Creede Part IV

Part IV

            The glorious glow of the city in the dawn sky brought new life to Jeremy’s eyes.  He had always lived in the little town of Richmond and he had truly loved its ambiance.  But this was a big city.  For that matter, he was the first member of his family to set foot outside of the state since they came across the Atlantic ocean and settled.

            His heart swelled with anticipation.  He was rising above all expectations.  He could feel his heart sink as his mind quickly returned to Tiffany.  Her expectations could never be met.  The Gargantuan made sure of that.

            “Wanna grab a bite to eat?” Lawrence asked.  He could tell that Jeremy was still hurt by the loss of his love.  Jeremy nodded as Lawrence pulled in and parked at a restaurant called ‘Bruno Burger’.

            Many of the RBP ate there.  Some ate there so much they named burgers after them.  The two ordered and took a seat by the window.  The food went quickly as Jeremy was more interested in the view than the local cuisine.

            Once Jeremy stopped gazing mindlessly, he noticed that Lawrence seemed uneasy.  “Jitters?” He finally asked as he sipped as his soda.

            “You could say that,”  Lawrence said as he shifted his eyes to the streets, “There’s a lot of…stuff going on with my team right now.”
            Jeremy could sense that there was more to his anxiety than his team on a mission.  “You think that the Gargantuan is gonna take another swing at me?” he asked casually.

            “No, he’s delivered his message.  He expects us to come to him.”  Lawrence replied. 

            “Then what has you so nervous?”

            “It’s just something a friend told me just before I started with the RBP.”

            “What did your friend have to say?”

            Lawrence sighed as he steadied himself.  “He said many things, but mostly he spoke of the days to come when one of us would have to lay down his life for the man of principle.”

            “And you think that’s me?”

            “There is a definite possibility.”

            “But you are acting as though it’s fact.”

            “Well it is…Creede.”

            It suddenly dawned on Jeremy what Lawrence’s friend had meant by ‘the man of principle. “Well who is going to lay down their life for me? And why would they?”

            “My friend, Nomadrel, seems to think that it’s me,”  The table fell silent as Jeremy digested both food and information.  “So how does Nomadrel know all this?”

            “If you get the chance to meet him don’t be fooled.  He’s older than he looks.  It’s a time traveler thing…”

            “Time Travel?  So where is he now? I’d love to meet him.”

            “Dead, but don’t be surprised if he turns up here or there.”

            With breakfast out of the way they made their way to Headquarters.  Jeremy was impressed by the splendor that the building offered.

            The top three floors required retinal scans for access.  The elevator came to a halt on the top floor labeled RBP offices.  Jeremy wondered what marvels lay on the floors labeled ‘other’ and ‘Training’.

            Most of the offices looked like nothing more than glorified barracks and bachelor pads.  “Everyone’s out on assignment right now so it’s just you, me, and CEBUS.” Lawrence chuckled.

            Jeremy recognized that name right away.  “You mean Timothy Cebus is here?  I’ve read all about his work with Cybertronics.  Could I meet him?”

            “Yeas sure, well sort of,” Lawrence responded as he escorted Jeremy to the war room.

            As they entered the monitors sprang to life.  “Greetings Agent Grey.  May I inquire as to the gentleman accompanying you?”  The computer asked.

            “As detailed in ‘Project: Quintessence’, here is Jeremy Creede,” Lawrence looked over at a very confused Jeremy, “Jeremy, this is CEBUS.”

            “But that’s just a computer…”
            “It’s a long story…”

            Lawrence hurried Jeremy back down the hall and into an empty room.  They only items in the room were a bed and a desk with a large book resting on it.  At first Jeremy mistook it for a New York City phone book.  “Tonight,” Lawrence started, “You study…and tomorrow we start the hard stuff.  If you need anything just ask CEBUS and he’ll get you there.”  Then Jeremy was alone.

            Hours passed and he thumbed mindlessly at the book.  Jeremy felt his mind returning to Richmond.  To her.  It was at that moment that he had an idea.

            “CEBUS, are you there?”

