life's like that sometimes."
"Yep, goddamn 'Saw Jaw' McKensing, thought his sister was an angelic virgin right up till the end, thick skulled mother fucker, would have driven the family into the saplings if he'd taken over anyway."
"So what about the Bounty Hunter bit?" Moonbeam asked, genuinely interested in his strange new companion.
"Guy's got to do something with his time." Mace replied, Dave could tell he wasn't finished so waited as the Dracyer shoved a couple of slices of Fon in his mouth and continued, "I don't know though, I mean it's fun an' all, but it's so impersonal, Back in the day it was, bang, that ones for the family, freelancing just ain't my thing."
An idea sparked somewhere deep in the recesses of Moonbeam's slowly working mind. He smiled, "Mace, I want to make you a offer."
Mace turned his muzzle and looked carefully at Moonbeam, "I'm listening."
"Join me Mace, come with the Posse, we'll... Make beautiful music together." Dave grinned.
Mace returned the smile but then looked serious, he scratched at the back of his head with his little fish hook claws and toyed with his glass, "I dunno, I mean, I hate the Empire as much as the next guy, but shit the price on my head is already big enough, I need ta add to it now?"
"Aww, it'll be fun, it'll be fun it'll be fun."
"Well when you put it that way it might be fun." Mace drawled.
"You know this is what you want, to be immortalised, we'll live forever Mace, we'll destroy it all and piss our names into the ashes." Moonbeam was gone into his own little universe, stars blossomed and died in his eyes, he smiled lovingly.
Mace looked at him with good-humoured scepticism, "Alright, what the hell, you only live once." Moonbeam gave him a look, "Present company excluded."
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Wheeling the chopper slowly between the two Dave and Mace laughed uproariously as they stumbled back to the docking bays where The Phoenix was parked.
"Alright, alright." Mace's slurred growl tried to overtake his laugh, "So we blow the support tree, whole fucking," he stopped to snort more laughter, "Whole fucking station comes down, BOOM! Makin' dog meat."
Moonbeam roared drunken laughter, it seemed Mace's stories kept getting funnier and funnier as the pair got drunker and drunker.
Mace growled a laugh, "So were flying off in the Aircar, laughing, shouting shit about 'sticking it to the man' and this branch, and I mean a BRANCH comes flying through the air, thing was like three times longer than the car, rams through the roof, smacks into Tony in the passenger seat, punches him out the fucking door, and by now were floating a good fucking three hundred legs above the ground." He roared laughter and nearly tripped over the chopper as he wheeled it. Moonbeam grinned anticipating, he wasn't disappointed.
"Now there was nothing wrong wit good ol' Tony's reflexes, soon as it pounded him out the door he grabbed that branch that was now skewering the fucking car and he's hanging there by the skin of his claws screaming 'ahh, stop the car, stop the car, help I'm gonna die, I'm gonna fall and die here!'"
Moonbeam screamed laughter, just picturing the spectacle, Mace continued "Now about this point you don't reckon shit couldn't get much worse, we're running from the cop station we just blew and I'm trying to drive a AirCar at top speed through an unmarked patch of forest with my friend dangling from a branch that's trying to avenge it's tree by skewering the fucking car, and then Cops! out a nowhere there's a half dozen who must have got out before the station fell, Tony's screaming, I'm screaming, two guys in the back are screaming while in the middle of it, Crazy Jitters is sitting there, stoned out of his mind, with this big fuckin grin on his face."
The Phoenix was right ahead but Dave and Mace couldn't go on, they broke down with laughter and their drunken legs gave, the bike slammed to the ground and they collapsed onto it, Siggs and Roach sat outside smoking and playing cards, the two came rushing other with confused looks on their faces.
"Jesus Boss," Siggs said in her southern drawl, "What'choo been drinking? And who's your new friend?"
Moonbeam regained his composure for a moment, "Heh heh, I dunno, what, what it was, but, there was a lot of it, and this, this is Mace, Mace, this is Siggs and Roach."
"Ahh so you're Siggs huh?" Mace snaked out a tentacle and took her hand, "I heard about you, and I am very pleased to make your acquaintance." The drunken attempt at suaveness sent the pair into fresh peals of laughter.
"And Mace is here why?" Roach asked.
"Why you two, Mace is the latest member of our motley crew, let's all welcome him to the family."
