Xian
11-08-03
I've just finished reading a book about the bear people, who have a twisted view of the world that makes them see everything as good. I'm also some sort of supernatural creature, and since it's night out, I'm outside with another of my kind. We're up on a mountain, and vampires are fleeing toward us. We bound down with our swords and slaughter them. We see they were running from werewolves. We're about to go kill the werewolves, too, when more vampires come out and catch them, including the master vampire. They start to feed. I don't want to stick around. I see a little girl who was running, the original bait. I take her back to the mansion.
Back at the mansion is a locked courtyard with monsters inside. I fumble for the key to unlock the door to get in. Monsters surround me. Someone locks me in. Weaponless, I go for a file cabinet to grab my weapon. I kill everything and unlock the door again.
Afterwards I'm sitting inside, holding the little girl. Another guy comes up and slaps her, says she can't be one of us cuz she's a "Xian" (pronounced "shan"), not European. I yell that that's fine, call him inbred, that I'm the genetics guy around here. Then I yell at him some more. Monsters fill up the courtyard again. Someone's in there with a machinegun, holding them off. The guy next to me goes to help. I know I won't see him again for a while, and I'm relieved. I notice everyone has caught some disease. Some sort of slime is melting off them. It gets everywhere. I decide to leave.
Daytime. I'm driving a big blue truck through the middle of the desert. I find a country town and park in barn designated for parking. It's spacious like a parking structure, but only has a ground floor. I see some guy getting beat up badly. I know he's like me, but much weaker. I beat up his attackers. He's in bad shape and runs off to hide.
I stay in town and go to the pub that night. A woman joins me to play cards, but then tells me to hide the deck. I hide it under the table. Someone says we've already started our hourly card-playing rate. She calls out women's names, and they come forth (if there are a certain percentage of women there, it's a discounted rate). She also convinces the bartender that he needs to be more responsible serving people liquor, so we must say complicated sentences to get additional drinks.
I spend four days in town, drunk as I can be the entire time, which isn't very. I exhaust all the cash I have with me.
Daytime again. Some other supernatural guy finds me and decides he doesn't like me. He tries to torch my vehicle, but he gets the wrong one. I find him in the parking barn and beat him up, kick him in the back of the head. The guy I saved earlier comes out of a closet he'd been hiding in and helps me. The bad guy turns into a tin dusting pan, and I bust it apart with a pole.
Two normal people are there watching, and old man and wife. They helped me earlier, but now they're frightened of me. I give them each a hug, the man having stepped into a big cobweb.
posted by Phlegm at 3/16/2004
