Driving North

I held the steering wheel at the top with one hand.  My fingers tapping away to the music.  The station playing was one of the oldie stations you only get out in the middle of nowhere.  A station like this would never survive in the big old city.  With the hipsters and millennial’s taking over.  The music was disgusting, not like the old days where music was timeless.  Artists had to sing, none of this auto tune shit.  I turned the volume up on the music.  This song took me back to my teens.  Elvis.  “Don’t step on those blue swede shoes baby.”  I started to sing along.

Turning the volume down. I thought I had heard some kind of a stomping sound coming from the back.  I waited, leaving the volume down low to see if I’d hear that again.  Yup, there it is, I had to pull over.

Waiting until I found a safe spot on the side of the country road to pull over.  Bringing the car to a stop I reached over to my day bag that was packed with some clothing, some water, rope, a knife, oh and there it was.  I pulled out a small bottle and got a fresh needle from the package of four.  Sliding the needle through the membrane of the small vile I sucked up what I thought would be enough CC to put out a little lady and then I carefully put the vial back into a larger container and opened the door.

I smiled at passing cars and waved.  A nice man stopped to see if I needed assistance, which I didn’t.  Looking up and down the road I listened for the sound of car engines.  Once everything was quiet and the only sound was that of birds chirping, I popped the trunk.  Staring up at me was a wide-eyed woman.  Duct tape covering her mouth, she looked to be about twenty or so.  Her jeans dirty, shirt riding up as she struggled against the rope that had her hands tied behind her back.  She tried to talk to me through the duct tape, but I couldn’t make out a word she was saying.  “Don’t worry this won’t hurt a bit.  I can’t have you back here making all that kind of racket, now can I?”  I leaned down to put a needle in her neck, but she kept moving.  “You need to be still.  If I put this needle in and it snaps off, you will be in bad shape.”  I held her head down this time.  With some force, pushing it in to the rough carpet of my trunk.  The needle went in and I pressed down on the plunger.  It wasn’t long until her body became limp and she quieted down.  Gently I pulled the needle out and walked back to my door and sat down in the car.

Once everything had been put away, I put the needle back in my day bag and drove on up the road.  I flipped the radio station to a new channel.

“This just in.  The daughter of police chief Winston McGill has been abducted outside her college campus.  This video tape shows a red Honda pulling up beside her, the door opened she appears to have been pulled into the car.  If you see this vehicle report it to the authorities right away.”  I flipped the channel.

Down on the hood of the car the old Chrysler hood ornament caught the sun as it broke through the trees.  Up ahead I could see lights flashing, police had blocked the road.  There were a couple of cars ahead of me.  One of which was the old man who had asked if I needed help.  One by one the cars in front of me were waved through the roadblock.  I stopped beside the police officer who leaned down and looked around inside my car.

“Where you heading?”

“Heading up north to my cottage not far up the road.  I have some acreage and I’m going to spend a few days hunting.  Are you a hunter officer?”
“No I never got into it. My father loves it.  Well you have a good few days.”

“Thank you, you as well.”  I smiled and nodded and drove off slowly.

 

Flipping the radio back on I started to hum and looked at the road sign.  150 KM to Bonfield.

The End

Copyright F.C. Janes

Eye Contact

And so it began…

I stared in to the eyes of a man who hated me and wanted nothing more then to see the end of me.  To feel his blade crack my ribs as it slide through my flesh puncturing the most important of organs was his greatest desire.  I didn’t stand in front of him defenceless, I had my own sword drawn, my fingers curled around the hilt waiting and ready.  When I looked into my enemies eyes I always found something new with in myself.  This time as I looked in to cold steel blue eyes of my enemy I felt peace.  My mind was calm and clear of thought.  Even the sounds that echoed around us on the battlefield sounded distant, like it would be days before the battle was at my feet.

He took a step and started to approach me, his breath could be seen in the cool spring air.  I counted his breaths.  One breath…two…three.  He was breathing quickly.  My own pulse started to race, blood from past slayed enemies slowly dripped from the tip of my sword.  Their lives stolen by me on orders from a King that I had never met and was not anywhere near the battle.  The young die so the old may live.  My father use to say until I killed him.  Oh…I’m sorry you thought you were riding along with the hero of the story.  No, that man stood across from me, walking towards me, wanting to take my life.

