Chapter 2
Synchronicity
2-1
God's Plan
The early morning sun peeked over the horizon and shone onto a fox kneeling in prayer outside of a sheep pen. Birds softly chirped while a cool breeze swept through the man's little farm and rustled his fur. They slowly stood up, brushed themselves off and walked away, just moments before the world turned dead silent as an old Cadillac with a crank sticking out of its headlamp wheeled into the driveway.
A crocodile dressed in a banana colored suit stepped out of the car and began to scan the environment, his deep blue eyes resting on a gun shaped object lying on the sheep pen's gate. He shut the door and made a b-line for it, careful to not muddle his shoes in the mud. He arrived at the pen and picked up the captive bolt gun lying there, aiming it at the ground. He slipped it behind his back just as the farmer returned.
"Hey!" The fox called out. "Who the hell are you?"
"Mr. Kahnwald, I presume?" The British man asked in a kind voice as he turned his head towards him. "I'm here for an inspection." He smiled.
"Inspection? I didn't hear about no inspection." He stated while the crocodile approached him.
"I have the papers right here." He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a small stack of folded papers. Kahnwald shot him a suspicious look before snatching them out of his hand and examining them.
"What the hell? This ain't a-" As the fox looked back up he was greeted by the barrel of his bolt gun pressing his forehead, and before he could make a sound it fired. His body lifelessly crumpled onto the ground, the corpse folding and contorting in sickeningly unnatural ways. He felt there was no need to check the body. The shot startled the sheep, and they began to move around the small pen in a panic.
The man went back to his car and slapped on a thick pair of gloves, then pulled out a roll of Christmas lights, a hammer and a record player. He casually walked over the fox's corpse and approached their humble abode. The interior of the farmhouse was frankly unremarkable in every aspect, from tip to toe there was seemingly nothing of note. This, of course, was wrong.
The Brit found a nearby table and set his record player up, and soon enough "Here Comes The Sun" began to echo through the house. The man began to softly groove to the track like it was 1969 again with a smile plastered on his face while mouthing the words to the song. He wouldn't let the Beatles stop him from working, however. He took the Christmas lights and began to roll them through the farmhouse with a pep in his step until every inch of the floor was covered. Once it was done the man plugged them into the wall, and an assortment of colors lit the floors of the house.
They began to search every room in the house, paying careful attention to the lights that littered the floor. His mouth contorted into a grin as he entered the guest bedroom and found what they were looking for: In the middle of the room there was a large circle where all of the lights he had laid down were dead. The Brit got down onto his knees and brushed them aside, each one turning back on as they left the small circle's circumference. He took his hammer to the center of this circle and pried the rusty nails up, then moved the floorboard away. Where the board once lay there was now was a deep crevice which without hesitation he stuck his hand down and shuffled around in until he brushed against something that felt like a shell, and immediately pulled it up.
The diamond shaped object he'd grabbed was a light brown color, and was softly massaging his hand with subtle vibrations, as if there was a small motor inside of it. He put the board and nails back as they once were and left the room as he held the trinket in his hand, examining it closely. While passing by his record player the vinyl slowed to a stop, then returned to its normal speed once he'd passed. They took the Christmas light roll and reeled all of them in, then took his record player and hammer before walking out to his car.
Once he'd packed away his belongings he turned his attention to Mr. Kahnwald's corpse, which lay in a small puddle of its own piss. He approached the body and inspected it, careful not to dunk his pristine shoes in urine. He looked up at the sheep pen, an idea formed in his head. He dragged the body all the way into his garage and started up the man's shitty Pinto and threw him into the trunk, then took a moment to spray the man's urine off of the ground.
The Brit walked over to the sheep pen and opened it, and immediately 3 of them ran away. He latched the door shut and got into the dead man's car, and used the Ford to herd the sheep all the way down to the highway. It was early enough in the morning so that no one dared to drive down the road, but that wouldn't last for long. The crocodile parked the car in the middle of the street just ahead of the small herd of sheep and clambered out with his cattle gun as one of them ran past. He caught the other 2 and put the creatures down, then dragged their bodies out into the middle of the pavement. He then pulled the fox's corpse out of the trunk and placed it into the driver's seat, positioning it so that it looked as if he were about to exit the car.
As a last gift he took his inspection papers and stuffed them into the fuel tank, then pulled a matchbox from his pocket and lit them on fire. The Brit had spectacular timing, as just over the horizon he saw a large truck storming down the road on a collision course with the car. He calmly put the match out on the man's cheek, then shut the car door and walked away as the large truck collided with the little Pinto. An enormous fireball erupted into the sky as the crocodile climbed the slope that was on his side of the highway. He then reached into his breast pocket and pulled a flip phone up and dialed someone, the phone didn't ring for a second before it was answered.
"Done." He said before listening to the voice on the other side. The Brit shut his phone and slipped it back into his pocket, before looking down at his work. Both the Pinto and truck were caught in a fiery hell, however something else caught his eye. Past the highway and faintly illuminated by the rising sun was a sheep atop the hill parallel to his, looking down at the wreckage below. As soon as he noticed the creature it calmly turned around and disappeared over the hill forever. The crocodile couldn't help but smile, his pristine teeth glimmering in the sunlight, as a feeling of déjà vu washed over him.
End
Oh baby are we back in action! I've got a lot planned for this next part, so stay tuned. It's gonna be taking more of a horror turn, and along with that I'll be introducing some new characters, one of which might not be so new, heh. Stay tuned!