Then he realized that the crash was thunderous precisely because it was thunder. When the first peal faded to a soft rumble in a distant corner of the sky, he glanced toward the end of the hallway, where pale flickers of lightening played across the window as a second hard explosion shook the night.
Embarrassed by his overreaction to the thunder, Gohan returned boldly to the study door. He opened it.
Nothing leaped at him.
The only light issued from the desk lamp, leaving deep and dangerous shadows throughout the room. Nevertheless, Gohan was able to see that the minikin was not on the floor immediately beyond the doorway. He stepped across the threshold, fumbled for the wall switch, and turned on the ceiling light. Quicker than a litter of black cats, shadows fled behind and under the furniture.
In the sudden brightness, the minikin was not revealed.
Timidly, he entered the room keeping check on everything around him. Though the insanity of being afraid of a doll plagued his mind, he could not let loose the feeling that this mannequin was more than it seemed. In a sense he believed it was more than he could ever comprehend, but what he hell could a doll do. Well for starters, a newly discovered fact in history was revealed showing that they can, number one, grow from nothing into a lizard like thing, two, they sprout arms, three, walk away, and four, become intelligent into making Gohan his prey. Prey. That word stuck in his mind. He was the prey. Not the doll. The doll wasn't fearing for it's well-being. The aura that surrounded the doll was evil. Deadly. It wanted Gohan dead. It was as if it's entire life surrounded that one purpose. To kill him. Gohan, no matter how powerful he may be, was afraid. He could not sense the doll's ki anywhere in the room, or house as a matter of fact, saying that it either was too weak for him to detect or, it wasn't a living being at all. He was being hunted by a living, breathing incarnation of Chuckie. Gohan closed the door and stood with his back against it.
The doll was no longer against the wall. It had indeed moved.
Under the gooseneck desk lamp were two ragged scraps of white cotton fabric. Although they were somewhat shredded, they had a recognizable mitten like shape-obviously the cloth that had been covering the thing's hands. They appeared to have been torn off-or chewed off at the wrists to free the creatures hands from confinement.
Thunder crashed. Lightening sprouted. Something was going to happen. The wind started to brew once more adding to the harshness of the pouring rain.
Curious as to how bad the storm was, he slowly edged his way over to the window, pulled aside the fabric drape, and glanced outside.
The wind blew the tree's as if they were nothing, the rain cascaded in blinding sheets giving him a view of only the nearest landscaping.
Gohan moved to the second window. He shook the drape. No lizard-like mannequin fell. Spreading the material, lifting it away from the wall and the window, Gohan leaned in, looked up, and immediately saw the minikin hanging above him, not from the liner of the drape, but from the brass rod, suspended upside-down by an obscenely black glistening black tail that had sprouted from the white cotton fabric. The thing's two hands, no longer like mittens, sprouted from ragged white cotton sleeves, were mottled black and sour yellow, curled tightly against it's chest: four bony fingers and an opposable thumb, as well defined as the hands of a human being, but also exhibiting reptilian quality, each digit tipped with tiny but wickedly pointed claws.
During the two or three eerily and impossibly attenuated seconds of stunned immobility, when it seemed that the very flow of time had nearly come to a stop, Gohan had an impression of hot green eyes glaring from a loose white sack, numerous small yellow teeth that had evidently chewed open the crossed black sutures , and even a pebbled black tongue with a flickering fork tip.
Then a blaze of lightening thawed the moment of heart-freezing confrontation.
The minikin hissed.
Its tail unwound from the brass rod.
It dropped strait a Gohan's face.
He ducked his head, pulled back.
Hissing, the doll-thing landed on Gohan's head. It's tiny claws scrabbled determinedly through his thick black hair and pierced his scalp.
Howling, he swiped at the creature with his left hand.
The minikin held fast.
Gohan clutched it by the back of its neck and, mercilessly squeezing its throat, tore it off his head.
The beast squirmed in his grip.
A wet guttural snarl issued from the minikin, and it gnashed its teeth, trying to bite his fingers, striving to sink its claws into him again.
The creature's cold, slick tail slithered around Gohan's wrist, and the feel of it was so singularly repulsive that he gagged with disgust. With all of his might, he threw the beast at the opposite wall.