            “Yes Mr. Creede, how may I assist you?”

            “You can tell me everything you know about the Ministry of Carpatha and the Gargantuan.”

            “That information is classified.  Only agents have access to our database.” Cebus replied.

            “Is there any way I can get access?”

            “Read your training manual…”

            Jeremy slammed the manual on the desk. “I don’t have time for this,”  Jeremy argued, “The Gargantuan is out there and I owe it to her.”

            “I am aware of the incident in Kentucky, “CEBUS replied, “The Ministry would love to have a go at you.  Maybe they’d manage to capture you, brainwash you, or torture…doesn’t that sound fun.”

            “OK, OK! I get it.  I’m not going to get my chance at the Gargantuan until I prove myself here.”  Jeremy knew that arguing with a computer was getting him nowhere.  It was time for a stroll.

            The midday sun beat down on his face as he stepped out onto the sidewalk.  Florence New York was unlike any place he had ever seen before.  And though it was awe inspiring he felt a crushing weight on his heart.  It didn’t take him long to come to a decision. ‘Time to go huntin.’

            He knew Lawrence was probably right, but he couldn’t just sit there while the Gargantuan went free.  ‘What if he goes after someone else?’ he thought to himself, ‘He has to answer for his crimes.’  His pace quickened as he rounded the corner and hailed a cab.

            A short drive later, Jeremy arrived in the south end of town.  He got a good look at it on his way in.  ‘If there’s a criminal element to be found in Florence, its roots start here.’ He thought to himself.

            His first stop was at a dive called The Rusty Musket.  One look at this place and you knew exactly what you were in for.

            The place didn’t look too bad if you ignored the years of dirt and grime on the windows.  Clearly it had been left to keep the light out.  And the smell wasn’t much better.  Jeremy equated it to standing in an overused porto-potty in the peak of the summer heat.  His nostrils filled his eyes with water.  He wasn’t even sure he’d be able to keep his breakfast down, but he continued anyway.

            He stepped up to the bar and casually ordered a beer.  He was banking on the fact that this wasn’t the sort of place that bothered with checking I.D.’s.  And he was right.

            With a big swig of beer Jeremy approached the meanest looking brute in the bar.  It wasn’t hard to find him as he was also the most malodorous.

            His shaved head and leather jacket were the only the first signs of the exchange to come.  Upon closer inspection ‘short’ and ‘stocky’ were added to the list of ‘Things that have shaped a bad attitude’.

            “Name’s Jeremy.” He said as he sat down across from the bald man.

            “And?...” the man answered without showing the slightest bit of interest in anything but his drink.

            “I was hoping you had some information I’m looking for.”

            “That depends.”

            “How much do you want?” Jeremy said as he reached for his pocket.

            “Money? No,” the bald man said finally looking up from his drink, “I need a favor.”

            “I need to know everything about where to find the Ministry of Carpatha and the whereabouts of the Gargantuan.”

            “The Ministry…” the man replied as his eyes became as cold as steel, “Who do you work for?”

            “No one,” Jeremy answered trying to remain cool, “I’ve got a score to settle.”

            “Well, My name’s Paul,” the man said as his demeanor seemed to relax, “I might as well tell you my name since you’ve got a death wish.  I think it’s only polite.”

            “So what do I have to do for this information, Paul?”

            Paul leaned back arrogantly in his seat.  It was clear to Jeremy that Paul held all the cards. “Ok,” he started with a smile, “I need you to visit an old friend of mine and pick up a book for me.”

            “That’s it? Go get a book?”

            “In a manner of speaking.”

            Jeremy knew where this was going.  Every instinct in his body told him to  get up and walk out. “So by ‘get’ you mean steal.”

            Paul nodded, “You up for it?”

            “Where do I go?”

            Paul reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and tossed a slip of paper to him.  Jeremy started blankly at the address, date, and time.  He had seen the address before, but couldn’t remember where he’d seen it.