I had been exposed to death from an early age.  The first time I saw it was with my pet dog.  It had peed on the house floor and my father had beat it until it died.  The second was my father cutting down a curious man who had peaked inside the door of the lodge.  Looking some place he should not have.  My father killed out of blind rage,  I turned to the family business in to one that pays.

The first attack came, a thrust forward that I quickly parried out of the way.  Side stepping in the opposite direction that I deflected my enemies sword.  Bringing my blade around for my answer to his attack.  He recovered nicely deflected my blade but missed my fist that made good contact with his jaw.  His head snapped back, he lost his balance, and for a brief moment I thought it would end here.  With him falling to the ground and me running my blade through his neck so he could drown and choke on his own blood.

Turned out he was tougher than that and stood his ground.  Recovered in time to deflect a two handed blow that would have surely cut his head from his shoulders.  Each attack followed a perfectly time block.  Our dance continued, my own breath filling the air in front of me with a quick fog, only to disappear with in seconds to be made hole with another breath.

There was the sound of a horn, not from my side.  The horn was pure, clean, had a rather pleasing sound to it.  But it caught my enemies attention for a brief moment.  His sword lowered for just a second.  Instead of striking with my blade I had pulled a dagger out from under my cloak, which remained hidden from him.  With a quick thrust my triangular shaped dagger cut into him deeply.  I felt it scrap over bone before sinking deeper in to his side.

My enemies eyes went wide, with a twist I pulled it out and kicked him in the stomach, knocking him on to his back.  I stood over him looking down, his sword fallen from his hand.  Blood bubbling up from the wound.  My eyes not leaving his as I watched the life drain out of him.

I looked forward and saw men running, they were retreating.  I smiled and watched as men and women fighting on my side ran after them.  Wanting to not leave a single one of them standing.  I couldn’t help but think to myself as I watched the hordes retreat that it was a sad day for the free men and women of this world.  Sure, kings fall, some good, some bad.  No different then the one that pays me well to fight.  But I had this odd feeling that this time the weak would be come slaves, the capable would become servants , and people like me would find a different kind of freedom waiting for them in this new world.

 

The End

Prompt: Food

Good Morning everyone!  How are we all doing?  Good….good.  Next weeks prompt is Eye Contact.  I’m looking forward to what my creative mind comes up with for this one.  Considering the prompt food created the short piece of flash fiction below.  As always if you enjoy it leave a like or comment.  I know skipped a week, that is because I had gotten my half sleeve on my right forearm finished and it was rather tender last weekend and didn’t feel much like writing.  Now I have no excuses to miss any other Monday’s.


As a human being I had never thought of myself as food for an animal.  Maybe the first man to step foot out of his cave then immediately eaten by some creature lost to the fossil record.  He probably felt like food but not in 2354.  Now here I am being chased down like I was a barbeque chicken.

I leapt over a fallen tree that’s trunk was easily the size of my lander.  Thanks to the jump jets on my TSE suit it made it look easy.  Looking over my shoulder to see if the darling creature I had stumbled upon during my mapping mission of planet X0-1 had been able to follow me.  To my surprise it did.  The snarling purple with green spines running down its back had extended webbing from its side.  Basically it turned it’s self into a kite and it was a bit to close for comfort.

Glancing down at my arm where a small view screen showed a greed dot which was me and a red dot which was my lander.  That is where I was heading as quickly as possible.  The distance between the green dot and the red dot was shrinking but not fast enough to give me any kind of relief.  Again I looked over my shoulder and the creature was gaining on me.  I pushed myself and my suit to its limits.  The TSE suit did give me better agility and strength.  It didn’t offer much protection from claws and teeth.  Those two things is what worried me the most.

Raising my arm I punched a set of commands in to my wrist computer to open the rear hatch of my lander.  It was about six feet wide and ten feet tall.  More then enough room to let me in and the creature following me.  I had to have at least four seconds on the monster to allow me enough time to close the hatch behind me.  I had everything ready to go.  The lander flashed red telling me the rear hatch was open and waiting, I just needed four seconds.

The tree’s started to thin out and a valley opened up.  I could see the lander there, rear hatch open waiting for me.  I felt like it was calling out to me, urging me to run faster if that was even possible.  The lander was down hill which gave me an advantage but it also worked for the creature.  I would be sure to put a warning to anyone else visiting this planet to stay the fuck away.

