Sorry for the long time between updates… I normally hate to do that… I have thought up of a new plan: Remember that whole "there will only be seven chapters" deal I had before? Well, I crumbled that up, and threw it in the trash. If I were to continue and make this chapter the WHOLE second day, it would take another week PLUS it would be over fifteen thousand words probably. So, I have decided to make small (around four thousand…) chapters, which gives me the option for cliff hangers! I hope you guys love cliff hangers… Because I do…
Yeah… So, enjoy it… Also, if you are reading this… Please review… I have, at the time of this update, thirty-three hits… And four reviews… I would highly appreciate everyone who reads to review… I finally made it so you can review without registering, so if you haven't registered yet, you can review…
Also, thanks to Cyram for ideas and for editing, and deathbyhugs for the new summary, if you guys didn't notice... I'm not much of a summary maker... And, thanks to all of you punks who take time to actually read what I have to write...
Alright, alright… Before I write a story for my little introduction… Here is the story…
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The ring of the telephone, which was much louder than what it normally was, jumped into my dreams and pulled me back to reality. I fumbled around on the nightstand for the phone. This better be good, I thought just before I pressed the Talk button.
"Hello?" I said. My voice was obviously low and drawn out, since I did just wake up. But what could the person on the other end expect calling me, of all people, early in the morning? I didn't know what time it was yet, as I hadn't opened up my eyes yet, but I figured it was early. Silence was all that was heard on the other side of the phone. "Hello?" I repeated again, a little louder, just incase they didn't hear me the first time. Silence. "Hello?" I repeated once more, getting louder. A low click was heard on the other side, as the dial tone rung in my ears. I slammed the phone back on the receiver and thought about trying to go back to sleep. I glanced over at the clock, which read 11:32 A.M. Cyram was most likely up, knowing him. My nickname may be Bird, but I surely wasn't an early Bird.
I kicked the covers off of me, and rolled out of bed. I made my way slowly, and wobbly, out of the bedroom. I nearly tripped over my shoes, which were placed where I kicked them last night. Right in front of the door way.
"Good going," I said to myself, aloud. I tend to talk to myself whenever I do something stupid, or mess up on things. Normally it is a curse word, but I've tried to calm my cursing down since I was about fifteen. I used to curse pretty much every other word… So, I decided that I would quit one day. Sad thing is, nobody told me how hard it was to quit. Kinda like smoking.
I opened up the bedroom door, and walked over to the bathroom. Cyram wasn't in the living room, nor the kitchen. I didn't hear him downstairs, so there was a slight chance that he was sleeping. The bathroom light was still on, and the door was opened the same way it was last night, which is abnormal. The wind normally moves it. I suppose that signifies that it is a nice day out, eh?
I closed the bathroom door, which always makes a loud sound. If Cyram was listening for me to be awake, he just got his cue. I turned on the sink, putting it all the way on cold. I began my "morning ritual" by cupping my hands under the freezing cold water that was coming from the sink. I put my head near the sink, and splashed myself in the face, in an effort to wake up. The splash was so refreshing, especially since it was hot as heck last night. I let the water drip from my face over the sink for a few moments, and then I made my way to the toilet and took a long, morning piss. This also felt refreshing. To conclude my "morning ritual", I took out my toothbrush, applied some toothpaste, and began brushing my teeth. Everything else from here varied. I spit out the remainder of the toothpaste, and exited the bathroom, turning off the light.
I was hoping to be greeted by Cyram just opening the door, but the closed door stood there laughing in my face. I actually stood there for a time, staring back at the door. I let out a short chuckle, but the telephone ring ruined my moment. I dashed towards my room, jumped over my bed, which sort of divided the room, and took the phone in my hands.
"Hello?" I said to the phone hoping that it was an actual person this time.
"'Ello, mate," a familiar voice said on the other end.
"Hey, Colomb," I said, figuring it was him. His real name was Christian, but we all called him Colomb. The name originated from his native country, Colombia, even though he says he wasn't born there. He really wasn't, but we all tease him about it, for some odd reason. Childhood moments that just stuck to us. "You didn't happen to call a few minutes ago, did you?" I said glancing at the clock, which said 11:46 A.M.