            When he looked up again Paul was gone.  Jeremy wasn’t sure what to do next.  For the first time since meeting Lawrence, Jeremy agreed with him.  Training would have been best.  His only option now was to return to RBP headquarters or take a chance on a tip by stealing a book.

            Jeremy knew that his actions would most likely put more blood on his hands.  Clearly Lawrence’s friend, Nomadrel, had concerns about the immediate future.  But what bothered Jeremy was the way in with his information was delivered.  It sounded more like a riddle than fact:

‘One will lay down his life for the man of principle.’ 

            It was his decision to make.  It was his future.  It was his vengeance.  Jeremy rose from his seat and headed back out into the street.

To be continued…

Birth in Blood

Birth in Blood

by Lloyd D. Kelsey III

            Not many vampires can say that they have met the infamous Dracula, the infamous Vlad the impaler.  Even fewer can say they witnessed his rule.  Though you will never find my name in the history books, I was there.

            My name is Victor DeSallus, son of Hugo DeSallus.  My father served his lordship until the fall of the empire.  Having known the true nature of his lordship my family was bound to secrecy in his service.  It was this knowledge that set me on my dark path.  This is my story as it truly began in the spring of 1462.

            The bitter winds blew across the kingdom of Wallachia chilling ever thing to its core.  Spring time was no friend to my country.  Even the trees seemed to huddle together for warmth.  His lordship’s last order was for me to escape the Ottoman forces and he would send for me when the time was right. 

I lost my family in the first siege of the empire.  They suffered in the way that Vlad  had brought suffering upon his people, despite the fact they were mere servants in his court.  In true Vlad the impaler style all of those who served him directly were decapitated, heads placed on spikes along the castle walls.   Though Vlad was a cruel man he had been nothing but kind to my family.

As a boy of fourteen I was no match for the invading forces of the Ottoman Empire.  In my panic to escape I had become separated from the few other servants who managed to escape.  I fled to the west hoping to find a safe river passage though Hungary.  The real problem was Matthias Corvinus.

Matthias was no friend of Wallachia and his armies had battled Vlad many times.  It knew that it was unlikely that I would be recognized in my travels.  After all, who’s face could out shine Vlad?

No sooner had I crossed the border than I was dodging Matthias’ brute squads.  With the inevitable fall of the Wallachia ruler Matthias had ordered that all those who had served Vlad were to be executed on sight.  He had anticipated the migration of those trying to escape death from the Ottoman Empire.  The brute squads’ task was made even easier by the distinct brand that all servants received on the back of their hands.  It was only when being hunted that I saw the truth of it.  To Vlad, all people were nothing but cattle.

The brand on my left hand was purple from the cold.  I knew that I’d need a good pair of gloves if I was to stand any chance of survival.  Yet gloves were no solid answer to my troubles.  The brutes made regular habits of harassing anyone who even looked like they were hiding a brand.  On many occasions I watched helplessly as women were stripped bare and ravaged for falling suspect in the eyes of the brute squads.  Men were luckier, they would just be beaten to near death.

In my travels I found the worst in mankind.  Those who managed to catch a glimpse of my brand either ran in terror or ran to the brute squad in hopes of receiving a reward.  It didn’t take long for me to lose faith in my fellow man.

Food was nowhere near as difficult to find.  Most inns and taverns were accustomed to beggars and some were even hospitable enough to provide a meager meal.

It wasn’t until I neared the border of Austria that I became alarmed.  It was in a small village a few days travel from the border when a brute squad, that had been following me, finally caught up with me.  As I was coming into the village I spotted them coming up on my flank.  I quickly hid in the rotted out of a nearby tree.  It was only a matter of moments until screams erupted from the village.  Using all the stealth and cunning a fourteen year old had I approached.  I was horrified by what I saw.

The brute squad was forcing families out of their homes and was now threatening the lives of their children.  They knew I was in the area and only assumed that the village was harboring me.  They demanded that I be turned over to their custody. 

Men and women pleaded with them that there had been no travelers matching my description.  From all of their accounts their last visitor had been an old man filled with lunacy and stories of the ‘Children of the Night’.  The brutes took no sympathy on them as they began to slaughter each child one by one. 

