I usually don't see me when I sit down at the computer. I see the girls, or I'll see one of my friends, maybe a movie star or something but it's rare that I make an appearance in the text. Too cut down on confusion I'll refer to my text self as Sean Renaud for the rest of this cus otherwise this won't make sense. He normally calls me Sean but I'm editing this so he calls me Bossman again this is done for your clarity dear reader.
"Uh Bossman, where the fuck am I and why the fuck am I?" Just quick glance around and it was obvious he was on the sidewalk of a street but it was hard to identify his location with just those details. I mean there was grass and there were houses, nothing that really stood out in comparison to everything else. It was just a street.
"I'm not really sure actually." I responded to Sean straining for any details that would reveal his location a little more clearly. After a few minutes of looking around I got the details I was looking for. The street that Sean was standing on a was shaped like an hour glass with several grass playing fields in the middle of it. It looked like two streets and gods only knew how many accidents had been caused by someone unfamiliar with the area not particularly paying attention going up the down street or vice versa but each street was a one way only street. "Okay you're in Heritage. I know where you are. I don't really know why you are though."
"Thanks." Sean started walking down the street, well actually up he was heading North for what it was worth. At least if Storyland follows the same geographic rules as the real world. Sometimes they seem to make up their own rules or even that there is no rules until they come upon a reason for one. Karen turned the corner behind him. She was wearing a pair of corduroy pants that didn't really flatter her curve, they did a good job of clinging to her ass. She was wearing an oversized tee shirt. There was a man with her, an overweight white man wearing a pair of her golden hoop ear rings. Sean just cut me an angry glance.
"Hey I didn't invite them here." I responded. The man she was walking with was her husband, well Kitten's husband anyway and he wasn't supposed to show up in my stories. Not out of respect mind you, more out of bit of jealousy. Still I had no idea why the two of them were casually walking down the street.
Sean didn't know either but whatever it was that brought them there Karen didn't particularly want Sean and her husband to meet. Sean wasn't feeling cooperative though, he could have accepted the plea in her eyes and just pretended he didn't see them. He could have done what I wanted and knocked the fucker out, then slit his throat. But he decided to go with the one answer that I couldn't predict. "Hi, I'm Sean and you are?"
"Jack." The two men shook hands and started walking down the street. The two men were silent, it was like Jack knew instinctively who Sean was but there was nothing that he could do about it so he was just quietly going along with it. Sean was oddly quiet as he walked down the streets, he was probing for something, for some kind of weakness. I'm not sure what he was looking for.
"Holy shit." Sean whispered. Up a head maybe half a block on of the stone street lights was toppled over and an SUV was slammed into it nearly folded in half. The back seats were where the front seats belonged and the front seats had shattered through the windshield. There were two bodies, a man and a woman hanging half way out of the shattered glass covered in blood. "Oh man." Behind it was another car this one turned over on the sidewalk blocking the path. Judging by the smoke it had either just stopped burning or was about to ignite but there was no dependable way of telling which.
"What happened here?" Jack asked as he walked forward.
The thing was I didn't know what had happened. Usually I do, it turns out that one of the benefits of being complete in charge of a world is that you generally know what's going on but in this case I was utterly clueless. I wouldn't have been so bad if it was just Jack and Karen down there. I mean I love Karen but shit happens and some of it happens to her and Jack, well he can eat shit and die and I wouldn't complain the thing is I'm rather attached to Sean. "Bossman, I don't like this." I'm not sure it really would have done him any good to turn around and go back the way he came but he kept walking forward climbing over the car.
There dozens if not hundreds of cars piled up beyond that point. It was almost to horrific to have been real, but there it was. Tons of twisted metal, burning rubber and mangled flesh. "Guys you might want to get out of there." I whispered. If I could have just whisked them out of that place and sent them someplace nice but I couldn't. That's not always how it works, sometimes I have to just let it ride.
"Okay Bossman I don't like this." Karen said as she turned her eyes up to the sky to find it had turned blood red with a black sun hovering in it. Lazy black clouds floated ominously threatening to drop who knows what on the people below. "Can we go someplace nicer?"
"Who are you guys talking to?" Jack finally asked staring back and forth between his wife and Sean both of whom were standing back to back apparently testing the limits of whatever powers they had.
"I think I'm normal." Sean whispered. There was obviously a little cause for alarm at that.
"I'm normal too." Karen replied her hazel eyes scanning the twisted wreckages for any movement.
"Of course you're normal!" Jack shouted. "What are you guys talking about!" He was genuinely panicking. Not that there wasn't good cause for panic but he was talking to them and not to me which was weird. I mean I have characters that ignore me before but that's usually because they get off on being douche bags. Not because they are actually unaware of me. Jack seemed to be completely unaware of me.
"Bossman?" Karen asked.
"I'm here!" I shouted.
"I don't hear him, but maybe he's ignoring me. I mean the real me isn't his favorite person right now. Can you hear him Sean?"
"Actually I was about to mention that something is very very wrong. I can't hear him either and he's very protective of me." It's a fact. I never put him through anything worse than some minor heartache.
Then there was a rhythmic chanting. I couldn't understand the words clearly, I think because they weren't chanting in English. It might have been Latin, it certainly sounded Latin but I took Latin in high school and none of the words were familiar to me. "That's not good." Sean said as he turned in the direction of the voices. Things were definitely slipping from bad to worse.
The source of the voice was an army of men wearing red and black hooded robes and walking through the streets. They were dragging behind them men and women in chains. "What are we going to do?" Karen asked.
"I think it's safe to say that we're in this alone. Bossman either can't or won't help us out of this situation so we need to get out of here ourselves, and that starts with getting the fuck away from those guys!" Sean shouted turning around to run. "And since neither of us has any powers I think it's safe to say we can't stand and fight."
"Agreed." Karen said.
"What are you guys."