"Umm… No… I just wanted to see if we were still doing what we planned on today," he said, with some uncertainty.
"Oh, of course! Cyram is going to be thrilled to see you," I said with some major sarcasm. I was a very sarcastic individual. I used sarcasm in pretty much everything. He let out a small chuckle.
"Alright, I'll be there around one."
"Yeah, on the dot. You better not be late…," I sarcastically threatened him. If he came a little late, I wouldn't care, but that normally gets them here on time.
"I won't be, you stupid German. See ya," he said hanging up. To this day, I still don't understand his logic by him calling me a "stupid German." Along with calling me German, he calls me a Jew and a Nazi. I am about fifteen percent German, I'm Catholic, and I wasn't alive during the Nazi regime. I think he calls me a Nazi because I am a little German, but not all Germans were Nazis. Then again, I do have blue eyes and I used to have light colored hair, so I suppose I could have been part of the Aryan race… And the fact that I have Neo Nazi Skin Head like hair didn't help my cause either… But still…
As I finished pondering, I put the phone back on the receiver and thought about the first interaction between Colomb and Cyram in a long time. They were fierce, I use that term loosely, rivals back when we were teenagers. Colomb called Cyram a stupid, fat, gay guy from Arkansas, while Cyram took it and laughed about it. I suppose the reason why Colomb kept calling him that, along with many other names, was because Cyram didn't really care what he had to say. I joined Colomb in the bombardment a lot, but I have learned better of it. They never could prove anything to each other, since they did live a few thousand miles away from each other, but between the arguments, they said that they would fight if they ever met. It was very comical, and Colomb would get into it a lot of the times, while Cyram didn't really acknowledge it. They are meeting for the first time today, around one o'clock, so it should be a blast.
I heard the creaking on the basement stairs. I loved how the stairs creaked, gave me a good sense of when someone was coming up from below. They have been creaky ever since I moved in, but I never bothered fixing it. You never know when an assassin will break into your basement, and walk up in an attempt to kill you…
I hopped over the bed, out of the room, and met Cyram just as he opened up the basement steps.
"Was not expecting you to be awake this early," he said with a look of surprise on his face.
"Yeah, I've been up for a while now. Some solicitor called me up before around eleven thirty and woke me up," I explained to him.
"Oh, I can imagine how that angered you, you of all people love to sleep for around twelve hours...," he said with a chuckle.
"Yes, I was very mad. I figured you were up – "
"Yeah, I have been up for about two hours," he said cutting me off.
"What have you been doing?" I asked him, ignoring that he cut me off. That's one of many things that you can do to make me angry.
"Well, I just woke up, watched the weather, and then just flipped through looking at the channels you have available.
"I see," I said. I very rarely watched television programs. I use my television mostly for gaming, and for some movies. I watched the news sometimes, but I think it's all just a hoax.
"So, what is for breakfast then?"
"Umm… I was thinking about going out for something, but if you wanted to eat here that's fine by me."
"Hmph, should we not watch the news then for some more information on what occurred last night?" I figured he already watched the news, or just forgot about it. I suppose both assumptions were wrong. Well, you know what they say about assuming…
"Alright, let's watch the news and then go out for pancakes or something."
"Yokay then!" he said turning to the living room. He plopped down at the far end of the couch, and sat down at the near end. I grabbed the remote, turned on the plasma, and put on the news quickly. "Let's just hope we haven't missed the update."
"I'm pretty sure they will be talking about this all day. The news tends to wring their stories dry until there is nothing left to it," I said. Besides sarcasm, I enjoyed using metaphors and similes. Just some of the effects from over a dozen years of literature and English courses.
"I hope – "
"I'm sure all of you have heard about the incidents yesterday evening at the Newark Airport. We have much more information on the story to report. Here is Kelly Kennedy, reporting live from the Newark Airport. Kelly," David Wang, lead anchor of Channel Three news, said cutting Cyram off mid-sentence.
