The Stranger

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A soul, in a dark town, runs from the government.

Submitted: January 11, 2014

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The Stranger

 

The night had gotten cold while he was inside. The Stranger stood up and glanced to his left. He saw what he already knew was there, a dimly lit tavern with a dusty floor. Memories of the lives wasted away in the cups seemed to ascend from under the rusty old bar stools. He saw a table old men reminiscing about days of the past, before the war. He saw the bartender slowly, uninterestedly cleaning a mug. The stranger slowly rotated his head and looked to his right. A middle aged man, a man that was always there, in the same grimy back seat with the same dirty, unwashed clothes. A man that had witnessed countless atrocities and had been scarred past the point of sanity. Frigidly cold air rushed inside when the door was pushed open. The Stranger whipped his head back so he was able to see the door the second he felt the cold air on his neck. He turned just in time to see a demon briskly stride inside. The demon unsheathed his pitchfork and started yelling for papers as other demons entered the dark bar. With their long black overcoats and their almost glowing red skin, the demons gave the appearance of an oblong black widow spider. The Stranger watched, as if he was outside himself, above everything, as the demons grabbed on of the old men and shoved him to the ground. On his knees, with flaming pitchforks pointed at his head, the old man shakily pulled his papers out of his jacket and held them up to the officer. While the demons were occupied with the old man, believing that man was The Stranger, the real Stranger suddenly realized what was going on. His soul rushed back into his human body and he quietly crouched behind his table. The Stranger silently moves behind the bar and opened the double doors to the kitchen. The doors, thankfully, opened without creaking and The Stranger was able to sneak away. As he rapidly walked through the kitchen, he left his body and went back to the bar. He returned at the moment when the officer realized that the old man was not who they came for. The demons started yelling at each other Enochian. Although The Stranger could not understand their demonic tongue he understood them when they pointed to the double doors of the kitchen. He rushed back into his body and sprinted out the back door. The door opened up to a dark alleyway. He glanced in all directions and saw no escape route accept towards the street. But running out to the street would have been disastrous. The Stranger was able to see flashing lights on the street, the demons had friends. He looked skywards and saw the tops of the buildings shrouded in fog. A perfect spot to lose his pursuers. The Stranger leapt up and grabbed an overhanging fire escape and pulled himself up. He mounted 3 flights of stairs until he saw a window across the alley on the opposite building. He backed up against the wall and jumped out over the railing towards the other side. As the Stranger flew through midair, he left his body hanging and time stopped. He descended back down to the alleyway and saw the angry demons, the door to the kitchen, violently kicked open, almost to the point of snapping of its hinges. He saw the demons’ pitchforks, flaming white hot and pulsating, the droplets of rain, coming together and being turned into a hot mist by the fire. All of this, the fire, the steam, the door, the demons, frozen in time, perfectly still. The Stranger saw it all and paused for a moment to admire the sublime beauty of anger and the raging fight between hot and cold. He paused and remembered all the years he had spent on the run form the hateful government. The government who condemned him as a terrorist and criminal. He was reminded of his anger and realized the unabridged power of it. Anger surged into him and burned his soul, he instantly grew stronger, faster, and more powerful, more powerful than he had ever been before. He skyrocketed upwards, through the frozen clouds, past the frozen airships, through the frozen stratosphere and into frozen space. He climbed until he could rise no further and stopped. His soul was brimming with untapped power, he channeled all of his rage and anger into his fists, and began to descend. The speed of his fall rapidly increased until he was set aflame by breaking into the atmosphere. The Stranger could only tell he was nearing the surface by the changing the color of his surroundings. He fell faster and faster as he came closer to the ground and in the nanosecond when he was above his body by only a foot, time resumed. ­­­­­­ His soul flowed back into his body and immediately he felt the cold mist on his face, and the wind whipping against him as he fell. He crashed through the window and rolled into the room on the other side. He was all but certain that the demons were looking up at the rooftops now. After hearing his running feet on the metal of the fire escape and the loud noise of his breaking through the glass, he felt the demons’ surprised and angry stares through the floor. He began sprinting through the apartment. He paused for moment, rushing out of his body, to take in the perfection in the clutter of the apartment. He speculated the room belonged to mother with an infant child, hiding the baby away from the terrors of the outside. He speculated the mother had little time to keep the room clean, it was probably not her first priority, taking care of her child and taking care of herself, came before neatness. He saw a baby bottle on the ground, milk spilled over books without jackets, clothes in a heap in the corner, a table next to the wall covered in books. Covered in books with ripped pages, books with ripped bindings, books with burnt covers, books without words. He came back into his body, and continued running through the apartment, he exited the room, and came into a hallway, with books piled against the wall. He peered into another room, and his speculations were confirmed, a woman cowering under a desk, cluttered with more books, holding a hand over a crying infant’s mouth. He stopped and stared at them, wondering how this woman got where she was. He then regained his sense of urgency and sprinted away. He saw the door to the hallway, and kicked it down. A colossal crack and the door was ripped off its hinges, wood splinters flew everywhere, and The Stranger burst out into the hallway. He sprinted through the dimly lit hallway, hearing the wails of the infant, now that the mother had gone to the hallway of her apartment to see what was going on. Naught but a few flickering lights lighted the hallway. The Stranger ran to the staircase, after passing a boarded up elevator. He descended as fast as he could, vaulting a flight at a time. He was 3 floors down, when he realized there were no more stairs, there was just a gaping hole where the rest of the stairs should have been. He gazed down into the seemingly bottomless pit, and wondered how the tenants of the building could get out, and more importantly, how he could get out. He sprinted back up the stairs as fast as he could. When he passed the landing where the woman’s apartment was, he heard grunting and caught a glimpse of fire. The demons were here. As he further ascended, he heard cries from below, and the sound of heavy footfalls on the rotting wood floor. He ran with all his strength and reached the roof access door. He barreled through it and was immediately blinded by the whipping wind, 15 stories up. When he regained his sense of sight, he saw the most frightening thing of his entire existence: a demon airship. Overflowing with guns and missiles, the airship loomed above him. He heard the other demons exit the stairwell and come onto the roof. While the 2 soldiers panted, the officer told the Stranger to put his hands in the air and kneel down. The Stranger began to slowly put his hands up, but then quickly took three running steps towards the edge of the building, and jumped into the abyss. Before any demon knew what had happened, the Stranger was falling through midair, as he saw the floors of the building rush by, and the cold hard concrete ground rising to bring an end to him. At the last second, the Stranger left the body of his host and watched it slam into the ground and crumple to a heap. Although this was a horrific way to die, it is a blessing to die for a cause, then to have died for nothing. Furthermore, if the demons had taken him, he would have died a far more painful death. The stranger rose through the clouds and looked down on the scene below him, the airship, the demons on the roof, the ratty, old apartment building. He sighed and flew away. It was time to find another host, another body to fill, someone who could help the revolution, someone who could help the Stranger, and all of his kin.


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