"Oh Christ." Muttered Roach with a roll of his eyes, Siggs laughed.
"So who's bike is this, yours Mace?" She asked.
"It's a chopper." Mace replied matter-of-factly.
"Okay whose chopper is it?"
"Zed's" He told her in the same tone.
"Who's Zed?" She asked.
Moonbeam got shakily to his feet, "Zed's dead baby, Zed's dead."
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Seven-year-old David Moonbeam wandered the slums of Utopia, seventeen year old David Moonbeam watched him from a detached point of view, he knew it was a dream, had to be one of those weird memory dreams.
Young Dave was covered in blood, yet people walked past him, he was ignored, not even seen by them, was it truly what had happened or was his brain just firing random neurons in for flavour? He couldn't tell.
He tried to yell to the kid, tell him to get off the street before he was seen but even he could not hear himself, he was cursed to the ether of memory, it didn't matter, a patrol hover craft idled down the street, young Dave shied away from it's light and it passed him by, the pigs inside not even glancing at him, Moonbeam was sure that much was real, he thought he might remember it.
He was tall for his age, but a skinny, lanky child, when puberty hit him, hard and fast many years from now he would rise broad shouldered and heavyset with muscle but now he was just a scrawny, malnutritioned boy wandering the streets alone, covered in a coat of drying blood.
Eyes glazed he had wandered into the car park of a seedy bar, realisation hit ethereal Moonbeam like a punch to the gut, it was The Crater, the place he had been... Reborn.
A tall thin figure watched the child's approach, smiling, "Little late for you to by out isn't it, David?" the child looked to the man with hazy recognition of his name, the man's smile grew wider, his teeth were rotten, so much so they looked ready to fall out of that shark-like grin and shatter on the pavement below.
Memories were rolling for Moonbeam now, it was his mentor, his... Father, he had been resurrected on almost the same spot he had meet Martin Broadcloak.
"That's right." the lean man said, "I know all about you, I want to help you David, My name's Martin Broadcloak, you'd like my help wouldn't you?"
Young Dave nodded, unconsciously Moonbeam watching nodded with him.
"Wonderful." Martin clapped his hands, "Let's get started shall..." It was if the memory was a record that suddenly skipped a track, Moonbeam looked down on a different scene, same night, the first night, that first wondrous night.
It was an alley, trash strewn, garbage bags pilled in mountain ranges that mangy rats skittered in and out of, Martin and Dave stood at it's mouth, smiling, Martin has his bony hand gently placed on young Moonbeam's head, like the proud father he never had.
An old wino had collapsed amongst the garbage can's, snorting loudly and whispering nonsensical phrases in a drunken sleep, an empty bottle had rolled from his hand and sat at his side on the cold, hard concrete.
David looked at Martin, Martin smiled with genuine warmth in his gaunt, dead face and nodded at him, the boy walked down the alley, as he approached the drunk his nervous stride seemed to evolve into the stalk of a stealthy jungle cat, the rats and the roaches peered from their holes as he kneeled down and picked up the drunk's empty bottle, looked at it a moment, admiring how the distant glow of the streetlight was reflected, almost captured within it's surface.
Then he brought it down on the ground, the body shattered leaving him holding the neck blooming out into jagged shards of glass, the sound broke through to the drunk, he stirred and blearily opened his eyes, "Martha? Martha is that you?" he managed to ask before the glass ripped through his jugular vein, blood spurted wildly but gained no reaction from the child. The man tried to scream but only blood gurgled out of his mouth, his eyes now fully open stared wildly at the small, impassive figure of the boy beside him.
When the old man slumped dead Dave turned to Martin, He was grinning, it was a wild grin, a madman's grin which Moonbeam returned and would after that spend many, many years subconsciously imitating, know to most who saw it as his 'Heeere's Johnny' grin.
Martin turned to him, not the young him but to Moonbeam, who stared at the dream that wasn't really a dream at all, "Never forget the people who shaped you David." Martin said, he clapped loudly twice and Moonbeam jolted awake with the sound ringing in his ears.
***To Be Continued***
Britz I swear on that one, Moonbeam is not dead (again) not by a long shot, also kids start looking forward to my latest work, an Animorphs Halloween special! (*shakes fist* look forward to it!) and review!
Chapter Twenty-Six
"Alright sweet heart, I'll take a Fiester's and a basket of Yahien wings." Mace told the Caprician waitress with the figure and basic uniform of a Hooter's waitress, "What'll be Davie boy?"
