The Coming Darkness
by
JamesPicard_007
Chapter 5
Summers
It was early morning when the boat docked at the Summers port. The crew of the small fishing departed along with their single passenger. The crew had considered him creepy, but he had paid well for the trip to Summers so they did not hold him back. Zarus allowed them to live for now.
The tourists were beginning to pour from the hotels and into the streets for vacation fun. There was too many of them for Zarus to complete the first step of his mission in secrecy. He decided to wait until nightfall to carry out his mission. A bodybuilder who was out on his morning jog bumped into Zarus.
“Hey! Watch where you’re going old man.” He said.
“I would advise you watch your tongue as it will cause you trouble in the future.” Zarus replied.
“I’d pound you if you weren’t so old.”
Zarus placed his hand over the man’s heart. The bodybuilder protested for a second before he slumped to the ground devoid of any life. Zarus walked away to find a place where he could rest into nightfall.
A few hours later the passenger boat that Allen had caught docked into the port. Allen proceeded to the L’hotel de Summers where he had luckily got a reservation the night before. He unpacked his bags in the room and went downstairs to catch the breakfast buffet.
After a hearty breakfast Allen took a walk through Summers. The sun was shining brightly and there was a gentle breeze. The streets and beach was crowded with tourists. As Allen passed by the museum he saw that there was a special exhibition going on. However Allen was not interested much in the sights of Summers.
He continued into Toto to visit a tea shop that carried a special blend that Allen enjoyed. As Allen exited the tea shop he noticed a few ruffians nearby. They started to try and follow him discretely, but Allen was too good for them. He took off running and slipped into one of the alleyways.
His pursuers ran after him into the alleyway, but he had disappeared from the dead end path. Behind them they heard a quiet tap. They turned around to find their prey.
“Well. Look who’s got the fancy moves.” A tall one said.
“Oh. I’m so afraid.” A shorter man said.
“I’d advise you to be on your way before you get hurt.” Allen told them.
“Why should we? We needs some money and it looks like you’ve got plenty. Especially when we’ve got these.” The tall one said as they produced switchblades from their pockets.
They approached Allen tossing their blades between each hand to make themselves look more menacing. The tall lunged at Allen with the blade extending from his left hand. Allen sidestepped and grab the tall man’s left arm and brought his knee into the attacker’s solar plexus.
The short one also charged Allen, but Allen replied with a roundhouse kick and knocked the blade out of his hand. Then with a quick jab to the face knocked the short man to the ground. The two thieves looked at each other and got back up. They stood looking at each other deciding on what to do next.
Then once more they rushed Allen together. Suddenly they jumped to tackle Allen, but he quickly fell flat to the ground and when they landed just behind him he swung his legs out and knocked them once more to the ground. Allen picked up a nearby weighty trash can, threw it on his assailants’ backs and then jumped on the can itself.
“Now. If I was you two I would get up and walk away and never bother anyone again. Got it?” Allen said to them.
In one final act of defiance the two got up together rolling the trash can and Allen off at the same time. However Allen was expertly trained in athletics and back flipped off the can and landed smoothly on the ground. His attackers, dumbfounded, ran off before he could humiliate them anymore.
As they ran off Allen dug behind where the trash can had been to get his box of tea. Having successfully defended himself Allen returned to the hotel. He didn’t do much for the rest of the day except visit the hotel’s weight room and swimming pool.
Evening set in and Summers became a wasteland. Clouds poured in and covered the somewhat dismal moon. The wind was somewhat ominous tonight. Allen found that he couldn’t sleep and decided to brew himself some of his tea. He sat out on the balcony and stared at the ocean while he sipped his tea.
There was a feeling in his heart. A feeling of terrible things to come. A sense of dread unlike anything he had felt before. It troubled him greatly. Even his beloved tea did nothing to relax him. He set the tea down on the nearby table and walked to the edge of the balcony.
The moon was now peering through the clouds and Allen stared wondering. Then in the distance Allen heard the sound of an alarm. He looked in the direction and saw a dark figure running out of the museum. In his hands was a bright red object the figure placed into the robes he was wearing.
Then the figure started to run in the direction of the hotel. Allen looked around, but didn’t see any police running to the scene. He judged the sidewalk to be only ten feet below him. Allen placed his hand on the balcony and left over the side. He landed in front the running figure who stopped suddenly.
“What were you doing in the museum?” Allen asked.
Zarus placed his hand on Allen’s chest, but Allen quickly threw it off. Realizing that he had little time to deal with this person he shoved Allen aside and continued running. Allen stumbled a second, but regained his footing and began chasing the thief. Zarus was fast, but Allen was catching up to him fast.
Zarus ducked into one of the alleyways to try and throw Allen off guard. He twisted and turned through the alleyways, uncertain if he was throwing Allen off. Then he came to a dead end. He stopped for a second to catch his breath before he jumped the wall. Zarus took off running and caught the top of the wall, but something pulled him off and turned him around.
Allen slammed Zarus into the wall. Once more Zarus placed his hand on Allen’s chest, but nothing happened. Zarus lowered his hand in shock and stared at Allen.
“What are you? Who..?” Zarus began.
“What were you doing at the museum?” Allen asked.
“It’s you. Yes.”
“What?”
“You are the one in the dreams of the few that have been chosen to participate in this grand drama.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Hahahaha. You shall know soon enough. So. What shall you decide?”
“You are seriously nuts.”
“Hehehe. Talk now for that is all you can do. We shall meet again. Allen!”
“What the..?”
Zarus threw Allen back and in a flash of light disappeared. Allen looked around, but found no signs of Zarus. The thief had vanished completely.
“What was he talking about? And how did he know my name….?” Allen thought to himself.
Dalaam
The Chosen
Four had stayed in Dalaam to prepare themselves for the upcoming trials.
Everyone had gathered what they needed and were now preparing to leave. Paula
was finishing packing her bag when a slight chill overcame her and she slumped
to the floor.
“What
happened?”
“It has begun. It has begun.” Paula sniffled.