He heard it shrieking as it flew across the room and then heard the shriek cut off abruptly as it thudded hard against the far wall, leaving a dent.
The hideous minikin was crumpled on the carpet at the far side of the room, near the door. For an instant Gohan thought the thing was dead, but then it shook itself, moved.
Thrusting his right hand out in front of him, Gohan took a step forward to the intruder, intending of finishing it off. The mound of drapery fabric on the floor snared his feet. He stumbled, lost his balance, and slammed into the floor.
With his left cheek flat against the carpet, he now shared the murderous minikin's plane of view, though from a tilted perspective. He was staring at his diminutive adversary, which had risen to its feet.
The creature stood as erect as a man, trailing its six-inch black tail, still dressed in the cotton fabric.
Outside the storm was reaching a crescendo, hammering the night with a greater barrage of lightening and thunder then it had thus far.
The creature sprinted at Gohan, white cotton cloth flapping like tattered banners.
Gohan's right arm stretched out in front of him and fired two blasts of ki in quick succession. One of the blasts must have his the minikin, because it flew off its feet. It tumbled backward all the way to the wall.
The damn thing should have been devastated, as stone dead as any human taking a blast like that to the chest. It should have been smashed, shattered, blown to bits.
Instead the thing rose to its feet racking with anger. The tail slid back and forth on the floor, claws clenched, fists tightened.
Gohan lay there nauseated and shaking.
The thing pulled its hands into the air and looked up to the ceiling.
A glowing aura escaped from the chest of the monster. Green. It moved across the room slowly, snake-like, slithering around to a destination. Gohan knew it's destination.
He immediately attempted to rise to his feet and run to the door, but was frozen.
No.
The glowing green essence moved closer ever so slowly.
He closed his eyes still unable to move.
He felt it. Cold. He felt his life being drained out from his core.
The pain. It hurt. So bad.
His eyes shot open. He was glowing. Gold. But the light was being stolen.
The golden light radiating from his body slithered away from him. He attempted to reach out, get it back, but he was paralyzed on the floor.
Following the trail left by the green aura of the monster, his light, his power, his ki, his life was sucked into the minikin's chest as if is was water going down a drain. Swirling into oblivion.
The minikin shrieked with delight at the stolen power. It fell into a sitting possession and sighed. It was content and clearly happy.
Gohan felt empty. He had no energy, no life left within his body. His power was stolen, sucked away by this monster.
But he was able to move again. Gohan slowly rose into a crawling position grabbing his heaving chest. Sweat and blood poured freely from his scalp leaving his face painted with stripes.
THE DEADLINE IS DAWN.
He didn't understand that message at all. What deadline, for God's sake? Who established it? What did he have to do to meet the deadline.
TICKTOCK.
Oh, he understood that message well enough. Time was running out. The night was passing as fast as the rain was falling outside, and if he didn't get his act together, then he was going to be toast before sunrise. He no longer had confidence in the situation. He was defenseless.
TICKTOCK.
He will be toast for the hungry minikin.
TICKTOCK.
Munch, munch. Crunch, crunch.
THE DEADLINE IT DAWN.
TICKTOCK, KANAHAN.
TICKTOCK.
I've Got a Luverly Bunch of Coconuts, Didlede
Okay. So she was driving aimlessly down the Californian coast. No biggy. Even though she had no idea and where she was going to end up, or even when she was gonna go home, she thought nothing of it. Though it was still down pouring, she wasn't worried about being near the ocean at such a time. It was as if she knew where the was going, what was going to happen, and yet, she had no clue what her mind was saying. Where was she going? Why was she heading south? Why did she feel she needed to get ... wherever. Her woman's intuition had never been wrong before, but can this even be considered intuition? I mean, even a woman's mind has it's limits.
So Videl wasn't worried, but she was curious as hell as to what she was doing. She couldn't turn around now. No. It would just waste time. But what time would be wasted? Why did she even know time would be wasted. Alright, so she was not only curious, but very very confused. Though, still, she was not afraid.
But that nagging in the back of her mind never subsided. Yes, she drove on, and yes, she followed her will, but she felt as if she wasn't going to make it...make her deadline.