Other children were gutted alive.  Then there were those whose deaths were so horrible to this day I dare not think on them.  There is much weakness in the past.

I knew that I would find no sanctuary in this place.  The brute squad had made sure of that.  This also meant that I had no chance of securing food.  This was going to be a problem.  I had been traveling for some time.  Two days ago I had ran out of food. 

I pulled my coat in tight and prepared for the long night ahead.

Morning came with the strange smell of something burning.  As I came to my feet I could already see a large fire that resided in the middle of the village.  Though I could not see clearly for the brilliance of the morning sun I could see that the villagers were working quickly to add something to the fire.  You could imagine my shock when I discovered they were tossing the lifeless bodies of the brute squad on the fire.  I felt the need to wander into the village.

I made my way around to the west side of the village and headed in thinking that they would be more receptive to a traveler if he wasn’t the reason their children were slaughtered.  As I passed the first humble dwelling I noticed one thing.  They were all staring at me as if I were a ghost.  Pathways cleared as I made my way to the stink of the human bon fire.

Standing alone by the fire was a lone priest.  His grizzly features were chilled by the morning air and the stink of burning flesh.  His ghost white hair stood as a reminder of all the untold stories of his life.

After a short time the priest came over to me “Where are you headed, my child?”  Clearly the priest was suspicious, despite his alternate route into the village. 

“Home, if this is sign of the plague.”  I replied making a quick gesture to the west.

“Worse, I fear,” the priest said as he lowered his head, “I have seen many miracles and much darkness in my life, but never the work of a demon such as this.”  I wondered what he meant by this, but I was not willing to push the subject.

The priest was quick to surrender this information given the severity of the situation.  “These men we burn today were responsible for the deaths of many children in this village.  They made bed in the temple as ordered by King Matthias Corvinus.  Yet during the night each were taken and there blood drained from their bodies.  The only injuries they sustained were two puncture wounds on their necks.”  The priest was obviously shaken as he took a small flask from his robes and took a drink of its contents.  “I’ve heard stories of things like this…the monsters in the night.  As they stories go there are men who have become the devil’s cohorts and drink the blood of mortals that they may live forever.”

These sorts of stories were no stranger to my ears.  As I child I too had heard these.  Mostly I attributed these stories as a means to keep children from wandering off in the woods late at night.  These creatures were called strigoi.

“There’s some ting else,” the priest continued, “the creature left a note for someone.”

“Who?” I asked without hesitation.

“It says it’s for a Victor DeSallus.”  The priest paused as he looked at the shock and realization spreading across my face. “You’re him, aren’t you? DeSallus, the boy the brute squad was here for, aren’t you?”

It was too late for denial.  I was only shocked by the priest reaction. “I will tell no one, but in return I ask you to leave and take this cursed note with you.”  The priest forced the letter into my hand and ushered me away from the villagers as they threw the few remaining bodies on the fire.  “I do not know what it says, but if last night is a sign of how this creature regards you…I dare not cross you.”

We made our way into a small wooden building that clearly served as the village’s place of worship.  The priest took me to a small room in the back and began filling a sack with loaves of bread, cheese, a bottle of fine wine, jug of water, and many other useful items for travel.

I left the village with my letter in hand and fear in my heart.  There had been no so signs through the night of a fight or even so much as a sound.  It was terrifying to imagine that a creature such as this existed and even more so that it was interested in me.

The seal on the letter also added to my unease.  As a servant to Vlad I had seen many royal seals, but nothing like this.  It depicted two faces.  One face bore a sinister smile, while the other was tormented and screaming.  Even the paper itself seemed to bare strange qualities.  It was of a much higher quality than anything I had ever seen.  A large part of me prayed that it was from Vlad, though I knew better.

I waited until I was well away from the village before I opened the letter, settling down for lunch at a small babbling brook.  The smell of bread and cheese filled my nostrils with joy.  I hadn’t eaten in three days and my hunger pains overwhelmed me.  So I ate and enjoyed the peaceful play of the water of the brook.