"Thank you, David. Today, doctors and scientists are still trying to find out exactly what happened last night at the Newark Airport. They have been investigating the five bodies that were involved in the two incidents. Out of the five bodies, two of them are still alive. Those two would be the paramedic and the man that was bitten in the first flight. The pilot, the passenger who bit the pilot, and the passenger who attacked the paramedic have all been killed. The pilot never saw daylight after the plane crash, and the passenger who bit the paramedic was killed as well. However, the passenger who bit the pilot awakened during operations and attacked a doctor, nearly killing him. He was immediately shot down and killed. The doctor has been treated heavily, but is still hospitalized. The three living bodies' conditions will be updated whenever we get any information. Back to you, David," Kelly said. Before David could say anything else, I turned off the television, letting the information sink in for a moment.
"Well then… this is beginning to sound more and more like the zombies from Resident Evil," Cyram said, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, and I saw Wesker walking down the street yesterday. Cyram, be practical: Zombies don't exist," I said. It did sound pretty convincing, to be honest, but still. I think thinking of zombies is already a pretty irrational thought. But, I'm no detective.
"Well, can you prove that they don't exist?" he said. This was always a constant question of his. Prove it. Got any proof? Always needs proof.
"No, of course I don't have any proof. What, do you think that Capcom went insane and started to actually create what they made in their video games? What's next, a hedgehog running at amazing speeds is going to come at my door requesting me to move because Eggman is about to launch a bomb at Earth?"
"You loved Sonic a bit too much back then; and no, I'm just saying, that nobody knows much of anything of the topic for the moment, and I have to say that I think that this is a pretty fair assumption."
"And I think that you're an idiot. Is that not a fair assumption?" He let out a long drawn out sigh, and sank back into his seat.
"I am just saying that it would not be surprising if it actually happened," he said, calming down.
"It could be, but I think that it is best for the professionals to look into this more. We don't know shit. They could just be lying to us. I didn't see any visual evidence, did you? Of course not, because there was none. That's just another idea… But it's probably wrong… Listen, let's just forget about it," I said, trying to get off the topic.
"Oh… Kay then. What is for breakfast then?"
"I don't feel like cooking… What do you want?"
"Can you even cook at all?" he said laughing.
"I'll cook tonight. Happy?" I said laughing with him.
"Err…I don't think I would enjoy that… I think…But for breakfast, do you have any good diner places around here then?" he asked. Barky's is a chain that they made back in '10. It is a very good breakfast diner place.
"There is Barky's, and in case you don't know what a Barky's is, it is a chain that they made back in 2010. It is a very good breakfast diner place and they practically have a Barky's in pretty much every city in the U.S.!" I said laughing. Kinda like how McDonald's and Dunkin Donuts were. They sort of cut them down, but there are still millions of them.
"Ok, then sure, I think I actually have a… Barky's, hate that name, back in my town, but I've never actually been within thirty feet of it."
"Alright, go get dressed… And hurry up… I'm hungry, too," I said, laughing. Cyram laughed as well, as he got up from the couch, stretching out his arms.
"Nag, Nag, Nag" He said as he wandered into the basement. I got up as well, and started for the bedroom. As I entered, I noticed that it was 12:03 P.M. About an hour until Colomb arrives, which means that we should probably pick up the pace. I quickly got changed into a black t-shirt, and khaki jean shorts, which happened to have six pockets. I slipped into my all black shoes, grabbed my cell phone, and exited the room.
Cyram was still downstairs when I came out. I glanced up at the clock in the kitchen, which read 12:07 P.M. About fifteen seconds later, Cyram started to come upstairs. He was wearing tight jeans and a long black shirt, along with black dress shoes.
"Okay! Let's get going," he said sounding really excited.
"Right…" I said, rolling my eyes. We went the back way through the kitchen. For some reason, I always hated going through the front door. I don't really know why… Since the remote on my key-chain was still busted, I couldn't use the auto-start up button. Instead, I opened up my door first, got in, and unlocked his. I started up the car, and pulled out of the driveway.
"When in the world are you going to get that shit fixed?" he asked.
"I sent a letter in the mail a few days ago, should come in soon. Why the hell are you so interested, anyway?" I asked. Really… Why is he so interested?
"Because I am obsessive compulsive!"