She felt time slipping away from her. From her present. From her future. And her past was creeping up with dreadful memories attacking her from all sides.
She went faster.
She felt her heart speed up with the car.
Videl was excited. She never was excited. Lately she had been running low on energy, well, for the past five years of her life she's been low on that push that would get you through the day. What dazzled her, though, was that this sudden rush power surging through her veins giving her power over reality, came at the same time she lost her power over her mind. Her dreams. It was all too much information to process for now. All she wanted to do was explode, let out all of this energy building up to the boiling point. She couldn't, though. It would waste time.
All the while along the coast, her mind kept time.
Ticktock.
Time was running out. She knew that one thing. The only information her mind could process was that one fact. Time was slipping away, and though her destination was a mystery, she knew there was not much farther to go. But even less time remained.
Ticktock.
Her heart sped up, pumping adrenaline through her veins.
She had to make it.
Ticktock.
Psychiatry
Dark.
He groped his way around using his hands as his new found eyes.
That little monster.
Having gotten a new rush of temporary stamina, he attempted to go down the stairs of his home, but failed miserably.
Gohan felt as if he has worn glasses all his life, but then they were just stripped away from him. He couldn't see, hear, or smell nearly as well as he could before. Now, he was fully human. 100% home grown earthling, and that really sucked. He never knew how bad they actually had it.
The lights were out.
All he could here was the pitpat of rain on the roof.
He didn't know where the minikin was.
He was a sitting duck. Well, not a duck, but the sitting part was correct.
Taptap.
There it was. Not the sound of rain, but of something else, silent, but all too clear. The doll was around here. He couldn't move, the thing would hear him, but it could possibly see him already. He had to get away.
He had to get out of the house.
Sitting there, he realized how crazy the events of earlier were. That little lizard thing had intelligence. It could learn. It could teach. It could adapt. The little thing new how to freaking short circuit the entire house for Christ's sake!
His options were short.
Taptap.
He couldn't fly.
Pitpat.
Couldn't see.
Crunch snap.
The monster was hunting him.
The monster was playing with him.
He had to move, but he couldn't. He couldn't see. His muscles were tired, his hands were shaking, he was terrified.
He was trapped in the little thing's game.
Using the stairway railing to balance himself, he stood up.
Blind as a bat.
Thunder sounded, lightening pierced the sky.
There.
In that short burst of light, he was able to have a good guess as to where he was, but the location of the minikin was still unknown. He knew it could see him, hear him, smell him. It took part of his life away to become part of its own being. Not only did the monster have the power of intelligence, but the power of a worrior. A Saiyan worrior.
He was in the middle of the stairwell, the straight-ahead hallway at the bottom lead to the kitchen which lead to the laundry room. From there he could grope for the keys, quickly get into the garage, and drive away in his car. That sounded like a good plan. The only problem was well, the monster could trap him half way and without Gohan realizing it, the thing could jump him and rip out his eyes. But when you come to think of it, standing here isn't much better.
He felt the blood on his face dry and the hair on his head had fallen flat. He knew he looked like a wreck, and if he happened to encounter anyone on his drive, well...they might get just a little freaked out.
Taptap.
Shit. It was right behind him.
Gohan quickly spun around on the steps nearly falling over. He could see it's eyes, glowing green.
Cursing, Gohan raced blindly down the last stairs, as he came off the last step, he heard a low glottal hiss. Not good.
He turned right, into the dining room. The brass and milk glass chandelier shed a soft light on the polished top of the hard maple table. Good Windex, good.
As Gohan pushed through the swinging door to the kitchen, the minikin squealed behind him.
Good, he was in the kitchen. He turned left and rushed towards the laundry room not ten feet away.
Slowing down his pace, he reached out his hand for the door knob, found it, and quickly opened the door to find his keys right on the hook where he left them. They jangled, their flat and unmusical ring chimed threatening the secrecy of his plan.
The easy action pivot hinges on the door to the dining room swung so smoothly that the minikin was able to squeeze into the kitchen close on Gohan's tail( - Haha..that was a pun..sorta')
With the keys ringing in his hand he didn't dare to look back, but he could hear the tiny thing's clawed feet click-click-clicking against the hardwood floor. He quickly slammed the door behind him before the minikin could follow.
