DayDreamer

I was traveling across country to do a job when my van, i noticed, was almost empty. I was on a back road and didnt know how far it would be to the next gas station so i stopped at the nearby station to fill er up.

The guy at the register gave me a dirty look when i went inside and nodded to him as a greeting. He was a large fellow in bib overalls with a wad of tobacco in his mouth. He had grey hair and a beard and his name tag read “JOSH”. I grabbed some chips and gators for the trip and went to the front to pay.

As i was leaving i saw that the sun was about to rise and i was in need of a nap so i went to the motel nearby and got a room. As i walked to the room i heard the store clerk outside talking to his pals who had just pulled in.

Apparently he had taken a liking to my gold card but i had been driving all night so i had to take a nap before leaving. I locked up the van and went inside. Locked the door and turned up the air and hit the sack. In no time i was out for the day.

Later that evening i woke to find Josh and his friends and the motel manager in my room and going through my wallet. “hurry the hell up Bill. He’s waking up.” “i’ve got it. Ron shut ‘im up,” the motel manager said pulling out my gold card. Then one of the other guys walks up and hits me with a wrench.

This time i wake up wrapped in bloody plastic. Laying in the grass beside a lake. The wind blows and rattles the plastic and makes my splitting headache even worse. Josh’s buddies are standing close by me and putting on plastic gloves.

“Damn Ron. You tore his head wide open.”

“what was i post a do, Frank. Give him back his billfold.” Ron walked over to me. “Damn. He’s still kicking.” Ron kneels beside me and puts the plastic over my face and pulls it tight. “Die boy. Just die.” I felt the plastic over my face. He was pressing down hard.

Stupid man. You cant kill a dead man, I thought. I waved my arms in the air cause that is what they expected. I Grabbed Ron’s arm and saw the other people he had killed. Saw him and Frank laughing at them as they struggled and begged for mercy. Men women and children. Murdered. Someone had to end this. Now. I reached his throat and pressed the pressure point. Until he passed out.

I lifted Ron up and off of me. Frank drew a gun so I let him empty it into Ron.

“Thanks. Oh dont worry, he had it coming.” I take the gun from him and put another bullet in it. He tries to run but I am not through with him yet. I twist his arm around and pin him to the ground.

“I am going to ask you one time. Where is my wallet?” He was sniffling and tears were rolling down his cheeks.

“Josh,” he said. And that was his last word. I vamped out and drained him dry. The blood restored my health and I had taken a hell of a beating. I needed it and they owed me.

With the vessel emptied i licked the wound to make it heal. All better. I stood up and thought for a moment.

“Frank shoots Ron then self.” I put the gun in Frank’s mouth. 2 down. 2 to go.

Josh was in the store looking at my card and smiling when i got there. Funny thing about vampyres- we cant be filmed unless we concentrate. Same with mirrors. we have to try to be seen. Otherwise, we are just a blur. A ghostly image in the film.

“You didnt use that yet did you?” I asked but I knew he wouldnt answer. He stared at me and his cigar fell on the counter.

“Arent you dead?” he asked.

“Well yes. But then I have been dead for decades.” I took my card and put it in my pocket with my wallet. Then I picked up the lit cigar and took a drag from it.

“Not bad” I said. “Steal that too?”

He reaches for the alarm so I break his arm then as he is screaming I break the other one too just to be safe.

“This is for all the other people you killed Josh. Its judgement day and i am the reaper.” I drain the creep dry and drop him on the floor.

Then i carry the empty vessel to the motel room and go to the office to fetch Bill.

“Boy did you guys pick the wrong guy to kill.” I grab Bill by the arm. He struggles so I break his arm. Then I take his other arm and lead him to the room and drain him dry.

“Payback is a bitch.” I tell him as his heart stops beating.

Time to leave. So I bring in the gas can from the van and paint them both with it. I shoot them both in the chest with their gun and pick up the gas can.

As i carry the empty can back to the van to leave I toss the lit cigar back to Josh. The light from the bonfire is nothing short of spectacular.

But the night is young and I have places to go. People to eat. So I start the van and drive into the dark night once more.