"It's no big deal. It might have stalled us a second or two. Not like we are rushing for anything, anyway," I lied. Of course we were rushing, why else would I be going over the speed limit right now? Speed limit laws started to get enforced after I got my license. They used to be a lot looser, obviously, but a year after I got my license, and the accidents per year because of speeding ratio started to get higher, they decided to enforce it more. Also, local crimes have been decreasing. Cops are everywhere. That is the only part of the updated law that I liked… Cops should be everywhere… That is their job…
"So, what are we going to do after we finish eating?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing? If I recall correctly, you said you had a lot of stuff planned for today."
"Let's just say that it will be a day of firsts."
"You know I hate surprises…Gahh! Bitch." We both started to laugh.
"You can turn on the radio if you want," I said wanting to get off the subject.
"You are telling this to someone whom did not listen to music for the first fourteen years of their life?"
"Alrighty then…" I began picking up the pace, going fifteen miles over the speed limit. There was practically nobody on the road, which was kind of weird for such a nice day that it is today. I guess everybody is where they are supposed to be already…
About three minutes later, 12:17 P.M., we arrived at the parking lot of Barky's.
"Here we are," I said pulling into a spot right by the entrance. Normally this place is packed, but I guess everyone got breakfast already. It was the afternoon, but the place was open until one o'clock. Assuming that they only serve breakfast… That's pretty cool, especially since I normally don't wake up early, and this is the perfect place to go if you don't feel like cooking. I turned the car off, and we got out. I'm hoping that this should take about twenty minutes, twenty-five tops, and that should give us enough time to make it home in time for the Colombian. While pushing the door open, I spotted a familiar face. I actually stopped in the middle of opening up the door.
"What in the hell are doing?" Cyram said. What the hell is he doing here? I questioned myself. "What happened?" Cyram asked again. I let go of the handle, and the door shut.
"Nothing, everything is fine," I said.
"It sort of is not, hence you are standing outside of the place, whilst you were so excited to come here in the first place, something has to be up, besides the sky you smart-ass," he said, stating the obvious.
"Okay, forget it," I said, barging into Barky's. "Actually… You wait here. One second," I said, shutting the door and walking over to the familiar face.
"What in the – "
"What the hell are you doing here!" I whispered to Colomb. He had a plate full of pancakes in front of him.
"Eating breakfast. What the hell are you doing here? Where's fat boy?" he said.
"He's outside, waiting for – " I stopped as the door bells jingled. I looked back, and saw Cyram walking quickly over by me and Colomb.
"It – " I put my hand over Colomb's mouth, which I actually regret since it was full with pancakes and syrup, before he could say anything more.
"Who's that?" Cyram asked the obvious question.
"Uh… I don't – "
"It's me, you stupid fat bastard," Colomb said swatting my arm out of the way. Without him noticing, I whipped my hand on his sleeve. Cyram's head twitched in surprise.
"What in the hell is he doing here?" he asked me.
"He was supposed to meet us at my house at one o'clock, but he decided to wait till the last minute to get a meal," I said.
"Shut up, you stupid German. I didn't expect you to come here. Now, let me eat, I'm starving."
"Whatever," I said, sighing. Cyram still looked surprised. "Well?" I said to Colomb.
"What!" he said, obviously irritated.
"Aren't you going to invite us to eat with you?" I said, laughing.
"I don't give a fuck," he said, digging into his plate.
"Alright, Cyram, let's go get some food," I said, walking towards the small line of people.
"What are you getting?" Cyram asked, just as we joined the line of people. He was gazing up at the menu.
"I'm getting the number two," I said. The number two was three pieces of the best French toast I've ever had.
"Ah, French Toast lover I see," he said laughing. "Let's see… What do I want — Pineapple! I'll take the number seven.
"Jeez, have to get the most expensive thing up there?" I said. I didn't laugh, but I made it obvious that I wasn't serious.
"I'll pay for the damn thing… And the tip… Okay, half of the tip" he said, sensing my sarcasm. About two minutes later, it was our turn to order.
"Welcome to Barky's, what can I get 'cha?" a large black lady said, sounding like a cafeteria lady. I glanced at Cyram, who twitched.
"The number two and the number seven," I said. She punched a few numbers into the cash register.
"Total is twelve ninety-five," she said opening up the cash register. I tossed her a ten and three ones, and she put the bills in the register, pulled out a nickel, and gave it to me with the receipt. "Should be ready in a few minutes," she said.