No lock. Didn't matter.
Past the washer and dryer was the door connecting to the garage. He opened the door, walked through, and slammed it behind him.
In the garage, the lights were still on.
On this side of the door, the lock could only be activated by use of a key. He didn't see any point in taking the time to lock it.
The big overhead garage door rumbled upward when Gohan tapped the wall switch, and storm wind chuffed like a pack of dogs at the widening space at the bottom.
He hurriedly circled the convertible to the driver's side.
The garage lights blanked out, and the roll-up door stopped rising still blocking half the exit.
No.
The minikin couldn't have gotten through those two closed doors. No way no how.
Franticly Gohan pawed his way through the darkness to find the chain so he could disconnect it from the motor. He couldn't find it.
Giving up he quickly went over to the roll-up door and tried to lift it. He couldn't. Damn it. He had no strength left. All of his energy was drained from him.
Damn it. This wouldn't of happened if he had just gone to dinner. If he had just followed his stomach everything would be normal.
Normal.
He stood there, wind and rain bashing his legs.
What was normal?
Click-click-tap.
No.
"Screw the door..."
He raced over to the car, hopped in, and revved the engine.
Looking through his rearview mirror he expected to see the minikin in the driveway, green eyes glaring, but the a nearby street-lamp proved his feeling wrong.
Putting the car in reverse, he put the pedal to the metal and crashed through the door.
In the whaling wind, the roll-up door merely blew away into the neighbor's yard.
He'll apologize later.
Into the torrents of rain he went, switching on the windshield wipers, and continued into the street.
As Gohan shifted the car out of reverse, he was stricken by an unsettling premonition: "I'll never see this place again."
He was driving far too fast for a residential neighborhood, almost flying, casting up ten-foot-high wings of water as he raced through a flooded intersection, but he was unwilling to slow down. He felt that the gates of Hell had been flung open and that each creature among the legion of monstrosities seething out of those portals was intent on the same pray: Son Gohan.
Maybe it was foolish to believe demons existed, and it was certainly foolish to believe - if they did exist - that he could outrun them by way of 300 horsepower sport car. Nevertheless, he drove on as if persued by Satan. (- Hehe..could be another pun.Satan..Videl...hehe. I crack myself up sometimes)
Embarrassed by his overreaction to the thunder, Gohan returned boldly to the study door. He opened it.
Nothing leaped at him.
The only light issued from the desk lamp, leaving deep and dangerous shadows throughout the room. Nevertheless, Gohan was able to see that the minikin was not on the floor immediately beyond the doorway. He stepped across the threshold, fumbled for the wall switch, and turned on the ceiling light. Quicker than a litter of black cats, shadows fled behind and under the furniture.
In the sudden brightness, the minikin was not revealed.
Timidly, he entered the room keeping check on everything around him. Though the insanity of being afraid of a doll plagued his mind, he could not let loose the feeling that this mannequin was more than it seemed. In a sense he believed it was more than he could ever comprehend, but what he hell could a doll do. Well for starters, a newly discovered fact in history was revealed showing that they can, number one, grow from nothing into a lizard like thing, two, they sprout arms, three, walk away, and four, become intelligent into making Gohan his prey. Prey. That word stuck in his mind. He was the prey. Not the doll. The doll wasn't fearing for it's well-being. The aura that surrounded the doll was evil. Deadly. It wanted Gohan dead. It was as if it's entire life surrounded that one purpose. To kill him. Gohan, no matter how powerful he may be, was afraid. He could not sense the doll's ki anywhere in the room, or house as a matter of fact, saying that it either was too weak for him to detect or, it wasn't a living being at all. He was being hunted by a living, breathing incarnation of Chuckie. Gohan closed the door and stood with his back against it.
The doll was no longer against the wall. It had indeed moved.
Under the gooseneck desk lamp were two ragged scraps of white cotton fabric. Although they were somewhat shredded, they had a recognizable mitten like shape-obviously the cloth that had been covering the thing's hands. They appeared to have been torn off-or chewed off at the wrists to free the creatures hands from confinement.
Thunder crashed. Lightening sprouted. Something was going to happen. The wind started to brew once more adding to the harshness of the pouring rain.