I was now ten feet from the lander I jumped and landed in the hold slamming against the back wall.  It was about 20 feet deep.  I pressed the emergency close button on my wrist computer.  The door hissed and slammed shut.  Breathing heavily in my suit caused the impact resin visor to fog up.  I rolled on to my back and through the fog of the visor I stared in to the face of the creature.  “Oh shit.”

 

The End.

Dance

Now that I’m over that damn cold I was fighting.  I have something to share with you all.  As I’m sure some of you are aware I’m doing my best write a prompt story per week.  The prompt for this week was Dance.  Next week the prompt will be Food.  If you plan on joining me I’d enjoy reading what you came up with.


Dance

Standing with the flintlock rifle raise the carriage slowed.  The collar of the highwayman’s long leather cloak flipped up high and tied up at the front with buttons. Keeping the lower half of his face hidden from sight.  The cloak hid two back up pistols he had strapped on his person, which could be easily reached through fake pockets.  His large brimmed hand pulled low covering his face in shadow.

“Woah there!”  The driver said while pulling on the reins.  “Don’t want no trouble mister, please step aside and let me pass.”

Lowing the rifle into a position that he could raise quickly if needed he stared at the driver.  “Good sir, I have a question and then I will let you on your way.”

“Ask yer question.”  His hand sliding to a pistol hidden beside him.

“I plan on robbing the people of their goods in side that carriage of yours, and I am wondering if your employer see’s fit to pay you enough to raise that pistol you have hidden and play a game of chance or if a you’d rather step down from your seat and disappear?”

There was a stretch of silence.  It was clear the driver, an older man, his better days long past was considering the words of the man that stood in front of him.  Many years his younger and a rifle that was so clean and so well kept it caught the rays of sunlight through the trees.  It was clear this highwayman was not bluffing.  “Good sir, I am thirsty and I do believe there is a town not to far back the way I came.  I think I’ll get myself a drink.”  Tying up the reins  on the bench seat he sat on he stepped down.  Brushed his hands off on his pants and made a quick jog back down the road.

 

The drapes that were pulled shut cracked and eyes followed the driver as he ran down the road.  Panicked whispers could be heard coming from inside and the highwayman walked up to the carriage.  Being sure to stay in a position where he could use the windows to his advantage and being sure the line of sight he gave the people sitting in carriage was limited.

“To the people sitting inside the carriage I have four things I need you to do.  As I speek these things I expect to see it happen or I will fire in the window and I hit who I hit.  I can rob you of your goods or you life.  One, how many of there are you?”

There was some confused whispering then a woman yelled.  “Four.”

“ Two, I want your weapons tossed out the window, this means firearms and knives.”  The highwayman waited but nothing happened.  “If I don’t see weapons falling to the road, the person sitting in the front right window dies.”

Weapons started to drop out of the window, two pistols, two knives.

“Good, three, I want you to step out very slowly, hands in the air.”

The highwayman knew that this is where things got dangerous.  This is generally where people did desperate things.  He had strapped the rifle over his back and had his hands were in fake pocket gripping both pistols.  The door was pushed open and slammed against the carriage wall.

“Settle down now.  Be good and slow.”

The highwayman watched two rather stunning women step out and wore  sour looks on their faces.  He couldn’t tell if they were disgusted by him or that their lovely spring dresses of blue and yellow were being dragged in the dirt.  Behind them exited a man with his hands up.

“Where is the fourth?”  From around the corner of the carriage and man appeared holding a pistol.  The lord who tired to play hero was no match for the highwayman.  The second it took the young lord to round the corner, the highwayman had his gun up, fired, and the lord collapsed to the ground.

The women screamed at the sound, worried that the shot was directed at them.  When silence returned they realized that a man lay on the dirt, rolling side to side, holding his gut, a white wig laying not far form his head.  The man was moaning.

“See what happens when you get stupid.”  The highwayman said.  “This didn’t need to happen.”

The women in the yellow dress ran to the man who was in sever discomfort.  “You killed him.”  She yelled.

The highwayman shrugged, it wasn’t the first life he took and he knew it wouldn’t be his last.

“How dare you!”  The man said and took a step forward towards the highwayman.

Another pistol was raised and pointed at the would be hero.  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“You have no honor killing a man like that.”

