The Day of Reckoning (Prototype)

Chapter 16: Colossal Cock

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"Yeah." Lauryn responds. "Hopefully, we're doing this right. It's not like we can take him to a hospital if he gets real sick." She has a point. I've never treated a fever before, and he seems really ill. I'm usually pretty confident in my skills, but this time, I've got nothing. "We have the medical book, so the best we can do is trust it." I say, both to assure her and myself.

"Let's change topics." Lauryn suggests. "To take our minds off it."

"Sure. What do you wanna talk about?" I ask her.

"How did you end up on the bench?"

"W-what?"

"You know what she's asking, mate." Ken says. I shoot daggers into his eyes. "Don't be mad at me for being right! I wanna know too!" I grumble. It's not like it was anything spicy, he just snatched me like my brother snatched a random girl's wig once. It was hilarious to say the least.

But that's a story for another time.

"Don't worry about it." I say, my throat feeling itchy.

"Sounds like ya' tryna hide something, bud!" Ken teases. I begin to get annoyed as my throat continues to itch. "My throat hurts, I'm heading out to get some fresh air." I say, grabbing my satchel and backpack. "I wonder why.." Ken murmurs. "Watch it, Baby Blue." I say, climbing down the ladder. Lauryn giggles as I hop the fence.

Alfie suddenly chirps in my hair. "Oh, I didn't even know you were up there!" I say, letting him slither onto my hand. I look him in the eye, and he smiles. So cute. "Were you up there that whole time?" He shakes his head. He probably hopped off my head when I got in the shower. I cough into my shirt. Dammit, Rory must've got me sick. Alfie chirps, concerned. "I'm okay, prolly a little sick. I'll grab some water while we're out." As we walk through the neighborhood, I begin to think about something:

Why would Rory do that? It's not like he was totally out of it: he was still talking normally.

For the most part.

Did he mean to? Was he just confused? It didn't seem like he realized what he did, but he also didn't let me go at all when I asked. Either way, it was hot, sweaty, and the bastard probably got me sick. But whatever, I need to get some water. I gently place Alfie into my satchel and go on my way to a corner store, with the closest one being hella far away for some stupid reason.

The ground begins to shake. Shit. Every single time I leave the damn house, Colossal Cock comes around. And it honestly feels like the thing gets closer and closer to us the more we encounter it. Maybe that's why the Eldritch have begun grouping: to keep away from this thing. Its clear that friendly fire means nothing to it, so I'm not surprised about it. But I need to focus on the real danger: The large, killer monster who wants nothing but my skin.

I look around and see a house with a door barely on its hinges, running in. A dead Eldritch is in a crater in the wall, and it doesn't take me long to figure out who caused that. I run upstairs as the Eldritch grows closer. On the floor of one of the rooms, I spot a sharp, broken steel stick. How convenient! I run over and snatch it up, getting down before the monster gets close enough to see me through the window.

It moves past the window and I run down the stairs, sneaking out the back door. As I begin to run, I remember my friends are still in this neighborhood, and it's not like they can run or fight back all too well without Rory. I need to get this thing away from them.

I run around the house and yell out loud. It looks around before spotting me. My throat burns as I plan my next move. I need to think fast, because this thing will kill me if I don't. My heart beats into my throat, nearly blocking my rationality. I keep a straight head and reach into my satchel, snatching out a smokescreen and smashing it into the ground. It shakes its head and exhales as I run behind the houses. It gives chase and I make my way out of the neighborhood.

It follows closely, doing exactly what I need it to: get away from Rory and the others. Now I need to focus on the best part of my plan: SAVING MY OWN ASS!! The cars that litter the streets only make it harder for me to get away, but I continue as much and as fast as I can. I slide my new spear into my bag to make sure I don't drop it, because if I do, I'm sure to die. I continue running until I come to a dead end. "Dammit!!" I shout, staring at the wall with the overgrown vines pouring over.

The Eldritch gets closer and leaves me with two choices; Pull the riskiest shit I ever have and duck between its legs, or climb the wall. The thing is, I want to LIVE with NO RISKS.

So I go with the 1st option.

Just kidding.

FUCK THAT!!

I begin using the vines to scale the wall like Spiderman. I hear its stomping get closer and closer as it roars like a dinosaur. I get to the top of the wall and jump, landing on a sunroof. The hard landing causes it to shatter, making me fall into the car. I hear the monster destroy the wall and I roll onto the back seat, laying across the seats and covering my head. The stone bricks fly through the window and bang against the car.

The Eldritch stomps towards me, looking around. I keep quiet as it runs past me, thirsty for my flesh. I stay still until the stomps have faded all the way into the distance. I try to calm down, but my heart is racing and my throat feels like it been rubbed by my father's back scratcher a bit too much. I cough and kick the back window, climbing out of the car. I fall onto the ground and catch my breath. I need water. Bad. I stumble to my feet and walk into a corner store.

Its not the one I was hoping for, but anything will do right now. I grab a bottle of water from behind the counter and drink, finishing the whole bottle in one go. I look around for more water, craving for something to hydrate me. I feel like a dirty alcoholic, but I could truly care less. I drink three bottles before my throat feels normal again. As the sun begins to go down, I make my way back to the treehouse.

"So much for a relaxing stroll." I say. "Right, Alfie?" I reach my hand into my satchel, but he doesn't climb onto it. I reach around in the pouch, looking for him with my hand. Nothing. I start patting myself down, begging to feel his soft, small scales.

But I don't. He isn't in my coat. Or pants. Or backpack. Or hair.

He isn't there.

"Alfie..." I say, dying inside. "If this is a prank or something.. cut it out. Now." Nothing happens. "Chirp if you're here.. please.." my voice cracks as tears well up in my eyes. There is no chirp. There is nothing scuttling in my hair or clothes or bags. It's just silence.

My heart pounds my chest so hard I think I might die. Alfie's lost.

Alfie's gone...

He's gone..