Curious as to how bad the storm was, he slowly edged his way over to the window, pulled aside the fabric drape, and glanced outside.
The wind blew the tree's as if they were nothing, the rain cascaded in blinding sheets giving him a view of only the nearest landscaping.
Gohan moved to the second window. He shook the drape. No lizard-like mannequin fell. Spreading the material, lifting it away from the wall and the window, Gohan leaned in, looked up, and immediately saw the minikin hanging above him, not from the liner of the drape, but from the brass rod, suspended upside-down by an obscenely black glistening black tail that had sprouted from the white cotton fabric. The thing's two hands, no longer like mittens, sprouted from ragged white cotton sleeves, were mottled black and sour yellow, curled tightly against it's chest: four bony fingers and an opposable thumb, as well defined as the hands of a human being, but also exhibiting reptilian quality, each digit tipped with tiny but wickedly pointed claws.
During the two or three eerily and impossibly attenuated seconds of stunned immobility, when it seemed that the very flow of time had nearly come to a stop, Gohan had an impression of hot green eyes glaring from a loose white sack, numerous small yellow teeth that had evidently chewed open the crossed black sutures , and even a pebbled black tongue with a flickering fork tip.
Then a blaze of lightening thawed the moment of heart-freezing confrontation.
The minikin hissed.
Its tail unwound from the brass rod.
It dropped strait a Gohan's face.
He ducked his head, pulled back.
Hissing, the doll-thing landed on Gohan's head. It's tiny claws scrabbled determinedly through his thick black hair and pierced his scalp.
Howling, he swiped at the creature with his left hand.
The minikin held fast.
Gohan clutched it by the back of its neck and, mercilessly squeezing its throat, tore it off his head.
The beast squirmed in his grip.
A wet guttural snarl issued from the minikin, and it gnashed its teeth, trying to bite his fingers, striving to sink its claws into him again.
The creature's cold, slick tail slithered around Gohan's wrist, and the feel of it was so singularly repulsive that he gagged with disgust. With all of his might, he threw the beast at the opposite wall.
He heard it shrieking as it flew across the room and then heard the shriek cut off abruptly as it thudded hard against the far wall, leaving a dent.
The hideous minikin was crumpled on the carpet at the far side of the room, near the door. For an instant Gohan thought the thing was dead, but then it shook itself, moved.
Thrusting his right hand out in front of him, Gohan took a step forward to the intruder, intending of finishing it off. The mound of drapery fabric on the floor snared his feet. He stumbled, lost his balance, and slammed into the floor.
With his left cheek flat against the carpet, he now shared the murderous minikin's plane of view, though from a tilted perspective. He was staring at his diminutive adversary, which had risen to its feet.
The creature stood as erect as a man, trailing its six-inch black tail, still dressed in the cotton fabric.
Outside the storm was reaching a crescendo, hammering the night with a greater barrage of lightening and thunder then it had thus far.
The creature sprinted at Gohan, white cotton cloth flapping like tattered banners.
Gohan's right arm stretched out in front of him and fired two blasts of ki in quick succession. One of the blasts must have his the minikin, because it flew off its feet. It tumbled backward all the way to the wall.
The damn thing should have been devastated, as stone dead as any human taking a blast like that to the chest. It should have been smashed, shattered, blown to bits.
Instead the thing rose to its feet racking with anger. The tail slid back and forth on the floor, claws clenched, fists tightened.
Gohan lay there nauseated and shaking.
The thing pulled its hands into the air and looked up to the ceiling.
A glowing aura escaped from the chest of the monster. Green. It moved across the room slowly, snake-like, slithering around to a destination. Gohan knew it's destination.
He immediately attempted to rise to his feet and run to the door, but was frozen.
No.
The glowing green essence moved closer ever so slowly.
He closed his eyes still unable to move.
He felt it. Cold. He felt his life being drained out from his core.
The pain. It hurt. So bad.
His eyes shot open. He was glowing. Gold. But the light was being stolen.
The golden light radiating from his body slithered away from him. He attempted to reach out, get it back, but he was paralyzed on the floor.
Following the trail left by the green aura of the monster, his light, his power, his ki, his life was sucked into the minikin's chest as if is was water going down a drain. Swirling into oblivion.