“Honor is not a concern of mine.” The highwayman glanced down at the dying man, an ever expanding pool of blood formed around him.  “Your ladies jewelry and whatever coin you have on you, are my concern.”  Tossing a leather pouch to the man.  “Fill it and you may have time to get him to a doctor before he bleeds out.”

“I think not!”  The man spit on the ground while the women coward behind him.  “I challenge you do a duel, to a gentlemen’s death.  Which is more than you deserve.”

“I really don’t have time for this, just fill the pouch.”

“Coward!”

The highwayman was no coward, he did have a rapier on him and he could use it.  He looked at the young lord.  “If you wish to die as well, I do not mind sending you to the reaper like your friend.”  Undoing the buttons to his cloak he raised a sword, keeping one of the loaded pistols in his hand until he was sure this was not a trick.  The young lord had his rapier out quick and was already walking towards him.  The highwayman decided to raise his pistol, pulled the trigger and nothing happened.

The young lord stood there smiling.  “It would appear God is on my side.”

“No, just luck.”  The flintlock pistol did not spark, silently the highwayman cursed himself.  Tossing it away he realized this dance was about to start.

 

The blades came together as the young lord attacked.  Expertly the attacks were deflected by the highwayman until the young lord drew the first line of blood with a lighting fast slash that tore a razer sharp opening in the highwayman’s cloak drawing a line of red on the tanned skin under it.  The highwayman flinched but noticed the young lord was taking satisfaction in the strike and the highwayman returned attack of his own.  Cutting the thin silk of lords shirt the young lords stomach was cut open and cut deep.  The thin fabric giving no protection.  Quickly the young lord’s hand went to his stomach to try to stop the bleeding but it was to late.  The highwayman followed up with a quick thrust and the point of the rapier pierced deeply in to the chest, the young lord collapsed.

Before his mind could register the shot the highwayman felt his chest burn and fell to his knees.  Looking up at the lady who stood in front of him holding a smoking pistol.  “Where’d you get that?”  Falling face first in to the mud of the road he joined the two men on the road to the reaper.

 

The End

Candy Apple Red

Sitting in the living room Johnny had his Holo-Mask on that allowed him to project images on to surfaces throughout his home. It allowed him to do everything from watching T.V, playing video games, and surfing the web. Using hand jesters Johnny skipped through pages of the VirtWeb looking at cars. Lately Johnny was obsessed with cars ever since his father had told him about the car his grandfather had once owned.
Johnny found it hard to believe that cars once rolled on wheels and a person actually had to control it. These were things that he had trouble picturing. But he was determined to find videos or images of people driving cars.

The VirtWeb was full of information, the days of the Internet had come and gone and so did the adult videos and pictures that filled up 90% of it. Society embraced knowledge and information over gluttony and lustful urges. No longer did YouTube serve up videos of guys kicking other guys in the balls, or girls bouncing their tits so they could get famous. Now YouTube was all instructional videos and a learning resource where schools and other education facilities posted classes. It was a future where traveling across the country to attend an Ivy League College was no longer necessary.

Johnny was excited. He finally stumbled upon an automotive history v-log and was able to see some of the videos of men and women driving cars. It was the first time he had seen a steering wheel or cars actually sitting on tires and not hovering silently above the ground.
‘Dad! I found something…come here quick and bring your Holo-Mask.’ Johnny flipped through more pictures and videos until he stopped at an image of an old Corvette. The picture had captivated his mind as he waited for his father.
‘What did you find son?’ Dad linked in with his Holo-Mask and soon the same image popped up on his screen. ‘That is a beauty, I had a poster of that car on my wall as kid and worked hard to own such a vehicle.’
‘Dad, what color is that? I have never seen a color like that before. Our cars no longer look like that or come like that, with the nano-paint that keeps cars clean and in perfect condition.’
‘Yeah, it’s a shame too. I know the nano-paint is used to absorb the energy from the sun and to power the cars, but back then son paint was an expression of the owner. Ahh, the color is candy red I’d say.’
Johnny cooed. ‘Can we go to the automotive museum this Saturday? I’d really like to learn more about old cars.’
‘Sure son, I’d like that.’ Dad put his arm around his son as the continued to flip through old images of cars. A smile was on his face as Dad got to relive his youth and share his passion of cars with his son.

The End

J.C. Fredricks