Empty stores at the mall.
Empty kiosks in a row.
American dreams forever crushed.
Where did all our futures go?

where’d they go? i miss em so!
i used to have hopes
but now theyre gone

some days i feel like shit
some days i want to quit
and just stay home for a bit
i dont understand why the hours are so long
and the pay is shitty
thats why i wrote this song
and i find myself trying to make money at home
cause i get paid one day and the next day its gone
but i feel like an idiot workin all day
but when i get paid its all gone anyway

so i want you to know its a lil fked up that i’m broke every day-
at times debating- whether i should stay here or get a new career
me and the family here sayin’

whered they go
i miss em so
i used to have dreams
but now theyre gone

whered they go
i miss em so
i used to have dreams
but now theyre gone

just want a home

you know a place for my kids to live
we can bbq up burgers and ribs
maybe have a lil party every halloween with candy by the pile
and our friends could drop by every once in a while

i find myself just fillin my time
with anything to keep this hunger off my mind
i’m losing weight and plan to keep it that way
didnt need that used car anyway

and i’ll tell you i want you to know its a lil fked up
that my back is achin’- at times debating-
telling you that i’m planning to start a new career
me and my family here singin’

i want you to know that its a lil fked up
that the rent man is waiting
i’m no longer debatin
tired of sittin and hatin and makin excuses
for why i have nothin and feelin so useless

it seems one thing has been true all along
u dont really know what you got til its gone
i guess ive had it with this f’in career
before long i wont be here
and you can say it

whered they go
i miss em so
i used to have dreams
but now theyre gone

just want a home

1-31-007

Ice cream sunday
thats my day
dont like mondays
no fun 4 me
0 ice cream sunday
i loue that day
been waiting all week
2 stuff my face
nana nanananana
nana nanananana

Taking everything from the fridge now baby
since about an hour ago
trying to find that bottle
that i bought last week
dinner’s done and ready to go

I’m looking for some hot sauce baby this evening
gotta have some hot sauce baby tonight
i want some hot sauce baby this evening
gotta find the hot sauce
wanna make some wings tonight

Put some hot sauce on my wings now baby
put some hot sauce on my bread
put some hot sauce on my mashed potatoes
i dont care what the waiter said

I’m looking for some hot sauce baby this evening
gotta have some hot sauce baby tonight
i want some hot sauce baby this evening
gotta find the hot sauce
to put on my burrito tonight

A lizard ran down the beam that was all that was left of a large section of the fence. The building was much like the fence, covered with slime and growth. The woods had almost claimed the house. The door was cracked; Lekers never knew how to use doors. Inside, 4 Lekers had 2 Earthers captive.

“He hates Earthers anyway,” the leader was saying. “If i give you to him; it’ll be too bad for you.”

“No please,” the female earther begged. “Please don’t!”

“I’m sorry, but if you don’t talk, I simply can’t help you,” the leker said.

“Drop dead,” said the male earther. “Earth is going to slaughter you.”

“Now such harsh language,” the Leker said. The Leker motioned to one of his men. The soldier put a gun to the female’s head. “And in front of a lady, too… Maybe you don’t care about your mates like we had heard Earthons do.”

“I’m ready to die for my country,” she said proudly. “Don’t tell them a thing, Don.”

The Leker hit her with the gun.”Shut up,” he said.

The male jerked trying to free himself from his bonds.

“Kill her,”the Leker shouted!

A Leker aimed his ray gun at the female Earthon, then he fell on the floor dead, from a blaster burn. A blaster bolt struck the leader in the face next. A third blast hit the third alien, and the fourth was struck down next.

The male Earthon looked at the door. in it, with the sunlight shining thru from behind, stood an Earth Ranger.

“Thank God, you’re here,” the male said. His migraine was subsiding now. “Cut us loose; my arms aren’t circulating anymore.”

The Ranger stepped into the room; he walked over to the captives. He removed a survival knife from its holster on his side. He brought it to the man’s chest, and he thrust it into Don’s heart.

The female screamed and struggled to get free. The ranger blasted her and took out his transmitter. “Droid 3. Report 31. dead; 4 lekers, 2 earthons; continuing search,” he said, and then he left the building.

The gnarled roots were very unusual; Jackson had never seen anything like them. They were packed in a wooden box imprinted with foreign names. It was odd that they should be left in the alley.

Reaching down, Jackson touched one of them; he then picked it up. It was much heavier and softer than he expected. In fact, it felt a little like dead flesh. He smoothed its bumps and ridges with his thumb; then he put it back and felt vaguely uneasy. Its sweet odor was strange and unfamiliar to him. He wondered why the roots had been left in the deserted alley.

His mouth felt dry as he reached into the box again, and he picked up another one; it was smaller. It too was pulpy, and it had the same pungent smell. Using a handkerchief, he wrapped up the root, and he put it in his windbreaker. He glanced over his shoulder as he did this, because he suddenly had a strong, unmistakable feeling he was being watched.

When he got home, he put the root in his bedroom. He went into the living room; he wanted to grab a drink from the kitchen refrigerator. Suddenly, a blinding light shone through the window. A dark shape appeared in it, and Jackson felt as tho his head was held in a giant hand. The light died down, and the shape became visible.

It had the same unfamiliar odor coming from it, and its skin was the same as the roots’. It raised its odd arm and pointed its twig-like finger at Jackson. Jackson could not move. tho he could still use his senses. Five creatures, nearly the same size as the first, came from Jackson’s bedroom.