The minikin shrieked with delight at the stolen power. It fell into a sitting possession and sighed. It was content and clearly happy.
Gohan felt empty. He had no energy, no life left within his body. His power was stolen, sucked away by this monster.
But he was able to move again. Gohan slowly rose into a crawling position grabbing his heaving chest. Sweat and blood poured freely from his scalp leaving his face painted with stripes.
THE DEADLINE IS DAWN.
He didn't understand that message at all. What deadline, for God's sake? Who established it? What did he have to do to meet the deadline.
TICKTOCK.
Oh, he understood that message well enough. Time was running out. The night was passing as fast as the rain was falling outside, and if he didn't get his act together, then he was going to be toast before sunrise. He no longer had confidence in the situation. He was defenseless.
TICKTOCK.
He will be toast for the hungry minikin.
TICKTOCK.
Munch, munch. Crunch, crunch.
THE DEADLINE IT DAWN.
TICKTOCK, KANAHAN.
TICKTOCK.
I've Got a Luverly Bunch of Coconuts, Didlede
Okay. So she was driving aimlessly down the Californian coast. No biggy. Even though she had no idea and where she was going to end up, or even when she was gonna go home, she thought nothing of it. Though it was still down pouring, she wasn't worried about being near the ocean at such a time. It was as if she knew where the was going, what was going to happen, and yet, she had no clue what her mind was saying. Where was she going? Why was she heading south? Why did she feel she needed to get ... wherever. Her woman's intuition had never been wrong before, but can this even be considered intuition? I mean, even a woman's mind has it's limits.
So Videl wasn't worried, but she was curious as hell as to what she was doing. She couldn't turn around now. No. It would just waste time. But what time would be wasted? Why did she even know time would be wasted. Alright, so she was not only curious, but very very confused. Though, still, she was not afraid.
But that nagging in the back of her mind never subsided. Yes, she drove on, and yes, she followed her will, but she felt as if she wasn't going to make it...make her deadline.
She felt time slipping away from her. From her present. From her future. And her past was creeping up with dreadful memories attacking her from all sides.
She went faster.
She felt her heart speed up with the car.
Videl was excited. She never was excited. Lately she had been running low on energy, well, for the past five years of her life she's been low on that push that would get you through the day. What dazzled her, though, was that this sudden rush power surging through her veins giving her power over reality, came at the same time she lost her power over her mind. Her dreams. It was all too much information to process for now. All she wanted to do was explode, let out all of this energy building up to the boiling point. She couldn't, though. It would waste time.
All the while along the coast, her mind kept time.
Ticktock.
Time was running out. She knew that one thing. The only information her mind could process was that one fact. Time was slipping away, and though her destination was a mystery, she knew there was not much farther to go. But even less time remained.
Ticktock.
Her heart sped up, pumping adrenaline through her veins.
She had to make it.
Ticktock.
Psychiatry
Dark.
He groped his way around using his hands as his new found eyes.
That little monster.
Having gotten a new rush of temporary stamina, he attempted to go down the stairs of his home, but failed miserably.
Gohan felt as if he has worn glasses all his life, but then they were just stripped away from him. He couldn't see, hear, or smell nearly as well as he could before. Now, he was fully human. 100% home grown earthling, and that really sucked. He never knew how bad they actually had it.
The lights were out.
All he could here was the pitpat of rain on the roof.
He didn't know where the minikin was.
He was a sitting duck. Well, not a duck, but the sitting part was correct.
Taptap.
There it was. Not the sound of rain, but of something else, silent, but all too clear. The doll was around here. He couldn't move, the thing would hear him, but it could possibly see him already. He had to get away.
He had to get out of the house.
Sitting there, he realized how crazy the events of earlier were. That little lizard thing had intelligence. It could learn. It could teach. It could adapt. The little thing new how to freaking short circuit the entire house for Christ's sake!
His options were short.
Taptap.
He couldn't fly.
Pitpat.
Couldn't see.
Crunch snap.
The monster was hunting him.
The monster was playing with him.
He had to move, but he couldn't. He couldn't see. His muscles were tired, his hands were shaking, he was terrified.
He was trapped in the little thing's game.
Using the stairway railing to balance himself, he stood up.
Blind as a bat.
