To toast the new year, or give it a rude hand gesture as may be more appropriate, I (along with my cohosts Laura James (Monster Mash) and Ruth Long (Tipsy Santa) bring you the shiny, grimy, crazy New Year’s Revolution flash fiction event! You can sign up to join HERE.
Bring us your tales of:
- Paradigm shifts
- Climate change
- Overthrow of the alien invaders
- World order overhauls
- Corporate takeovers
- Fabulous makeovers
Happy New Year and Happy Reading!
I sat frozen in place, my breath short enough to hyperventilate. What the fuck had I just seen?
Michael leaping off a building into a hail of bullets with a large pair of silver-black wings to slow his fall – and not getting hit by any of the projectiles.
Torch morphing into an iridescent green dragon with purple and blue spines running down the length of his back and spouting fire at the speeding SUVs.
Karma shifting into an opalescent Death Angel and people disintegrating when she gestured at them.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!
This couldn’t be real. Seriously, it couldn’t be real. Hell, I’d been scared of the men who’d grabbed me right off the street in front of Karma, Dollhouse, and Christopher. But looking out the windows as I struggled to get away from the big guys in masks had been a whole other education in reality. What the hell had happened to the normal world?
The SUV in front of us burst into flames right there on the street and the men around me shouted expletives. I shrank back against the seat and tried to think small as Michael landed directly ahead and slammed his huge fucking sword through the hood of the vehicle. The engine stopped dead and steam hissed out from under the shorn metal. His eyes blazed with white light, something I’d expect from Thor, God of Thunder, but he didn’t exist except in myths and movies.
Except there’s a guy named Loki who looks like Thor, and Michael has wings, and Torch is a dragon and…
“Oh, sweet glory…”
I slid lower as one of the big guys pulled up his automatic rifle and pointed it at the windshield. “Let’s smoke this asshole.”
I clapped my hands over my ears and closed my eyes as he fired straight at Michael. The sound made my ears ring and I scream as the men roared their belligerent fury at their target. Someone grabbed me by the arm and yanked me out of the SUV. I tried to fight back and resist, but he cuffed me across my ear and the shock sent me to my knees.
“Run, bitch, before I kill you right fuckin’ here.”
I didn’t doubt him, but I didn’t want to go with him. Is it better to stay here and get roasted by a fucking dragon? I wasn’t sure that was better and I let him tow me a few stumbling steps. We headed into a nearby warehouse that looked abandoned and smelled like it, too. The metal door slammed against the wall as he shoved us through, but we ended up in a rabbit warren of partitioned rooms resembling cubicles. He wove through them, trying to find an open space and I trailed along, still trying to come to grips with what I’d seen.
How the hell had Michael sprouted wings? What made Karma’s skin turn reddish and her body glow like she’d become radioactive? How could Torch just become reptilian? None of this made sense or could be real. They were supposed to just be bikers, for glory's sake. But Michael’s sword had stopped the SUV and Torch had torched the SUV in front of us.
At last, my personal thug dragged me into the open portion of the warehouse and pulled me across the dirty concrete floor. But I’d had enough and I yanked my arm out of his grip.
“No, let me go!” I managed to get free but he swung his rifle toward me and snarled.
“Fine, I’ll just kill you right here.”
He raised the muzzle and fingered the trigger. I squeaked and closed my eyes, holding my breath. But a loud thud and a pained grunt hit my ears and the shots never came.
I peeled my eyes open and looked toward my would-be killer. But he was nothing but a crumpled mass at the foot of a very angry, winged-warrior. The winged man – angel, you moron. He’s an angel – yanked his blade free from the body and turned to face me. I was afraid he’d throw lightning down on me or something, but his expression softened and he reached out to cup my cheek.
“Are you all right, Haley?”
No, definitely not all right at all.
714 #CockyBikerWIP words