Note: This chapter contains some graphic content. Reader discretion is advised.
Chapter XIII
Jon tries to sink down towards the floor, as his psionic aura reaches out, trying
to wrench the door off its hinges. Jon can't see what the troll is doing, but from the
blood dripping down through the hole in the roof, he figures it isn't very good. Jon
lashes out once more with his aura, and the door flies off its hinges. Jon scurries from
the car, rolling towards the side of the road. He looks back at the troll. The body of
the sheriff lays hanging off a jagged piece of roof. Its chest is ripped open and its
bowels hang freely. The troll has bits of intestines hanging from its mouth.
~~Oh, god.~~ Jon says, fighting the impulse to vomit. ~~Ready to die, ugly?~~
Jon says as he draws his beretta.
"Grog no die. Grog stay and eat tasty puny things. Grog eat you next."
~~I don't think so.~~ Jon says, aiming at the troll's head. The troll leaps behind
the car, just as Jon starts firing. The bullets ricochet off the car, and Jon swears under
his breath.
~~Stick yer ugly face out `ere so I can plug it!~~ Jon tries to move around for
a better shot. The troll flips the car onto its side, and turns it as Jon walks, staying
behind the car.
~~Dammit!~~ Jon reaches out with his aura, lifting the car up. The troll darts
toward the forest. Jon fires at the troll, catching it in the leg. The troll screams out,
and grabs a rock, throwing it at Jon. He drops the car and lashes out at the rock with
his aura, crushing it. Jon runs towards the forest, first stopping to grab the beretta
and holster from the body. Strapping the holster to his belt as he runs, Jon heads
towards the forest.
~~`Ere, trolly, trolly, trolly!~~ Jon says as he walks deeper into the forest.
"Grog kill thing, Grog eat thing!" Grog says as he bursts from the foliage ahead
of Jon.
~~I don't think so!~~ Jon says, drawing his double 9s. Jon fires double time at
the troll. The bullets slam into the troll's chest, and it explodes, spraying Jon with bits
of troll chest, innards, and blood. Jon smiles as the blood flows from the troll.
~~There, sucka. `Ave a fun time in `ell.~~ Jon says, holstering his 9s. As he
walks back to the road, he thinks about how he is going to get to that city. He steps
out to the road, a bit up the road from the destroyed sheriffs car. Several state
troopers cars are gathered around it.
~~Damn! I gotta lose the gun.~~ Jon says, unbuckling the holster and gun
from his belt. He wipes the handle then psionically tosses it back to the scene. Jon
then envelopes himself in his psionic aura and starts to fly up into the air. He levels
off at a good altitude. Using his psionic abilities to mask his presence to radar, he flies
into the city and lands in a deserted alley. He steps out onto the street. It is a
crowded street, with coffee shops, bookstores, and clothing shops lining the street.
Jon walks up the street, taking in the surroundings. He steps into a coffee shop and
sits down at the bar.
~~Can I git a decent cup of coffee?~~ Jon asks the guy behind the bar.
"Yes, young man, we serve many types of cappichino, moccas, french coffees,
etc, etc, etc." The guy trails off.
~~Um, can I jus' get a cup of coffee? Simple coffee?~~
The guy shudders.
"Oh, that coffee. Yes," he says exasperatly, "we serve coffee." He finishes,
spitting out the last word.
The guy fixes Jon a cup of coffee.
"That will be seven dollars, please."
~~Seven bucks?! Good lord, that's a lotta money.~~ Jon says as he pulls the
dollars from his wallet. Jon takes the cup of coffee, walking out to the street.
~'I wonder where I can get a beretta?'~ Jon thinks
Jon turns onto another street, and sees a gun shop. He walks inside, checking
out the selection.
"Need a gun there, kid."
~~Yes. Do you sell 9mm berettas?~~ Jon asks the man.
"Yes, we do. I have a wide selection." The shopowner says, and waves Jon
over. "This is it."