"Got any Hawjawbra ale?"
"Sorry honey, only beer." The gum-chewing waitress replied.
"I'll take a, Fiester's then."
"Kay." She said and made her way back to the bar, hips swinging in tiny little short shorts starting to fray and hint a naked curve of pale alien buttock.
"Great thing about this place, okay so they may not have your classier drinks, but they got near every beer in the known universe on tap." Mace confided.
The Caprician made her way over with two huge glasses of dark foamy brown liquid and a basket of wings that looked just like any concocted by KFC to Dave, as she walked away both stared intently at her retreating perfect rear end.
"Service ain't half bad either." Moonbeam quipped.
Mace chuckled throatily, took a long gulp from his beer and pulled a foot long cigar from the suit they'd recovered from Mant's gym, "So what's your story kid? I mean, the Empire wants a piece of your hide something serious, hell there's even rumours from your system you're some kind of, vampire or something."
"Closer than you think."
"Yeah?" Mace paused for a moment; smoke trailing idly towards the ceiling. "Cigar?" He offered.
"Yeah sure." Mace held out a second foot long cigar out to Moonbeam and lit it for him.
"Watch yourself, Yeerks ain't cleared Dracyer cigars safe for human consumption just yet."
"I'll cope."
"I'll bet." Mace drawled suspiciously, "I got time mate, tell us your story."
"Well, I guess it started out when I heard this bleeding heart liberal Governor was coming to my town, Utopia, to make some fancy speech, Clinton his name was and I got this bright idea..."
Long minutes later Moonbeam finished "...And that's how I ended up here, in an alien Hooters, telling my life, well death story to a bloke who was trying to kill me an hour ago." Dave drained his second glass of Fiester's and looked at Mace expectantly.
Mace shrugged, tapped the ash of his cigar into his empty glass, "Alright, I buy it."
"Glad to hear it."
He stretched a tentacle out and tapped the Caprician waitress on the shoulder, "Scuse us kitten, we'll take another round."
Her teeth gnashed as she chewed, "Sure thing babe, you want 'nother basket of wings wit dat?"
"Please." He plucked the final wing out of the basket and chomped it down, bones and all.
She smiled at him like a very blond cheerleader at a strapping young quarterback; Mace watched her go very closely. "She wants me." Mace boasted.
"You really digging her right?" Moonbeam asked.
"Pfft, ain't you?"
"Yeah but you're like a big, fuckin' wolfman guy, she looks almost human, y'know, kinda off-putting."
Mace held up his right hand, a gesture the right tentacle strangely mimicked, "Intersexual." He said, as it that explained it all.
"What's that, bi or somethin'?"
Mace actually looked repulsed by the idea, "Hell no." His wolf face softened, "Not that there's anything wrong with that. Just means I can appreciate ladies of, many races, humanoids, and with everything in the right place of course, dig that?"
"Dig intersexuals? Hell knowing Siggs I'll probably be living with one in another month."
Another Caprician served them, "H-Hey Mace."
It was clear Mace's brain went through the process of being racked for a moment, but his eyes lit up finally, "Cythy! Hey baby how you been doing?"
"Ahh good, y'know, I thought maybe, well, you never did call me back."
"Yeah, well life of a bounty hunter, I'm sorry babe."
Her pale face brightened, "Yeah I understand, I, like, got you one of those Fon things you liked so much, just, on the house."
"Aww you always were a sweet kid." He gave a playful tap on the chin with his tentacle, she giggled like a schoolgirl and put down a tray with the two beers a basket of wings and a plate with something that looked like a chopped onion arranged in a flower shape.
"If you're like, going to be staying planet-side long, just, y'know, call me." and she walked off, smiling nervously.
"You and her?" Dave asked.
"Oh yeah, cute kid huh?"
"Damn straight."
Mace's muzzle twisted into a smile, "See, now you're liking her right?"
"Yeah."
"Then you qualify for Intersexual, she ain't human is she?"
"Bit of a different situation." Mace shook his head, "Alright, you got me." He took a gulp of his fresh beer and a drag of the Dracyer cigar, "Hows about you Mace, you strike me as a.. Man with a chequered past."
