Stage One Day Four – Scraps
Part of my Nightshade story line… One day I was in some screwed up mental place and having a lot of general issues trying to figure out exactly who I am, I asked myself Just who the fuck do you think you are, and the smartassed part of my brain answered Archduke Franz Ferdinand but we don’t have time to discuss my psychosis at the moment… and then this scene was hastily sketched and thrown into a mental drawer that I keep coming to time and again and just never put it down on paper… well technically it’s still not on paper until I print it but this is close enough dammit.
Donald jumped in surprise and glared at the young man that had just burst into his office. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
Nightshade grinned at the older man behind the desk. “Me?” Nightshade leaned against eh door to Donald’s office as serene look washed over him. Almost dreamily the strange young man said, “Well since you asked most days it would be Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria circa 1914 Actually June 28th about 10:45 in the morning local time just a few minutes before Gavrilo Princip puts a bullet in my brain pan and my wife’s.” Nightshade straightened up and continued in a more serious tone, “But honestly we don’t have time to delve into my psychosis at the moment. I’ve come to warn you there is a very large very pissed off dragon on the way and we need to get you the hell out of here before…”
The walls shook and the two men could hear the shattering of windows in nearby offices, then they could hear the horrific roar. Donald soiled himself, the strange young man in the door just smiled.
“Damn too late. Plan B it is. We’ll fight our way out…..”
Donald shouted at the young lunatic. “What in the hell is that?”
Nightshade looked at the older business man. “That would be the mother of the ‘dinosaur eggs’, your team found in the Alps two months ago.” Nightshade waited for the man to register any sign of recognition. “The dinosaur eggs that your dig team found in an ancient chamber in the heart of a mountain that hadn’t seen the light of day in well only about two millennia though your people actually falsely dated it by about a million years?” The Roaring continued and more office windows exploded from the dragon’s homicidal rage. “Okay fuck this noise.” Nightshade grabbed Donald by the arm and dragged him to the stairwell.
That finally snapped Donald out of it. “We’re on the thirty-seventh floor!”
“And a dragon is tearing the building apart to look for you the elevators will go as soon as the power does, and I don’t think we have time to reach bottom before we’re just a canned snack. I might die saving your pitiful life but I’m not going out as a Vienna fucking sausage! Stop arguing just move your old ass!” Nightshade shoved the older man into the stairwell. Nightshade looked back as the dragon’s claw burst through the outer office door of Donald Salinos’s office and smiled. The old fool thought he was Shade was here to save him. He wasn’t completely wrong in that. Shade new that the council was gonna rip him a new one for this mess. Luckily it was late enough at night that there would be at most a couple hundred people they had to modify, and Donald Salinos would never say a word people would think he was insane, hell by morning, Donald Salinos would be lucky to not think he was insane himself. “Don’t worry Therrax, I’ll bring your children home.” Nightshade whispered to the thrusting claw, and he smiled as the giant reptilian digits curled into the closet the dragon could come to a thumbs up sign.