After my belly was full of food and good wine I opened the letter.  It read:

‘Dear Mister DeSallus,

What a beautiful creature you are.  Never in all my years have I encountered one with your determination and loyalty.

I will be assisting you in your travels.  I would suggest France.  It is lovely this time of year.

You will see me soon and provided you cooperate, I will be giving you a gift.

Should you pass through that village again please thank them for their silence on the matter of the brute squad.  I will spare their lives as they not be spoiling my little game.

M. P.’

It sent chills down my spine.  This was not a message from Vlad, but a message from a creature who shouldn’t exist.  Yet there he was leaving messages for me.  Had word been sent by Vlad, I would have been given orders on where to return to his service.

I stood on one decision.  I could take the stranger’s advice and visit France or I could do my best to avoid him.  I was unsure if it could even be done.  After all he had tracked me this far with seemingly no effort.  So I decided and France became my destination.

I went as far as I could before night fall.  Avoiding encounters in villages, I stuck to the wilderness.  I hoped that France offered warmer climates than the cold I had experienced thus far.  Luckily the priest had the foresight to throw a warm blanket in the bag he had prepared.  For that I am eternally grateful.

There were no stars in the sky that night.  The clouds hung in the sky as if to drown out the heavens.  I did my best to sleep.  When I did sleep the nightmares came.  From the dark recesses of nothingness came the tormented faces of the brute squad.  I watched as hands, that weren’t mine, slaughtered them one by one. 

I awoke in a cold sweat and my heart racing.  The small fire I had started was now blazing with warmth.  In fact, someone had thrown more wood on the fire and he was sitting directly opposite of me.

His clothes were tattered and worn.  His mangy black hair hid cold lifeless eyes that refused to reflect the light of the fire.

“Who are…” were the only words I managed before he spoke.

“My name is of no consequence at the moment, but you may call me Hailig.”

I recognized it for its roots what is to you known as Germany.  A gruesome smirk emerged on his face revealing his elongated teeth.

“What you should be wondering is why I’m helping you.  You mortals and your need for unimportant knowledge.” He continued.

“Why then? Has my Lord Vlad sent you?”

“Boy, I assure you I do not work for Vlad.” He said as he sat across from me motionless except when his lips moved to speak. “Are you ready for your gift?” Hailig rose to his feet as I hesitantly nodded yes.

Without warning he moved towards me.  His movement was so fast he looked like nothing but a blur.  He wrapped his arms around me restraining my arms.  Within seconds I could feel those elongated teeth pierce my neck.  It was terrifying as remembered the bodies of the brute squad as they were being tossed on a fire.  Now the Strigoi had his teeth in me.  I wondered if I would see the light of another day.  This thought, however, was surpassed by the maddening ecstasy of his bite, but soon the ecstasy passed.  Only the madness remained.

As he continued to drain me the nightmares came.  I collapsed and spun full circle into the abyss of the visions.  It was pure insanity.  I watched iron beasts dominate kingdoms.  I watched fire reign down from the skies as it tore countless people apart.  Yet beyond it all I saw a face.  It was a face that I was not supposed to see.

“You have seen what should have not.  The master’s eyes are now upon you and his madness shall be your blessing.”  Came the ominous voice of Hailig.

I came to in a nice warm bed.  In a nearby fireplace a fire crackled filling the room with dancing light.  On the bed stand lay a small pouch of medicine and a bottle of wine.  I immediately moved to the only window in the room. 

France was truly beautiful in the spring.  It was a dismal start for spring as many of the trees were just showing signs of new life.

“Are you pleased with your room?” a familiar voice asked.  I nodded as I turned to observe the room.  Hailig sat in an elegant armchair by the fire.  I swore he hadn’t been there a moment ago.  “Do you know what I am?” he asked.  I truly had no idea except for the stories I had heard.

“I know what you are.”