Thunder sounded, lightening pierced the sky.
There.
In that short burst of light, he was able to have a good guess as to where he was, but the location of the minikin was still unknown. He knew it could see him, hear him, smell him. It took part of his life away to become part of its own being. Not only did the monster have the power of intelligence, but the power of a worrior. A Saiyan worrior.
He was in the middle of the stairwell, the straight-ahead hallway at the bottom lead to the kitchen which lead to the laundry room. From there he could grope for the keys, quickly get into the garage, and drive away in his car. That sounded like a good plan. The only problem was well, the monster could trap him half way and without Gohan realizing it, the thing could jump him and rip out his eyes. But when you come to think of it, standing here isn't much better.
He felt the blood on his face dry and the hair on his head had fallen flat. He knew he looked like a wreck, and if he happened to encounter anyone on his drive, well...they might get just a little freaked out.
Taptap.
Shit. It was right behind him.
Gohan quickly spun around on the steps nearly falling over. He could see it's eyes, glowing green.
Cursing, Gohan raced blindly down the last stairs, as he came off the last step, he heard a low glottal hiss. Not good.
He turned right, into the dining room. The brass and milk glass chandelier shed a soft light on the polished top of the hard maple table. Good Windex, good.
As Gohan pushed through the swinging door to the kitchen, the minikin squealed behind him.
Good, he was in the kitchen. He turned left and rushed towards the laundry room not ten feet away.
Slowing down his pace, he reached out his hand for the door knob, found it, and quickly opened the door to find his keys right on the hook where he left them. They jangled, their flat and unmusical ring chimed threatening the secrecy of his plan.
The easy action pivot hinges on the door to the dining room swung so smoothly that the minikin was able to squeeze into the kitchen close on Gohan's tail( - Haha..that was a pun..sorta')
With the keys ringing in his hand he didn't dare to look back, but he could hear the tiny thing's clawed feet click-click-clicking against the hardwood floor. He quickly slammed the door behind him before the minikin could follow.
No lock. Didn't matter.
Past the washer and dryer was the door connecting to the garage. He opened the door, walked through, and slammed it behind him.
In the garage, the lights were still on.
On this side of the door, the lock could only be activated by use of a key. He didn't see any point in taking the time to lock it.
The big overhead garage door rumbled upward when Gohan tapped the wall switch, and storm wind chuffed like a pack of dogs at the widening space at the bottom.
He hurriedly circled the convertible to the driver's side.
The garage lights blanked out, and the roll-up door stopped rising still blocking half the exit.
No.
The minikin couldn't have gotten through those two closed doors. No way no how.
Franticly Gohan pawed his way through the darkness to find the chain so he could disconnect it from the motor. He couldn't find it.
Giving up he quickly went over to the roll-up door and tried to lift it. He couldn't. Damn it. He had no strength left. All of his energy was drained from him.
Damn it. This wouldn't of happened if he had just gone to dinner. If he had just followed his stomach everything would be normal.
Normal.
He stood there, wind and rain bashing his legs.
What was normal?
Click-click-tap.
No.
"Screw the door..."
He raced over to the car, hopped in, and revved the engine.
Looking through his rearview mirror he expected to see the minikin in the driveway, green eyes glaring, but the a nearby street-lamp proved his feeling wrong.
Putting the car in reverse, he put the pedal to the metal and crashed through the door.
In the whaling wind, the roll-up door merely blew away into the neighbor's yard.
He'll apologize later.
Into the torrents of rain he went, switching on the windshield wipers, and continued into the street.
As Gohan shifted the car out of reverse, he was stricken by an unsettling premonition: "I'll never see this place again."
He was driving far too fast for a residential neighborhood, almost flying, casting up ten-foot-high wings of water as he raced through a flooded intersection, but he was unwilling to slow down. He felt that the gates of Hell had been flung open and that each creature among the legion of monstrosities seething out of those portals was intent on the same pray: Son Gohan.
Maybe it was foolish to believe demons existed, and it was certainly foolish to believe - if they did exist - that he could outrun them by way of 300 horsepower sport car. Nevertheless, he drove on as if persued by Satan. (- Hehe..could be another pun.Satan..Videl...hehe. I crack myself up sometimes)