"What can I tell ya, I'm a Mafia brat, grew up with it, I dunno, you work for the family all your life, and I was damn good at it to, then BAM, ya kill the Don's son when he finds you fucking his sister and tries to put a pickaxe in your skull, and suddenly they turn their backs on you and there's a price on your head so big you can never go home again."
"Life's like that sometimes."
"Yep, goddamn 'Saw Jaw' McKensing, thought his sister was an angelic virgin right up till the end, thick skulled mother fucker, would have driven the family into the saplings if he'd taken over anyway."
"So what about the Bounty Hunter bit?" Moonbeam asked, genuinely interested in his strange new companion.
"Guy's got to do something with his time." Mace replied, Dave could tell he wasn't finished so waited as the Dracyer shoved a couple of slices of Fon in his mouth and continued, "I don't know though, I mean it's fun an' all, but it's so impersonal, Back in the day it was, bang, that ones for the family, freelancing just ain't my thing."
An idea sparked somewhere deep in the recesses of Moonbeam's slowly working mind. He smiled, "Mace, I want to make you a offer."
Mace turned his muzzle and looked carefully at Moonbeam, "I'm listening."
"Join me Mace, come with the Posse, we'll... Make beautiful music together." Dave grinned.
Mace returned the smile but then looked serious, he scratched at the back of his head with his little fish hook claws and toyed with his glass, "I dunno, I mean, I hate the Empire as much as the next guy, but shit the price on my head is already big enough, I need ta add to it now?"
"Aww, it'll be fun, it'll be fun it'll be fun."
"Well when you put it that way it might be fun." Mace drawled.
"You know this is what you want, to be immortalised, we'll live forever Mace, we'll destroy it all and piss our names into the ashes." Moonbeam was gone into his own little universe, stars blossomed and died in his eyes, he smiled lovingly.
Mace looked at him with good-humoured scepticism, "Alright, what the hell, you only live once." Moonbeam gave him a look, "Present company excluded."
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Wheeling the chopper slowly between the two Dave and Mace laughed uproariously as they stumbled back to the docking bays where The Phoenix was parked.
"Alright, alright." Mace's slurred growl tried to overtake his laugh, "So we blow the support tree, whole fucking," he stopped to snort more laughter, "Whole fucking station comes down, BOOM! Makin' dog meat."
Moonbeam roared drunken laughter, it seemed Mace's stories kept getting funnier and funnier as the pair got drunker and drunker.
Mace growled a laugh, "So were flying off in the Aircar, laughing, shouting shit about 'sticking it to the man' and this branch, and I mean a BRANCH comes flying through the air, thing was like three times longer than the car, rams through the roof, smacks into Tony in the passenger seat, punches him out the fucking door, and by now were floating a good fucking three hundred legs above the ground." He roared laughter and nearly tripped over the chopper as he wheeled it. Moonbeam grinned anticipating, he wasn't disappointed.
"Now there was nothing wrong wit good ol' Tony's reflexes, soon as it pounded him out the door he grabbed that branch that was now skewering the fucking car and he's hanging there by the skin of his claws screaming 'ahh, stop the car, stop the car, help I'm gonna die, I'm gonna fall and die here!'"
Moonbeam screamed laughter, just picturing the spectacle, Mace continued "Now about this point you don't reckon shit couldn't get much worse, we're running from the cop station we just blew and I'm trying to drive a AirCar at top speed through an unmarked patch of forest with my friend dangling from a branch that's trying to avenge it's tree by skewering the fucking car, and then Cops! out a nowhere there's a half dozen who must have got out before the station fell, Tony's screaming, I'm screaming, two guys in the back are screaming while in the middle of it, Crazy Jitters is sitting there, stoned out of his mind, with this big fuckin grin on his face."
The Phoenix was right ahead but Dave and Mace couldn't go on, they broke down with laughter and their drunken legs gave, the bike slammed to the ground and they collapsed onto it, Siggs and Roach sat outside smoking and playing cards, the two came rushing other with confused looks on their faces.
"Jesus Boss," Siggs said in her southern drawl, "What'choo been drinking? And who's your new friend?"
Moonbeam regained his composure for a moment, "Heh heh, I dunno, what, what it was, but, there was a lot of it, and this, this is Mace, Mace, this is Siggs and Roach."
"Ahh so you're Siggs huh?" Mace snaked out a tentacle and took her hand, "I heard about you, and I am very pleased to make your acquaintance." The drunken attempt at suaveness sent the pair into fresh peals of laughter.
