How? Magic... That's How!

How? Magic… That’s how!

Prologue

Darkness. It filled the ground, the sky, the air. Actually, I didn’t even know if there was a ground or sky, just the black as sin air. Then, quickly and out of nowhere, specks of light appeared through the dark. Small and large dots alike, made of bright, white, pure light. It shone warmly and welcomingly, waiting for someone to come greet it. The clouds seemed to completely avoid the light and were push back by it.

Then, many lights began to grow and swell. They seemed to also emit an annoyingly loud noise. The lights continued to grow, until they eventually swelled so bright they were hard to look at. The dark clouds were engulfed in the light. The extremely bright light engulfed everything.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. My eyes shot open, and the loud noise was replaced by aggressive music. I awkwardly sat up, and my legs shot out from under my torso. I looked around trying to figure out where I was. Everything was white, strangely enough. Tiles stretched up the wall, and I sat, half naked, in a curved white bowl of some sorts. To the left of me a white curtain hung down, blocking anything hiding behind it.

I grabbed the flimsy curtain and shoved it out of my line of sight. Outside of the curtain was a small room, with a counter, and a blocky, shiny object. The counter was littered with bottles that were either empty, or broken. The more I thought about my surroundings, the more my head throbbed and pounded with pain.

The little man in my head finally noticed it was time to wake up. He started to shift the puzzle pieces into place. I finally realized where I was, in my bathroom, of my apartment, hung over after a late night with friends. I clumsily maneuvered myself out of my bathtub. I stumbled to the door leading into the living room, and threw it open, leaving a hole in the drywall, were the knob struck.

The Living room, or kitchen, or even bedroom was a mess, waiting for me to clean it up. Trash, beer bottles, broken glass, and anything that you could make a mess of, was scattered across the room, or cluttering up counters and tables. The walls were the only thing clean except for all the flags or posters hanging around.

Next to the front door was Old Glory, the old red, white, and blue of the United States of America. Under her was a scarlet and gold Marine flag. Opposite of those flags, were another two flags side by side. On the left was the Colorado flag, and on the right was the California flag. Posters were hung everywhere, one of which was a menacing skull, biting down a single brass knuckle. A bloody hand with the number five in the middle covered the skull’s forehead. Another poster hung up, was the Swinging Fryer, next to that was a sky blue and lightning yellow, lightning bolt.

Off in the corner adjacent of the front door, sat a computer. The computer part sat under a cheap desk, while two monitors sat on top of the desk. The computer was cold and seemed like it hasn’t been on for days, or, more likely, hours. My head throbbed harder with every detail I studied.

I felt like my skin was going to gyrate of my forehead. My eyes felt like they would pop out of my head. I stumbled back into the bathroom, flopping onto the counter. I dragged my body up supporting myself up with my arms. I looked into the chrome mirror, to see a replica of me in it. My long gray hair hung over my shoulders. The gray matched my pointy beard. I looked like a mad man, only to complete the look was the scar over my left eye, blinding it. My dog tags that I only noticed now were hung around my neck. Two thin, oval like pieces of metal accompanied a thicker oddly shaped steel bit. I shook off my pesky studying. Blood was pour from my nose. I was shocked, but I shrugged it off keeping as calm as possible. I looked left to see another, smaller mirror.

“Aspirin,” I shot out from under my breath, “it must be in the medicine-” I screamed in agony before finishing my sentence. I threw open the mirror to expose an array of various bottles and packages. I grabbed a huge bottle before falling to the ground. I read the bottle making sure it was the right one. “Ibuprofen” the bottle said in big printed letters, I tried to open the child proof lid, before I conjured up all my strength in a fit of rage and broke the lid opened. Pills flew every which way like shrapnel. I downed a few fills before dropping the bottle.

“F-FUCK-CK!” I screamed in agony as my brain summoned a brick breaking blow. I’ve been shot before, and compared to this head tearing pain feels like getting a tiny, little, baby splinter. The aspirin was working, my torment was starting to die down, but it still hurt like a Son-of-a-Bitch! I gathered as many aspirin pills as I could a stuffed them into the pockets on my olive drab pants. I got to my feet and bolted out of my bathroom.

Lying on the ground next to my front door was a harness like article of clothing and a black coat. I ran over and put the harness, which was actually a shoulder holster. It was complete with the two pistols hanging under my armpits. I put the coat on over it, concealing it.

I burst out the door into my apartment complex, the stairs to my left led down to the parking lot. I took them down to my truck. A large, fading green camouflaged truck sat cold waiting for me to jump in. I started my approach to my vehicle before I was struck with another fit of antagonizing pain. I stumbled over myself falling onto the hood of the small car next to my truck.

I rolled to my back on top of the car. I pinned my arms up against me like a T-rex as I painfully hissed, “M-MOTH-THERFUCK-ER!” I noticed darkness was starting to seep into my vision. I started to close my eyes before an all too familiar voice started ring in my head.

“Get up!” the voice said in a raspy unsettling voice. I shot awake. I was on the concrete ground next to the car. The sky was now a hazy purple mixed with a fiery orange. At least the part I could see, most of the sky was brewing with dark grey storm clouds. I summoned up what little strength I had to get to my feet. Rain started to pour from the heavens.

I looked at my truck. “No way was I going to be able to drive.” I thought to myself. I looked down the street opposite of my vehicle. Large buildings led down to the escape of this fort like structure. I began to shuffle out, having no idea where to go other than a hospital, I let my instincts guide me. I began my journey, in bad health and bad weather, going where ever or bust.