"But how can that be Danny?" Asked Alison.
What has Albert taught me? How can I train Danny? I wonder what the side effects of going to that realm are? How did I get there this time?
"Danny. How did we get there?" I asked.
I just realized something.
"Oh my god. That bastard!" I shouted in rage.
I suddenly realized why men run away. Every night, I go into a trance, and get transported to that other realm. My guess is that when you look at me from earth, I am sitting up, calling Danny's name. That is why every one runs away. That is why I wake up alone, and it's all that wanker Albert's fault. I bet he planned it all, he made men run away, so that I would always be single. So that one-day when I met Danny, we would be able to be together. But he did it at a price that I paid. I swear I will gain my revenge on him one-day. He is the reason why I am so insecure. He is the reason why I have always felt alone, and helpless.
"Listen Alison, if you don't mind, I really need to go home. I've
got work tomorrow, and I think we both need a little time alone. But
I do really want to be with you. I want to spend every moment that I
can with you. That is if you aren't mad at me."
He got up and got dressed, I also got up, but I just wrapped the blanket
around myself. Then we walked to the door and said our pleasantries.
After the exchange of numbers and good byes, he leaned in to kiss me.
It was even better than the last one. Then in the middle of the kiss
he pulled out, just to torment me.
The day started out like every other day, I had nightmares, woke up, went to work, it was nothing out of the ordinary. Then I went out to a bar after work, and after meeting Alison, I forgot what ordinary was. Even Albert said we have something special. Then I went to that Hall, twice, and even thought I don't really like it there, I learnt a lot. I learnt too much, I mean all that information is like an overload. But I will just have to learn to live with it. What happens if not all of that is true, and what happens if I get the short end of the stick? Like in the movies. The bad guys always make bad deals. What was I thinking? This isn't the movies! Ah well, I guess it's like I said, answers will come, I will just have to wait for them. Right?
I came out of my trance and realized that I was already past the bar.
I thought of going back to the scene of my crime, but I decided against
it, it's just to cliché. As I said, this isn't the movies, the
criminal doesn't always return to the crime scene. I looked up at the
sky, it was pitch black, and the clouds were covering the stars. It
was a full moon, and judging by the moon's position, it was about three
in the morning. Just then I walked into something. I looked down to
see a man on the floor.
That brought a smile to my face, he didn't know who he was talking to.
"What the hell are you laughing at?" He shouted.
With that he pushed me back. That was it. I have had enough of his crap. I backed away from him. Then I bent my left knee, and moved my right leg back so that I could lean on it. I lifted up my left arm and straightened it, and then I bent my arm and turned my hand over, so that the palm of my hand was facing upwards. My fingers were straight, so I started to make a fist. I pulled in my pinky first, then in quick succession I brought my other fingers in, followed lastly by my thumb, which made a fist. It was a rippling effect that called him to attack me, almost like calling some one with your index finger, but this was more intimidating. Then I bent my right arm and touched my left shoulder, and then I brought my arm across and down my chest, until my opened hand was next to my chest. I then brought all my fingers except my thumb together. They were perpendicular to the palm of my hand, and the back of my hand was perpendicular to my wrist. I left my thumb parallel to the other fingers. It made a sort of claw. I was now ready for him. This was my battle stance.
I don't know where I got this stance from, but I liked it. At looked directly at the man, he looked scared, I think he thought I knew martial arts. He looked back at me, and then he turned and started to run away.
"Where the hell do you think you're going? You can't get all cocky then just run away! What type of a man would do that? You bloody woman! You know I'll beat the shit out of you! That's why you're running away. That's right, go run off to your mother! Go see what she has to say to you. You coward." I screamed.
The man stopped running and turned around to face me. Then he ran back towards me. He was screaming a battle cry, but it wouldn't help now. I was ready.
I was doing a flying kick, and I was about to hit him. I looked at him and he was just smirking. I was losing height rapidly, but I was still high enough, my left foot should strike him in the chest. He was just standing there the whole time, and then, as my foot was about to impact, he busted a move that was too fast for the naked eye to see...
With that I closed my eyes, and concentrated on subduing the effect. I said to myself that when I opened my eyes, time would be back to normal. Then I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. The man was still spinning slowly, and he hadn't spun much, he had turned about fifty degrees. I guess I couldn't control time, it just slowed down when it wanted to. Then something miraculous happened, the guy started to speed up, he was spinning faster and losing height. He was plummeting towards the ground. He did three full revolutions before he hit home.
He just lay there on the ground, whimpering and holding his leg. He was obviously in agony, his knee looked really horrible. The kneecap had no shape, and it wasn't holding his leg together. I held his chin with my hand, and pulled it up so that he was facing me. He looked at me then spat in my face, and pulled his head away from me. What an arrogant asshole. I was going to help him, but after that, I changed my mind. I wanted to see how bad the injury was, so I prodded his knee with my foot. The man howled in pain, he started to cry, and then he actually passed out from the unbearable pain.
This man had had enough, so I started to walk away, but then a thought struck me, this guy had started the fight, it was his fault, and the whole time, he had an incredibly bad attitude. On several occasions, I was going to walk away, but he had changed my mind. This man needed to be taught a serious lesson in life. So I stopped walking and turned around, then I walked back towards his shape on the floor. If no one else had ever taught him this, I sure would. I was going to teach him how to respect.
As I neared him, a sudden rush of anger and hatred flowed then ebbed
and left me. It was an unfamiliar sense of power that I liked. Then
a thought struck me. I will break his other knee. As I reached him,
I lifted up my right foot, I positioned it right above his right knee.
Then I tensed my muscles and let my leg pound down on him. My foot hit
the top of his kneecap, it forced it downwards, and to the side. I heard
a loud tear, I think it was the ligaments. He awoke again, screaming
in pain, and then he passed out again after a moment. I had done my
job. He had learned his lesson.