Posts Tagged ‘Lucas’

The one and only church left in Jerusalem was burning. Towering flames lit the sky and illuminated crowds of people in the street. Most were celebrating the inferno. I walked into a nearby museum and into its massive marble floored lobby. Dozens of cameras mounted on the walls snapped photos of me from every angle, checking to see if I was a terrorist. Luckily, I was not.

I passed through the museum and out the back to a large, mostly vacant airfield. My favorite professor was giving a lecture on warfare and today the class was being held inside a Learjet parked out on the airstrip. Kevin, Lucas, and Melissa were attending the class with me. We filed into the jet and I made my way through the small group of other students to take a seat in the back, buckling myself into the leather chair. I could see a small river flowing by the airfield outside my window.

We watched with growing concern as the banks overflowed and water started flooding into the airfield and under our plane.

The professor stood at the front of the jet but hadn’t started his lecture yet. Not many of the students seemed interested anyway, as they were all talking about the dam upstream on the  river. A large flow of water was scheduled to be released down the river and was predicted to flood a local baseball field. We all though that was a terrible idea, as it would probably ruin the game scheduled to be played that night. As if on cue, the river began to rise and was soon flooding much more severely than we had predicted. We watched with growing concern as the banks overflowed and water started flooding into the airfield and under our plane.

It became apparent that the water wasn’t going to carry us away, so we kept calm. That calm was soon sundered as one of the students pointed out the window. “Oh no, the dam!” The river’s water level surged and headed straight for the airfield.  The current swept under the jet and began to carry it away. I reacted quickly, rushing to the front of the jet and shutting the door just as it was about to be inundated. The jet bobbed up and down in the water as we headed down what was now a massive river. A light sprinkle of rain started, quickly turning into a constant downpour. Waves began to grow larger with each passing moment.

Lucas decided this was a perfect time to start messing around and jump up and down on the plane, seeing if he could get it to flip over. “Stop being stupid and fucking around,” I yelled at him. “You’re going to make us tip over and drown!”

The jet bobbed up and down in the water as we headed down what was now a massive river.

The flood current turned and we started heading straight for a giant air hanger on the edge of the field. Tower walls of water rose before the jet, dwarfing our makeshift boat. I grabbed the controls and somehow managed to force the jet around to hit the waves head on. It was our only chance to prevent capsizing. A tall chain link fence stuck out of the water in front of us and I called out to the rest of those on board.

“Brace yourselves!”

“Brace yourselves!” The plane plowed through the fence without even a jostle.

“Did you just say brace yourselves?” Melissa asked incredulously. She thought it was a truly ridiculous thing to say.

“Yeah, yeah,” I replied. I decided to embrace it and took it to the next level, shouting out like a pirate. “All right me ‘arties! This be it! This storm be rougher’n your mother’s arse!”

Everyone laughed.

Note: Hey, only 4 months between posts this time. Progress. I’ve got tons of dreams recorded in a backlog, it’s just a measure of typing them up.





My Bad

Posted: October 11, 2010 in Memories of things that didn't happen
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Lucas and I had been drinking with some friends, hanging out in my apartment.  We went into a spare room where Lucas had been storing a bunch of his music equipment.  The room was full of amps, guitars, microphones, sound boards and mixers.  I bent to pick up a fog machine and foolishly chose to grip it by the water nozzle.  The nozzle broke off, shooting a jet of water into the air that wildly sprayed the entire room.  The equipment was soaked and completely ruined.

The damage came to $211,000.  I told Lucas I’d see if my renter’s insurance would pay for it.

Kevin and I shouldered our way into the crowded room of the house party and made our way to the bar.  We grabbed a few drinks to sip on as we surveyed the partygoers.  One particular hot chick caught my eye and plans to scam her phone number were quickly put into motion.

I would approach her first, going the total nice guy route, chatting her up.  Kevin would soon come in and remark how she shouldn’t give her number out to some two-bit loser like me when she could give it to him.  This would cause her to give me her number just to spite him.  We executed the plan to perfection, and as she was writing down her number for me on a piece of paper we couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Ohhhh!  You just go so played!”

“That was our plan all along!”

After much knee slapping and high fives between we brothers, it became obvious she was not entertained in the least.  She broke into tears and ran off.  I looked at Kevin and shrugged.

Angry voices came hurtling in from the adjacent room.  Two very unhappy Albanians shoved their way through the crowd, each brandishing a menacing MAC 10.  

“Oh shit,” I said.

One of the gangsters shouted, “Who the fuck made her cry?”  He spotted us and didn’t wait for a reply, instead raising the MAC 10 and squeezing off a clattering stream of 9 mm bullets in our direction.  We ducked just in time, glass shattering behind us as the bar exploded in glittering alcoholic shrapnel.

We tripped over ourselves bolting for the stairs up to the second floor.  I frantically scrambled for the phone in my pocket and dialed 911.

“Please, you have to help us!” My voice shook with panic.  “I don’t know where we are, some place out in the middle of nowhere!”  I hung up in frustration.  We looked around.  They hadn’t come upstairs yet.

“Maybe they forgot about us,” remarked Kevin.  I shrugged.  It was possible.  We sat down on the floor.  Lucas came over and offered us some lunch.  I popped in a slice of avocado, savoring the delicious squish it made in my mouth.

The stairs below thundered with approaching footsteps.  “Or not. Let’s get the hell out of here!”

Lucas, now guilty by association, ran after us onto the room’s adjoined balcony.  We climbed down the decorative lattice of the porch below and made a dash for the vine covered wall of the backyard.  Vaulting over the wall, we landed in a large corn field.  The golden topped stalks reached well over our heads.  We gave no heed to a stealthy getaway and thrashed our way through the plants in a dead on sprint.  Bullets whizzed overhead.  Our pursuers were closing in.

With a cry of pain, Lucas fell to the ground clutching his leg.  Blood oozed from the wound.  There was no way we were going to be able to carry him and escape.  I regarded my fallen friend.

“Don’t worry Lucas, I’ll come back for you.  Kevin, stay here with him.”  There were two ways this could end, and I was determined to see it through to the conclusion that left us alive.

I started back the way we had come and met the group of gangsters hot on our trail in a small forest clearing.  There were six of them now.  The two armed with the machine pistols raised them at me, and a third aimed an automatic pistol at my head.  I walked up to them, staring down the leader.  Their fingers tightened on the triggers.

I stopped inches short of the leader’s still smoking gun barrel.  With lightning speed I snatched the gun from his hands and turned it to his face.  His steely gaze never wavered.  I squeezed the trigger and held it down.  The recoil jackhammered my arm as the gun fired off 10, 20, 30 rounds at point blank range.  My ears were still ringing as the smoke cleared.

There the gangster stood.  How did I miss?  How is that even possible?

“There’s only one way to settle this,” he muttered.  “Melee style.”

His gang grouped together, wrapping themselves in long lengths of heavy steel chain.  I bent to pick up a thick piece of insulated wire from the ground, about four feet long.  Bent in half, it would make an excellent whip.

The gang continued to wrap chains about themselves, intertwining the links until they were clustered in a group, unable to maneuver individually.  I raised my whip and slashed the leader across the throat.