“Do not tempt me, boy! Say what you are thinking or I shall pluck your tongue from your head.”  His movement quickened as he became a blur in the room.  Shadows now covered his face leaving only his eyes, now glowing bright red.  I tripped and fell to the floor where I quickly curled into a ball screaming, “Strigoi!”

I felt him hovering over my quivering body.  I was still very weak from his earlier attack.  I could feel his teeth as they slid down into the meat of my neck again.  And again I found myself confronting the darkness of nightmarish visions.  As I slipped away I could hear him say, “Strigoi is but one of our many names.”

Strangely enough this is where the tale of my birth ends.  There are many who think they know how to destroy us.  Many have tried and they have paid a dear price for their efforts.  This was my birth in blood.

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Creede Part III

Part III

The Gargantuan stood amidst the rubble and chaos he had caused.  The unconscious Jeremy lying under a mound of debris.

All the piles of rubble lay still as the Gargantuan approached the wile where Jeremy once stood. “Creede, my boy, come out and play,” he laughed, “We’er not done yet.  The Ministry of Carpatha has plans for you.”

As he neared the pile Jeremy erupted with a barrage of punches.  Each one he landed began force the Gargantuan back.  “This one is for all the people you killed…this one is for luring me into this trap…and this one is for the woman I loved!”  The final blow Jeremy struck sent the Gargantuan flying through a thick concrete wall.

Jeremy smiled as he watched the dust settle from the now collapsed wall.  In the wake of the dust Jeremy could make out the Gargantuan’s silhouette standing unharmed.  The smile slowly left his face as the Gargantuan began laughing demonically.

Fear was the last thing to cross Jeremy’s mind as he charged the behemoth again.  Jeremy was met by a fist that stopped him cold.

When Jeremy awoke the Director of Admissions, Mr. Carpenter was standing at his side.  He was talking with a shorter, grey haired fellow.  “You know, Lawrence, I thought that we were cleared to recruit,” he started, “You’d think that the Ministry of Carpatha would be gunning for the big dogs.  Why Creede?”

Jeremy was dazed but he finally realized that the man Mr. Carpenter was speaking to was the man who had just sent him a welcome postcard from Florence, NY, Lawrence Grey.

“Well how do you feel, Jeremy?” Lawrence asked as he looked down at the still dazed Jeremy Creede.

“I feel like…costume…Tiffany?” Jeremy was rapidly coming out of his stupor, “Is she...?”

Lawrence bowed his head as he looked away, “I’m sorry, kid.  I got here as fast as I could and believe me when I say I made it a short trip.”  Lawrence said placing his hand on Jeremy’s shoulder.

Jeremy was heartbroken.  His eyes welled with tears as he thought of his promise to her.  He thought of the costume she had made him with love in every stitch.

“So when do we leave?” Jeremy said as the tears began to run down his face.

“You aren’t ready for him?” Lawrence said. “We will leave now for training.”  Lawrence knew what Jeremy had on his mind.  He had been down that road himself.  When his wife was murdered by the Disciples of Ragnarok, he chased his wife’s murderer to another universe to catch him.  Lawrence knew the pain well, but also knew what it meant if Jeremy were to face the Gargantuan now.  He needed training, focus, and the understanding of what ultimate justice truly was.

“Training? What do you mean…training?” Jeremy argued, “I’m going to find that Gargantuan and kill him.”  Jeremy shot up from the sidewalk were he had been laying and grabbed Lawrence by the lapels of his suit jacket.  “I’m going now and if you have a problem…” Jeremy’s sentence was brought to a screeching halt as Lawrence turned and drove him face first into the pavement.

Lawrence managed to hold him there as he struggled and fought to get up. “Now listen up. I’ve seen a lot of your types since I started with the RBP.  You hunt him down now and he’ll kill you.  I’ve fought the Gargantuan myself and all I know is that I had a hard time getting him locked away the first time locking him away the first time.  Now he’s back and for some reason he working with the Ministry of Carpatha.  So if you don’t agree to training I’ll just kill you first and save the Gargantuan the trouble.  Understand?” 

Lawrence was right.  If Lawrence could render Jeremy useless what could the Gargantuan do?

