Samurai Boomer: Peace of Night

Episode 3

Secret7

Boomer and Jack were getting near the base, Brad could tell. It was like he was able to see them. But he didn't want to... Why did all the horrible things happen to him?

I hope they can free me...god help me... he thought to himself. He was dying and he knew it. But he wouldn't become a monster, he told himself. He wouldn't give in. He wouldn't...would he?

"Remember this place now, Jack?" Boomer asked, smirking.

They were walking through a dense forest in the middle of the night, drawing near a large tower-like structure.

"Yes. This is where we were kidnapped three years ago. I'm guessing Brad's in a familiar area of it?"

"Yeah. I remember flying past the dungeony place when we were blowing the joint."

"What?"

Boomer sighed. "When we were LEAVING," he said.

"Look, I just do not entirely understand your dialect," Jack said.

"I understand." He paused. "Wait...no I don't. What's a 'dialect'?"

There was the rustling of leaves. Jack's eyes narrowed.

"Enemies," he whispered. "Get prepared to attack."

"Hold on to your seats and prepare to board the plane to Kickass Land!" Boomer said, whipping out his katana. Noticing the puzzled look on Jack's face, he quickly dropped the subject and began to fight. The figures burst out of the bushes. They were strange...the oddest part about them was that they were human.

Boomer had never seen that many human minions in his life, mainly because humans were much more intelligent and slightly weaker in combat compared to their machine counterparts. It was strange also, because of their eyes...their strange, shadowy eyes. He found himself getting lost in them...it was like they were familiar somehow. He'd seen these 'people' in his visions...

Boomer felt a piercing pain in his neck, and quickly leapt back, slicing at the minion and incapacitating him. Boomer's neck was bleeding.

"Oww...damnit!"

"Boomer, watch your langua--"

Jack was grabbed by the throat, and one of the demonic men attempted to bite down on him. Boomer, seeing this just in time, quickly flew by, grabbing Jack away from the nightmarish creature.

Needless to say, Boomer was pissed off. He clutched his sword and dove forward, stabbing one of the minions in the heart. It fell over, and it was dead. Boomer shook his head.

"The harder they are, the bigger they fall! Wait, no...that's not it...it's--" Boomer's reflexes kicked in, and he dodged the figure he thought he had just killed a second ago.

"Whoa...wait a second here...you're dead!" Boomer exclaimed.

"Of course I am. I've been dead for the last 400 years," he said.

In a blinding rage, Boomer sliced at his opponent, who retaliated with a sword of his own. There was a clash of metal, and the monster's sword snapped in two. Boomer thought quickly—the head was in control of the body, so—

There was a bloody thwack, and the demon's head hit the ground. Boomer wasn't smiling, however. He had never had to take a human life before. But as he looked at it, he realized that the body wasn't human at all. Its body rapidly was turning from a skeleton to dust, there was an explosion of light, and it was gone. Boomer was taken aback. He then got a determined look in his eyes. These things, whatever they were, weren't human. He pulled back his sword, now knowing the enemies' weakness, and continued to fight.

Brad was huddled in a corner of the cell, shaking. He was hearing footsteps. It was him. The one...

"Hello, boy," said the person. The one Brad stared at looked like a child of about 12 year's age. But Brad knew the truth about the "boy". The monster pulled out a small key, and opened the door.

"Please...no..." Brad pleaded.

"Have you ever wanted to live for eternity?" asked the boy.

Brad shook his head.

"No? I did. And now I do. But all I know, and soon all you will know--" he said, grabbing Brad.

"Is the Peace of Night," the boy said, digging his fangs into Brad. There was a bloodcurdling scream which echoed into the darkness.

Brad awoke in some kind of hospital room. He couldn't see right...everything was strange. It was like his vision was blurred...

He could smell his clone coming toward him...

Wait...how can you smell someone?

His stomach ached abruptly, and he closed his eyes. Boomer walked into the room.

"I hate hospitals," Boomer said. "I'm sorry you got kidnapped an' stuff. At least we were able to save you...Aw, man. I feel so bad. I should of looked after you more. Are...you OK?" Boomer asked.

"Yes..." Brad murmured. He stared at Boomer's neck. "I'm just a little...thirsty..."

To be continued...