was walking down a street she would rather not be on. This was a
bad part of the city, the Short North, and her car had broken down.
Plus she had forgotten her damn cell phone! Of all times to be stupid.
She had no choice but to walk and find a pay phone or an establishment
where she could call her boyfriend.
was shaking, sweating with apprehension. The buildings were too
tall and the alleys dark and ominous, like gaping, diseased mouths
just waiting to swallow her.
it, Christy, you're just working yourself into frenzy', she thought
to herself. 'Everything will be fine once you find a phone or a
place to duck into.'
kept walking, still feeling frightened but wanting to get past this
place as quickly as possible. Another dark alley was coming up on
her right. She glanced into the deep darkness just as an arm shot
out and grabbed her. A grip of steel jerked her into the alley.
Christina actually felt her feet leave the ground.
began to scream instinctively, but in vain as the noise seemed to
be swallowed up by the darkness. Instantly the mugger had her pinned
up against the alley wall, covering her mouth with his hand. The
alley wall smelled musty and disgusting, but the mugger's hand was
even worse, decrepit, like dead flesh. She felt as if she could
man pulled an automatic pistol from his trench coat pocket and waved
it in her face.
a little something to scare folks with, but I don't really need
it, do I? You can't move!" the mugger commanded. Instantly
she was paralyzed.
let the pistol hand drop; all he needed was the hand over her mouth.
She couldn't even bring her arms up to try to fight him off. He
twisted her head up and to the left using his one hand, exposing
her pristine, white neck.
beautiful, sensual thing. One of the best I've ever seen. My compliments
to you dear, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to ruin it. You see,
you're the last one for the evening and I'll be satisfied, at least
could still see his face even though her head was twisted sideways.
He had the look of a dirty, ruffian bum, but his yellow eyes screamed
of a beast from hell. When he spoke, his fetid breath smelled of
stagnant swamps, dead bodies, and everything unholy.
brought his face even closer and opened his mouth impossibly wide,
descending towards her neck. She caught a quick glimpse of fanged
teeth and then they sank below her vision. Dear Godnot that!
then she began to hear a tok
. tok sound coming down
the street, as if someone was wearing hard shoes or boots. She wanted
to scream for help, but all that came out of her mouth was a whimper.
The beast heard it too, snapping his head away from her neck to
face the street. She could feel tremors run though its body, as
if it was terrified. The source of the sound turned the corner of
the alley entrance: a tall man with long, blonde hair who was wearing
a white shirt, blue jeans, and engineer boots. He was also shining
with a strange luminescence that lit up the entire alley.
beast had become increasingly agitated and was visibly shaking.
He let go his grasp of Christina and began to run away from the
alley entrance, wailing like an ungodly banshee. Shots from the
demon's automatic as he turned and fired didn't even register on
the blonde man. He leapt into the air and came down on the beast,
pulling him up by the scruff of his neck and lifting him bodily
off his feet.
spawn!" he yelled with a thunderous voice. Holding out his
right hand, a bright light appeared in his palm. The light morphed
into a large, silver sword that looked like a cross with a long
shaft. "Go back to hell and join your bastard kin!"
that, he shoved the mighty sword up the demon's ass until it protruded
out the top of its head. The demon immediately turned charcoal-briquette
red, then to ash, which fluttered to the ground and disappeared.
had slumped down the alley wall, sitting transfixed by what had
sword vanished as the tall man walked over to Christina. He was
still glowing. She managed to get out, "Who are you?"
not worry, young daughter. The trauma of this evening will pass
put his hand on her head. "Rest, Christina, rest."
instantly felt drowsy and fell into a deep sleep. She awoke the
next morning feeling totally refreshed, but she couldn't remember
how she had wound up in her own bed. Sounds and smells from the
kitchen told her that Arnie was making breakfast for them both.
Her memories from last night's encounter were all there, but she
felt no trauma or fear whatsoever, just a deep peace.
did you get in last night, hon? I didn't hear you come to bed."
thoughts went back to her shining, blonde savior. "Arnie, you
wouldn't believe me if I told you."
* * *
was driving angry drunk far too fast down a country road outside
had just left a party of her friend's and suddenly ex-boyfriend.
That bastard Jerrik had just broken up with her to be with that
slut, Birgitte. Tilde had been fooled good, thought he had loved
her. She had stayed at the party after those two asswipe lovebirds
left so she could get totally drukken. Now here she was driving
stupid; letting the anger manifest itself through her foot on the
accelerator and hand on gearshift.
anger was feeding off the speed and vice versa. Felt damn good.