Jeremy conceded to Lawrence’s command as he dusted himself off.  Jeremy’s heart was on fire.  He had tasted loves sweet embrace and in an instant it had been taken from him.  They made their way to Lawrence’s van as more rescue workers appeared on the scene.

“There’s no telling what the tabloids will say about this one.” Mr. Carpenter chimed in.

Once they were both in the van and on their way Jeremy’s curiosity began to get the better of him.  He noticed Lawrence glancing at a photo of a beautiful woman on the dash of the van. “Who is she?” Jeremy asked as he sipped on a soda Lawrence had provided.

“Well that’s a story for another time.  Let’s just say that her killer is the reason I don’t want you trailing around after the Gargantuan.”

“He killed your wife, didn’t he?”

“No, not the Gargantuan, but his son, Tordal.  He is far more powerful.  Where Tordal was able to hurl a car at you with ease…The Gargantuan can hurl a small building.” Jeremy fell silent at his words.

After that there wasn’t much talking going on.  Jeremy couldn’t argue his way to the monster.  His only path lay at the end of an eight hour trip.  Final destination, Florence, New York.

To be continued…

Creede Part II

Part II

Jeremy took a good long look in the mirror when he came home.  He had only hoped for the chance to go to college.  He had never even considered moving so far away so soon.  He had always figured that he would stay close to home anyway to help his father with the farm.

‘RBP?’ he thought to himself as he sat down at the small computer desk in his room.  He typed it into the web search engine and hit enter.  A very long list came up.  There were numerous reports from news sites on the recent happenings in New York.  He had seen the three letters on one of the folders in the Manila folder.

He pulled the envelope from his bag and pulled out the folder.  Inside there was only one single form.  It looked more like a McDonald’s application than the application to some government agency.

Moments after the search engine loaded its results he noticed that his email had a new email in it.  He was used to getting a lot of email from family and friends, but this one was different.  It was the title that caught his attention. ‘RBP Lawrence Grey’.  It read:

Dear Mr. Jeremiah Creede,

I recently received word on your skills recently and we would like

to offer you a position within our organization.  If you have any

questions or concerns feel free to call me

Lawrence Grey

914-555-6555

Jeremy smiled.  He would not sleep that night.  With recent events in Florence New York the world was starting to notice something.  Not everyone was normal.  He was starting to notice something as well.  Neither was he. 

‘So are they superheroes straight out of a comic book?’ he thought as he began to pack a bag.  As the first piece of clothing fell in it hit him, ‘Why do they want me? Sure I’m a great athelete, but they couldn’t possibly think that…’ He was immediately reminded of what had happened at EKU only a few hours ago. 

It was obvious that he was different and he wondered what this might do to his family.  How would they react?  There had been an outpour of malicious rhetoric about ‘Humananovum’ or New Humans. 

The phone rang and Jeremy’s mind was thrust back into the present.  “Hello, Creede Farm.”  He had become so accustomed to farm life his answer was just reflex.

It was Tiffany, Jeremy’s high school sweetheart.  He hadn’t even thought about what this meant for their relationship.  “Jeremy, I just heard,” She sobbed, “Some place in New York wants to hire you?”

“Well, yeah.  I only found out a few hours ago.  I hadn’t thought to call…” he half expected her to snap at him for not calling sooner.  There was just so much to take in he hadn’t got there yet.

“So, you’re one of them…I mean…a Humananovum?”

“Maybe, but it’s just a job offer.  They’ll probably do a physical and run some blood work and send me back.  I doubt…” Jeremy paused, he knew it was a lie and it killed him to say it. “Look…something happened today on campus…I don’t know how to explain it, but…”

“So you are,” he could hear her sobbing deeply, “Well you go do your superhero thing and once you save the  world…you come back home to me.”

Jeremy didn’t know what to say.  Tiffany hung up before he could even respond.  He didn’t want to leave her, but surely the signs were there.

The rest of the night was quiet.  His parents came home from running errands and started dinner.  The smell of frying chicken soon filled the house.