"And Mace is here why?" Roach asked.
"Why you two, Mace is the latest member of our motley crew, let's all welcome him to the family."
"Oh Christ." Muttered Roach with a roll of his eyes, Siggs laughed.
"So who's bike is this, yours Mace?" She asked.
"It's a chopper." Mace replied matter-of-factly.
"Okay whose chopper is it?"
"Zed's" He told her in the same tone.
"Who's Zed?" She asked.
Moonbeam got shakily to his feet, "Zed's dead baby, Zed's dead."
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Seven-year-old David Moonbeam wandered the slums of Utopia, seventeen year old David Moonbeam watched him from a detached point of view, he knew it was a dream, had to be one of those weird memory dreams.
Young Dave was covered in blood, yet people walked past him, he was ignored, not even seen by them, was it truly what had happened or was his brain just firing random neurons in for flavour? He couldn't tell.
He tried to yell to the kid, tell him to get off the street before he was seen but even he could not hear himself, he was cursed to the ether of memory, it didn't matter, a patrol hover craft idled down the street, young Dave shied away from it's light and it passed him by, the pigs inside not even glancing at him, Moonbeam was sure that much was real, he thought he might remember it.
He was tall for his age, but a skinny, lanky child, when puberty hit him, hard and fast many years from now he would rise broad shouldered and heavyset with muscle but now he was just a scrawny, malnutritioned boy wandering the streets alone, covered in a coat of drying blood.
Eyes glazed he had wandered into the car park of a seedy bar, realisation hit ethereal Moonbeam like a punch to the gut, it was The Crater, the place he had been... Reborn.
A tall thin figure watched the child's approach, smiling, "Little late for you to by out isn't it, David?" the child looked to the man with hazy recognition of his name, the man's smile grew wider, his teeth were rotten, so much so they looked ready to fall out of that shark-like grin and shatter on the pavement below.
Memories were rolling for Moonbeam now, it was his mentor, his... Father, he had been resurrected on almost the same spot he had meet Martin Broadcloak.
"That's right." the lean man said, "I know all about you, I want to help you David, My name's Martin Broadcloak, you'd like my help wouldn't you?"
Young Dave nodded, unconsciously Moonbeam watching nodded with him.
"Wonderful." Martin clapped his hands, "Let's get started shall..." It was if the memory was a record that suddenly skipped a track, Moonbeam looked down on a different scene, same night, the first night, that first wondrous night.
It was an alley, trash strewn, garbage bags pilled in mountain ranges that mangy rats skittered in and out of, Martin and Dave stood at it's mouth, smiling, Martin has his bony hand gently placed on young Moonbeam's head, like the proud father he never had.
An old wino had collapsed amongst the garbage can's, snorting loudly and whispering nonsensical phrases in a drunken sleep, an empty bottle had rolled from his hand and sat at his side on the cold, hard concrete.
David looked at Martin, Martin smiled with genuine warmth in his gaunt, dead face and nodded at him, the boy walked down the alley, as he approached the drunk his nervous stride seemed to evolve into the stalk of a stealthy jungle cat, the rats and the roaches peered from their holes as he kneeled down and picked up the drunk's empty bottle, looked at it a moment, admiring how the distant glow of the streetlight was reflected, almost captured within it's surface.
Then he brought it down on the ground, the body shattered leaving him holding the neck blooming out into jagged shards of glass, the sound broke through to the drunk, he stirred and blearily opened his eyes, "Martha? Martha is that you?" he managed to ask before the glass ripped through his jugular vein, blood spurted wildly but gained no reaction from the child. The man tried to scream but only blood gurgled out of his mouth, his eyes now fully open stared wildly at the small, impassive figure of the boy beside him.
When the old man slumped dead Dave turned to Martin, He was grinning, it was a wild grin, a madman's grin which Moonbeam returned and would after that spend many, many years subconsciously imitating, know to most who saw it as his 'Heeere's Johnny' grin.
Martin turned to him, not the young him but to Moonbeam, who stared at the dream that wasn't really a dream at all, "Never forget the people who shaped you David." Martin said, he clapped loudly twice and Moonbeam jolted awake with the sound ringing in his ears.
***To Be Continued***
Britz I swear on that one, Moonbeam is not dead (again) not by a long shot, also kids start looking forward to my latest work, an Animorphs Halloween special! (*shakes fist* look forward to it!) and review!