The Dark Years, Segment 2

This is the continuation of an original fiction piece by baloonacy, formerly known as crazienis.  The first part is here.

The Dark Years, Segment 2


After sitting in the tree for 10 cold, damp, miserable minutes, Tom showed up. All the cold seemed to melt away when I saw him. He looked slightly put off, but when he saw me his face lit up. He jogged the rest of the way to the tree and gave me a hand down. We squished across my lawn for the final time, though I wasn’t sad to see it go. It had been the site of many childhood injuries, though they had been my fault because I had had no one else there to blame or even talk to. As I fastened my seatbelt in Tom's truck, his face fell.

"Tommy, what's the matter?" I asked, confused.

"Braden's up to his old tricks again, and this time, he's dead serious. So just be careful, and don't tell him that I'm going to be the one to finish the rite for you, because if he knows, he'll jump the gun and possibly kill you."

The Dark Years Part 1, a Fictional Piece in Installments

Hello all,

Crazienis here. I had a spark of inspiration after being squeezed to the thickness of a pancake during elective one day. I would then continue on to be here, and write this post. I'm going to release a story in installments for ?????????? installments. Here goes!!!!

Of all the quirky things to do with my life, I decided to end the world. Not that I was at all remorseful, because mankind had destroyed all my childish innocence by eliminating my family when I was four.

It was a stormy, gloomy night as I crept out. I wished I had picked a better night to go, but Mother Nature had other ideas. I squished across my soggy front lawn and slowly crept up the tree where I would wait.

End of Part One.