Going one hundred-thirty kilometers per hour didn't give her drunken
reactions enough time to match the sharp turn just ahead. The Jeep
and Tilde kept on going instead of turning. A ditch just off the
road was all that was needed to send the Jeep tumbling end over
end, throwing Tilde out to land on a rock outcropping. The Jeep
came to rest several meters away where it burst into obligatory,
could feel the heat from the burning wreckage and even though she
was totally wasted, realized this wasn't a safe place to be. She
tried to move to get away, but all she got for her effort was an
excruciating pain between her shoulder blades that sucked the air
from her lungs. Once able to breathe again, she realized that she
couldn't move anything from her abdomen down. She coughed twice
and tasted blood in her mouth.
don't let me die here!
road was dark in this area except for the flickering of the burning
Jeep. How long would it be until it explodes? she thought. What
was that? She heard a strange, rhythmic sound from the roadway.
tok. There was a soft illumination on the roadway
getting brighter as the sound became louder. Suddenly there was
a tall, shining man walking in her direction from the road.
me', she screamed, but all that emerged from her throat was a croak.
The beautiful, shining man had reached her side and was kneeling
down beside her.
Tildewhat have you done to yourself?"
reached down and put his hand on her forehead. There was a sudden
shock that pulsed through her body, and then a feeling of total
peace like a heroin high. She realized she could now move all parts
of her body and the metallic, bloody taste had left her mouth.
suddenly thrust out his hand towards the flaming wreckage. Tilde
saw the Jeep lift up and was flung a hundred meters into an empty
field nearby as if by a giant's hand. It promptly exploded. Tilde
winced from the sound and vibration. She looked back to the shining
face above her.
you, sir. I'd be dead if it weren't for you."
then she heard sirens and saw flashing lights coming down the road.
there are people coming to help you, although I'm sure you'll be
fine now. Please go with them and take care in the future."
saying that, the shining man faded from Tilde's sight.
* * *
Trudoe stood on the railing of the New River Gorge Bridge, trying
to get up the nerve to jump. Why had his wife left him for his best
friend Tom? It was a betrayal that he couldn't fathom, but it hurt
to the very core of his being.
had cherished and loved her the way he thought a husband should,
only to be called a loser as Becky walked out the door with her
suitcase and stepped into Tom's waiting car. He should have killed
them both right then, but he didn't have the guts. He'd be surprised
if he was able to actually step off the bridge to a certain death
below. From this height it would be quick, about like jumping off
the Eiffel Tower.
was next to nothing at two o'clock in the morning, so at least he
wouldn't be disturbed. He thought he heard something off in the
distance, like a woodpecker attacking a tree, but at a much slower
Jasonjust do it. He stepped off the bridge. Within seconds
the air was rushing up so fast he could barely breathe. There was
no way to see the river and rocks belowit was too dark. 'Why
am I doing this?' ran though his panicked mind. He didn't want tosomething
suddenly was pulling him up by the armpits, stopping his descent
and bringing him back up to the bridge.
found himself standing in front of the person who had saved him.
But this was a very unusual person. The stranger stood at least
a foot taller than his own six-foot frame, and he was glowing with
a soft illumination that lit up the entire bridge.
was speechless. He had gone from utter despair, to outright panic,
and then to miraculous salvation. All he could manage was:
okay, Jason. You weren't meant to die this way."
was beginning to get some of his nerve back. Being suddenly saved
from sure death brought him slamming back, at least part way, to
reality. But he still had the awful despair deep in his being of
what had happened between him and his wife, and it still felt just
tall man could read his thoughts, see the anguish in his soul. He
reached over to Jason and hugged him, even as awkward as that was
with his height. Jason felt all the anguish, the unbearable pain,
leaving his mind. A flood of quiet, comfortable peace came over
you need to let go of what has happened. If your wife wants to come
back, she will. If not, just start your life in a different direction.
It's nothing to waste and destroy your life over. Hopefully what
I've given you will give you peace enough to try to settle things
out in your soul."
I feel much better now."
please take care in the future. Remember what I've said."
that, the tall, shining man began to turn away.
mister! How can you do all this, and why did you save me?"
things are meant to happen, some things aren't. I come around to
stop the things that shouldn't be, to give aid and comfort."
is your name?"
can call me Michael."
that, he turned and began walking south towards Fayetteville, his
engineer boots making a rhythmic tok
tok on the
bridge roadway. He faded quickly from Jason's view as he walked.