“Daddy,” said one, who moved beside the creature. The others followed it, and then the creature lowered his arm after listening to their senseless chatter.

“Thank you,” said the father, “for taking care of my sons.” He held up the box. “Our spaceship was stranded on your planet, and the children were ready to leave the larval stage and sprout from their egg when i left to find food. I left their mother in charge of them, but she was afraid of your enormous size, so she didnt attack you. I will take care to scold her for not telling you of our dilemma.”

He then was engulfed, with his sons, into the light again, and they disappeared with it.

Jackson decided to tell no one of this, yet he did not feel it was over. He saw a seventh creature appear at the door, and he laughed when it asked to “phone home?”

He sat and stared at the blank page before him. He was a pro who had never had a loss for words. and now…

“If Andrews loses, the beast will just be hunted by another. If Saboo were to lose, I’d be out of a job…”

“Dr. Andrews had been waiting for this chance for years. At last, it had come. He was face to face with the biggest, meanest tiger in all of the jungle. The cat had crouched and was ready to pounce on him. He slowly cocked the gun and waited. His shot would have to be true. If he winged the beast, he would be its next victim.”

He stopped.

“Maybe I should call it all off. Jerry did such a magnificent job with the drawings, but heck, people are tired of the tiger always winning. I’ve been doing the same old crap for years. Saboo always wins. It’s not right.”

A long, mindless stare at the wall.

“Yes. thats what i’ll do. i’ll kill the tiger. The readers will devour it.”

He turns to the typewriter. Banging like a crazed madman. He hears a noise at the back door. He ignores it. He keeps typing. another noise louder. He keeps typing…

The next day, the inspectors stand over the body.

“No sign of forced entry. must be a suicide.”

“Looks like he was attacked by a large animal to me.”

“But the doors were all locked. and the house is empty.”

How could he have torn himself apart like that alone?”

The inspectors scratch their heads as fresh blood drips from the top of the desk.

Mr. Damian enters the briefing room at WIA Headquarters.
“Good. youre all here. You are the best the agency has and you are all qualified for this mission, however, there is a 90% chance that you wont return so I am going to ask for volunteers.”
Seconds pass. One lone figure stands up in the back of the room.
“Ito, follow me.” says Damian.

The 2 men leave the room and go into Damian’s Office.
“Ito, you always take the tough jobs.”
“Someone has to,” says Ito Roboto.
Damian turns on a projector.
“This is Andrew Kilroy. He was born and raised in the United States. 3 Years ago, there was a terrible accident. Over 60% of his body is now bionic. Even his brain was an IBM project. We recently received an email from him. He is being held captive by a terrorist group in this old abandoned factory. They have an army of droids guarding him. Your mission is to get in and bring him home.”
“All I have to do is bring him here.”
“Alive preferably… Keep in mind that the building is full of terrorists. Dont get caught.”
“Done.”
Ito stands to begin his mission.
“Good luck, Ito, and thank you.”
“For what?”
“For doing the jobs nobody wants to.”

Andrew Kilroy is sitting in a locked room in the factory where he has been for days. 2 androids drag Ito Roboto into the room knocked out, then leave and lock the door. As Ito awakens, he sees his cellmate on a cot.
“What are you in for?”
“They killed the other hostages, but they thought I would come in handy. They turned off my bionics so I could not move.”
“Ever since those military droids were perfected, its been one attack after another.”
Ito looks at the lock on the door, then he looks out the window.
“The problem’s plain to see; too much technology. Machines to save our lives. Machines de-humanize.”
“Lets get you moving,” says Roboto. He opens a control panel in Kilroy’s bionic arm and turns his bionics back on.
“How did you do that?” asked Kilroy.
“You’re not the only one in WIA with knowledge of bionics and robotics,” says Roboto. As the 2 WIA agents make the final adjustments to Kilroy’s bionics, Roboto looks out the window of the factory office. Kilroy steps in front of him.
“Please, allow me.”
Kilroy busts out the window and part of the wall in the office. Then, he jumps to the ground below. Roboto sees the droids coming into the room. He pushes a button on his watch and all the droids in the factory shut down. Roboto leaps to the ground and leads Kilroy to his car down the street. As they speed away, Roboto sees the terrorists coming after them in Jeeps.
He flips a lever in a secret compartment in his car, sending an EM pulse out in all directions, and frying the electronics in the terrorists vehicles. They cannot follow.
Kilroy looks back and laughs at the guerillas as they try to start their vehicles.
“You are good,” says Kilroy.
“Just doing my job,” says Roboto.
“Well, thank you very much, Mister Roboto, for helping me escape when I needed to.”
“No sweat,” says Roboto. “Hey you like video games? there’s an Xbox in the glove box.”