After dinner there was a knock at the door.  Jeremy answered to find Tiffany standing there.  She had been crying and her eyes were still red, but as she looked at him she handed him a box she had been carrying.  “It’s just a little something I made for you.” 

Jeremy invited her in.  He brought her a glass of lemonade from the kitchen and sat down beside her.  “I know this changes everything, but I think I should do this.”

“Just open it.” Tiffany said fighting to hold back more tears.  The box held a costume.  It was blue and red trimmed with gold.  “I just thought that if you were going off to play superhero you’d need a good costume…do you like it?”

He was amazed at the quality and especially liked the shining star on the chest. “It’s…amazing.  Did you make this?”

She nodded, “Every stitch.”

“I…don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll come back when you can.”

“I will,” he said pulling her in close, “when I can.”

That night they lay asleep holding each other tight knowing it could be for the last time. 

When morning came Jeremy found that he was alone.  From the looks of things Tiffany had already left.  Jeremy got dressed and headed for the door.

As he was coming down the stairs the doorbell rang. ‘Tiffany must have just stepped out, I’d better go let her in.’ He thought as he quickened his pace.  The door swung open to no one.  All that was there was a note.  It read:

You had better be on that bus for Florence NY.  If you don’t I’ll see to it that Tiffany…well I think you get the picture.

Sincerely,

The Gargantuan

The shock overwhelmed him.  It wasn’t possible.  He reached for his cell phone and dialed her up only to find that the voice mail had changed.  It was still Tiffany, but now she was reading the note that he had been left.

‘Is the Gargantuan with the RBP? What do they think will come from this? My willing participation?’ he thought as he grabbed his bag and headed out the door.

The bus station was packed to capacity with college students arriving for the fall semester.  Jeremy couldn’t help but wonder if anyone here was just stopping through on their way to Florence.

“One ticket to Florence New York, please.” Jeremy requested as he looked around carefully.

“Are you Mr. Creede?”  the cashier asked.

“Yeah…”

“Your ticket was paid for some time ago, but I have a message that was left here for you this morning.”

The cashier handed over his ticket and a sealed envelope. ’The Gargantuan was here,’ he thought as he quickly opened the letter.

I’m glad to see you made it on time for your bus.  I assure you that Tiffany will be quite alright as long as you get on.  In fact you will see her pretty, smiling face as soon as you pull away.

If you decide to walk away this entire bus station will erupt in a ball of fire.

Sincerely,

The Gargantuan

“Is the person that left this message still here?” Jeremy demanded.

“I don’t know sir.”

“Well if that person returns please give them this message for me…” Jeremy scribbled down a note for the cashier to call the police and evacuate the building calmly.

The cashier eyed the message carefully then looked up at Jeremy.  His face seemed to say, ‘just shut up and do it’.  She nodded to him and retreated back into the manager’s office.

Jeremy picked up his bag and headed for his bus.  There was a good chance that Tiffany’s kidnapper would still set the station ablaze and Jeremy didn’t want those lives on his conscience.  He wasn’t sure if getting on that bus was the right thing to do, but it seemed to be the only way to prevent bloodshed.

As he began to climb on a booming voice came from behind him. “You are so foolish.  Did you think I wasn’t watching you?” Jeremy turned to see.  He knew that he was going to see the Gargantuan.  At least, that’s what he wanted.

Jeremy laughed when he saw him.  The man was sporting red metal armor.  “And you are? Captain lobster? The red rocket?”

As he approached the Gargantuan he was startled at how much taller the man was than himself.  He was at least two feet taller than Jeremy.  His face was covered with a metallic mask like a skull. “I am the bringer of despair. I am the soldier of destruction. I am the harbinger of death. I am the Gargantuan!” the man screamed, “Your little girl friend dies, NOW!” 

In the Gargantuan’s hand was a small remote.  He clicked the button.  The explosion took the entire bus station up in a burst of heat and flames.  The fires of the explosion consumed nearly everyone and those who still remained were now trapped in the inferno.

To Be Continued…