My name is Will. I hail from a little place called Nova Scotia. If you don't know where
that is it's the little "almost island" off the right side of Canada. check Goggle maps if
you need help … HI. Anyway it was a hot night in June when closing time finally rolled
around. I had to finish with the shelves and stocking so I stayed until the parking lot was
empty. I didn't mind that fact because nothing criminal really happened in my town. I
dug in my pocket for my car keys then waved my self out to the janitor. Yawning I
opened the door and stepped out into the warm summer air I heard it lock behind me and
the janitors headphones started barking some lines from Vicinity of obscenity. I grinned I
could scream bloody murder and he wouldn't hear a peep.
I jogged across the parking lot towards my car, a 1995 Pontiac grand am, what where you
expecting? I work at Canadian tire. The door squealed as I pulled it open and plopped
myself in the driver seat. I pulled down my mirror and brushed my dark brown hair out of
my eyes and rubbed the stubble on my face, I'd shave it later if I had the energy. As I
pulled out of the parking lot I looked at my cars dash tape deck/clock (Cause I kick it old
school, pathetic) the time was still flashing I thought back a couple months to the missing
Five minutes and how I was able to spend that time with Aimee (my girlfriend) twice.
The quarter moon was blacked out for a second but I dismissed it for a cloud as I shifted
the station "Baby, baby, baby ooh! " fuck no I shouted quickly switching to the news."
War in the middle east, terrorism preparedness drills wrapping up in the US, strange
weather in Alabama has dissipated, experts still confused ". I clicked it off and settled in
my seat nothing super interesting going on in the world now. I pulled on to a long country
road a few trees breaking up the farm fields.
I could hear a sound almost like a sonic boom "Oh joy a night flight" I thought rolling my eyes
looking up and scanning the sky through my windshield. It wasn't all that uncommon for
jets to fly over seeing as the CFB Greenwood air force base was probably three
kilometers from my house. I gave up on finding the jet and looked forward to the road
and the passing fields. It struck from above slamming the hood of my old beater into the
pavement completely flattening the front and stopping me dead. I flew forward into my
air bag. Stars flared in front of my eyes for a moment as I tried to reason what had just
happened. I Swatted at the airbag and found that all the windows had been blown out, my
nose left a blood splatter all over the dash and bent steering wheel and the clock was still
flashing. I looked out into the darkness to where my cars front end had been but I
couldn't see anything. A mass shifted, it's eyes gleamed red in the light from my one
working four way flasher,
Its black-feathered wings unfurled and revealed a cloaked figure it's fist through my
hood and almost a foot into the ground "holy shit!" I croaked in disbelief. The creature
lifted its head and glared at me. I drew in breath and held it hoping it couldn't see me. It
tore its hand free and flung its head back in a screech that made my blood run cold.
I fumbled with my seat belt as it pulled the axle from the wreckage like it was a
Popsicle stick. I ducked, as it smashed it through the front of my vehicle destroying the
passenger side and driver seat headrest the, door flew across the road and embedded it's
self in an oak's core.
My seat belt was cut from my body in the confusion so I tumbled to the road. The
creature speared the seat I had just been in and screeched again as it looked for me.
I jumped to my feet and sprinted away from my car. I didn't know where I was going,
the only place to hide would be the oak tree but that was behind me and I wasn't going
back to that cars horn let out one long final shrill blast as the creature took off;
I turned my head in time to see it dive, its wings back, it's talons ready to rip me to
pieces. I threw myself to the left but the claws raked my back ripping my uniform to
ribbons ,but leaving my skin mostly in tact. I rolled to my feet and kept running, my heart
beating, my lungs heaving in protest. I didn't want to become some screaming bird-man's
dinner so I pushed on.
I looked up as something flew over me. I skidded to a stop as the wreckage of my grand
am slammed into the pavement. I turned to face the beast; I was going to die! I quickly
tried to make piece with every holy figure I could think of. I glared at the monster and it
glared back. Five meters separating my diminutive 5,9 medium build body from this 6,7
winged nightmare. It took one step toward me but I stayed perfectly still. It took one
more step almost playing with me like a cat with a mouse. I clenched my fists I thought
of my family and Aimee, I pictured her walking with me in the wind her red hair tangled
and blowing.
My body heaved; if I was going to die I was going out fighting. I let out a long and
loud cry as I started running towards the creature it stumbled and fell back. "I can't
believe it was really working!" I thought until I heard the 20 mm chain guns spin up
behind me. I turned to see a huge Russian Hind Hovering behind me floodlights blazing.
"hey I've already had to fight through "The birds" why not "Red dawn" too?" I mused
as it opened fire; the tracers and bullets pulverized the pavement on both sides of me until
it hit the bird-man. It screamed in agony as the bullets riddled its body. I watched it try
and take off but its wings had almost been cleanly sawn off .It fell to the ground with a
wet thud.
The Hind did a rotation around the motionless creature then set down in the field to the
left of the highway, three men and a women jumped down from the door and headed over
weapons at the ready. The lead man wore a bomber jacket and an old WWII Thompson
sub machine gun; he stopped to light up a smoke and headed my way. I stood there
heaving, adrenaline slowly fading, blood starting to dry in my nose and my back started
to pain. "You've got a pair," he said with a smirk offering me his cigarette. I waved it
away "Well you know I thought I would let him win for a bit "I joked wincing.
He's still kicking if you want to finish up "he said handing me a large .44 Taurus raging
bull revolver. I paused holding the gun; His accent sounded southern United States. I
hefted the weapon and looked at it, it was silver with a rose pattern etched into the metal
probably by laser. I looked at the grip and saw a drab green smiley face with horns.
"Thank ya kindly" I said trying to mimic my rescuers accent. I stood over the bird-man
pulled back the hammer and placed its barrel to the creatures head. " you owe me a new
car you mother Fucker!" I shouted bracing myself and then pulling the trigger.