Post by Tyler Shea Michaels on Jun 9, 2013 6:19:39 GMT -5
The quietness of the world was a breath of fresh air for Tyler.
There wasn't a hell of a whole lot to do and everybody just seemed to get tired of trying to blow up the world every other weekend. Eden had spent her days either getting closer to her sister or training. She had been damn certain that things weren't going to be calm forever. She was convinced that someone was plotting something, scheming in some kind of underground lair whilst petting a hairless cat. But with the way everything has gone down the past couple of years, Tyler couldn't blame her so he was more than happy to let her train her little heart out.
Tyler, on the other hand, was far from prepared for the next big bad to rear his ugly mug. Tyler was taking everything in, enjoying the slowed down pace of the world. It seemed as if specials were no longer on anyone's mind and everyone was just trying to move on with their lives. Tyler sat outside on a bench, sans umbrella because it was actually the one day in Seattle when it didn't rain. But if it had been raining, it didn't matter to Tyler. Just like most things when it came to specials, it just didn't matter. The traitor pilot had become an afterthought in Tyler's mind and if she had actually walked passed him, he wouldn't even bother farting in her general direction. Life was good and Tyler was going to enjoy it.
But he wasn't going to enjoy the crack to the back of his skull. The pain that registered was enough to force him off the bench and staggered his footsteps, but it didn't knock him down. Shaking off the blow, Tyler turned, looking to see who decided to club him upside the head, but was instead staring down the barrel of three AK-47s.
"Fuckin' shit.." Tyler was able to grumble before catching the stock end of one of the AK's that was able to put him down. When he came to, you could be assured that Tyler wasn't really going to stop enjoying life so fucking much.* * * * *
"Bwaaa. Wha-- fuck.... ass..." Tyler said, coming to as he was splashed in the face with water that wasn't exactly warm. Looking up, the spotted three men, each of them wearing a different mask that was creepy as fuck. They were those cheap rubber animal masks that had become popular in a couple of horror. The one in the middle wore a chicken mask, flanked on the right by a donkey mask and on the left by a bunny.
"Dean Gilmore... where is he?" The chicken asked. Tyler looked at him, unsure of what to say exactly because Dean Gilmore wasn't a name that Tyler had heard in years so he simply shrugged. The donkey was none to pleased with that answer, cracking Tyler across the jaw. Swishing around the blood in his mouth, Tyler turned his head towards the donkey and spit it out in his general direction.
"Never met the man," Tyler said, telling the truth. He had never really met the man in the sense of a father getting to know his son. Dean Gilmore had split long, long ago. Tyler didn't even remember what the man looked like but another punch, this one from the rabbit, kept him from taking the time to see if he could remember.
"We know that you're his son. We know that you know where he is. Tell us, or they're gonna knock your teeth loose."
"Don't look too far boys," A voice said that followed a bright flash of blue light. Tyler looked behind the Barnyard Review, trying to catch a glimpse of who was talking but the sounds of the gun and the sight of bodies falling on the floor kept Tyler from seeing the body that the voice came from.
A man stepped forward, a warm smile growing on his face. Popping an eyebrow, Tyler wasn't entirely sure how to process the situation and had failed to come up with any words.
That was a surprise.
"Damn, my boy grew up," The man said. He was neatly dressed in a basic black and white suit without a tie, tucking the gun he used to shoot Tyler's assailants. Walking behind him, Tyler blinked a number of different times as the suited man cut him loose. Whatever this was, it had to be some crazy fucking dream he was having.
"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" Tyler asked, now free from his restraints. "Why are you calling me your boy? Why is Chicken Little, Thumper and Eeyore knocking me around and all kinds of other general questions related to the current situation," Tyler said, demanding answers.
"Because I'm your dad, ya dingus. We ain't got a whole lot of time to stand here and have a moment, so just follow me will ya..." Tyler's supposed father said before he closed his eyes, placing his hand on the wall. Tyler's state of confusion only grew when the same blue light as before shined brightly.
"Head first, son. If I know me, I'll be sending more people after us," Tyler's 'Dad' said before shoving him through the blue light, follwoing Tyler as he fell through. If Tyler had been given a chance to speak, he would have said how completely fucked up everything was.
To Be Continued...