He shows Jon a selection of about a thousand or so berettas. Jon picks out one
identical to his own.
"That one costs one hundred and ten dollars, and comes with a clip. Is that
what you want?"
~~Yeah, this one will do. Do you `ave `olsters?~~
"Yep. The holster for this gun runs five ninety-five."
~~I'll take it.~~
"Okay, I'll need a drivers licence or other form of picture ID, a credit card, and
your social security number. Can you fill out this form?"
Jon shakes his head and fills out the form. He then pulls two blank playing
cards from his pocket.
~~`Ere is my credit card, and this is my drivers licence.~~ he says, and
psionically twists the shopowners mind into seeing a drivers licence and credit card.
~~I don't need a credit card.~~ Jon says, manipulating the shopowners mind.
"You don't need a credit card."
~~All I need to do is give you the money.~~
"You can just give me the money."
~~I'll take my gun, and a complimentary box of ammo.~~
"Here is your gun, and take this complimentary box of ammo."
~~Thank you. `Ave a nice day.~~
"Thank you, have a nice day now."
Jon steps from the store, placing the gun and ammo in his pack. He walks back
out to the main street, wandering uptown. He wanders the city, looking around. He
finally comes across a car dealership. Walking onto the lot, he looks around.
"Excuse me, my good man, do you need anything?"
~~Yes, a porche would be nice.~~
"Sorry, we don't carry porches. This is a used car lot."
~~Oh.~~
Jon leaves the car lot, and walks into a park. He walk to a deserted part of the
park and activates another portal. He steps through, and the portal closes, leaving the
same ripple effect.
He steps out onto a mountain road.
~~Man.~~ Jon says, and starts to walk down the road. As he starts to walk
around a corner, a porche flies around it, screeching to a stop. An englishman in a tux
steps from it, walks to the trunk, and pulls a strange backpack from it. He straps on
the pack and leaps off the side of the mountain. A hang-glider extends from the pack
and the man flies off.
~~Um, yeah.~~ Jon says, and walks over to the car. He inspects it, and seeing
the keys are still in it, leaps in. He starts up the porche.
~'Purrs like a kitten, drives like a dream I bet.'~ Jon thinks as he starts down the
mountain road.
A panel on the dash flips up, and an elderly englishman appears on the screen.
~'Cool, a tv.'~ Jon thinks.
"Double oh nine? Is that you?"
~~Uh, yeah. What's up?~~
"We need you back `ere immediatly, 009."
~~Um, back where?~~
"`Eadquarters, 009. Do you need me to drive it?"
~~Yeah. That'd be good.~~
"Okay. `Old on, though. This Virtual Driving gets tricky."
The car jerks ahead on its own, as the panel slides down. Jon turns on the
radion, and starts to play with all the buttons on the dash. He presses one button, and
a rocket launcher extends from the trunk.
~'Cool.'~
Jon presses the button again and the rocket launcher slides back down into the
trunk. He presses another button and a panel on the side of the car flips open and a
gleaming grayish tube slides out. A panel flips up on the steering wheel. It has the
buttons on it. One has a diagram of what seems to be a grappling hook, another has
a electric symbol, and the last has the symbol of a machine gun. Jon presses the
button on the dash and the panel on the steering wheel closes and the cylinder retracts
back into the car. Jon presses a third button and several seven inch spikes extend
from the grill.
~~This car rules!~~
"What was that, 009?" a voice says.
~~Uh, nuthin'.~~
Jon presses that button again and the spikes retract. He presses a forth button
and studs extend on the tires. Jon presses that button again, and the studs recede into
the tire. Jon notices a button marked change. He presses it, and the car begins to
change color. It goes from a green porche to a red t-top. Jon presses that button again
and the car changes back.
~'This car kicks so much *** it ain't funny!'~
Jon turns on the radio and leans back, letting the englishman drive. He reclines
and takes a nap, in fact. (
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