"Thanks," I said. I glanced back at Colomb, who was almost done with his meal. Knowing him, he is probably going to want to go back home or tell us to meet him somewhere.
"Well then, I am guessing that that is what you had planned?" he said, breaking the short silence.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you said that you were not in a rush, yet you went fifteen miles over the speed limit, which seems – "
"No, we were supposed to come here, eat, and then get back home for one o'clock, when he was supposed to show up. Apparently, he had the same idea as us," I said. I hate to cut people off, but he normally comes up with really long, drawn out theories that are normally false. Well… Saying that a theory that is normally false kind of defeats the purpose of making a theory…
"Ok then…," he said.
"Order up!" the lady said coming over, doing a dance with two trays. Cyram started to laugh out of no where, as we picked up our trays.
"What's so funny?" I asked him, making my way around chairs that should have been pushed in, tables, and the like, to get to Colomb's table.
"You didn't find her funny?" he said, following.
"No… She always does that…," I said, as we arrived at Colomb's table, which was conveniently located by the little service station, where the forks, knives, spoons, sugar etc., were located. I looked over my shoulder at Colomb as I pulled out a fork and knife and a handful of the sugar packets. He was already finished, and his tray wasn't with him.
"I'd love to sit and chat with ya, but I have one more thing to do. Call me when you guys are done," he said getting up and stretching.
"I figured you were going to do that," I said laughing. "Alright, I'll call you when we're done."
"Kay. See ya," Colomb said in Cyram's direction
"Okay then," Cyram said, setting down his tray, pulling up a chair, and sitting down. We ate in silence, munching on our breakfast. Cyram had the oddest way of eating his meal. He was eating with all of his food in bite sized pieces, and his left hand held the fork upside down while the right hand holds the knife. I suppose everybody has their own eating styles…
Beyond that, I'm pretty sure Cyram was mad about the whole Colomb thing. I suppose I'll have to interrogate later… Finishing my French toast, I tossed away the tray and anything else that remained inside of it, and, turning around, saw Cyram coming up behind me. I stepped aside from the garbage, and Cyram tossed his tray in the garbage.
"You are going to be okay hanging out with Colomb, right?" I finally asked him.
"Yea, why wouldn't I be?" he said, looking at me like I'm crazy. I felt the tension release.
"I don't know… You didn't seem too happy to see him earlier."
"It's called, shockism…" he said, as we started to depart from Barky's.
"Right… Alright, let me call up the punk," I said, pulling out my cell phone. I flipped it up, scrolled through phone numbers, picked Colomb, and pressed Talk. The scroll wheels on cell phones these days are amazing… Better than those stupid arrows a few years back…
"'Elo?" Colomb said on the other end. I heard really fast Spanish speaking people in the background.
"Uh… Yeah… Well, we are done here… Are you going to be able to come?" I said. The loud speaking turned into screams, it was pretty loud.
"Yeah, why not?" he said, giving a little chuckle.
"Well – " Colomb screaming Spanish at the people in the background cut me off.
"Continue," he said. The background was silent.
"Right… Yeah, like I was saying, we are finished here… Meet at my place?"
"Sure. I'll be there in ten. I just gotta finish up here."
"Alright, see you then," I said hanging up. I put the cell phone back into my pocket, and made my way to the car.
"He's coming, right?" Cyram said. Unlike most cell phones, the conversation I had with Colomb couldn't be heard by someone who was standing twenty feet away from me.
"Yeah, he just has to finish up at home," I said, opening up my door and unlocked Cyram's. He hopped inside of the car. I looked at the clock, as the car started. This time, I put on the radio.
Around five minutes later, 1:04 P.M., there was a strange scene on the side of the road. A pack of about five rats were chasing two little children, who were running along on the side of the street. The kids were running towards a man, who was probably their father, and the rats were catching up on them. The two children were both blondes, and both seemed to be male twins. They were wearing identical blue over-alls, with flannel short sleeved shirts underneath. Ironically enough, the father was a blonde and had very similar clothing.
"What the hell?" Cyram said, awakening from his little dose and finally noticing the rats. I started to honk my horn, trying to get the rats attention off of the children. That didn't work.
"We gotta do something." I quickly thought up a plan, as I sped up towards the children.
