This excerpt is character flashback, and rather vague because of this. I wrote and added it today. Thought it would be cool to post [kinda rough]. It’s less than 700 words in length. I still refuse to give away the character’s name though, so I used the name John.
**Flashback / The House**
[John] had started the process of prepping both his offense and defensive weapons as soon as he stepped foot upon the bike path. For this mission, spawned from his protective instincts, he’d readied his mind with an arsenal of death, destruction, and a defensive surprise. A recent creation, something he’d designed for a friend in need, could prove to be a Police Detective’s Nightmare if it fell into the wrong hands. Titled in Latin [sine ulla] for his close friend [Jenn], upon activation: Nothing, human or otherwise would be able to track or follow him without his knowledge. Furthermore, nothing would be able to creep upon his position. He’d taken things a step further by removing all traces of his passing. This incredibly powerful [Force of Will] cleansed everything, including his footprints, scent, and all traces of DNA. He could bleed on the concrete path, and within a few moments, the fluids would disappear, leaving the most experienced CSI Team baffled, confused, and possibly seeking an altogether different line of work.
He’d been walking the bike trail for nearly an hour. Without a watch or a cellphone, he checked the moon and calculated the time to be approximately 2:45 am. Stopping at the bottom of a hill, he paused for a few minutes to get his bearings, making sure he’d taken the correct fork in the road thirty minutes ago.
Standing at the bottom of a hillside, he spotted an overgrown path. The trail was wildly tangled and spotted with large thorn bushes. The challenge proved minimal, and within a few minutes he’d hiked to the top, discovering exactly what he’d hoped to find: He was standing at the end of a dead-end street.
He knew precisely how far he would need to walk to reach the end of the driveway, and within a few minutes, he’d reached the gravel road leading to his destination. Although three stories in height, the house was small. He expected and wasn’t disappointed to find one light on, a single illumination on the third floor, possibly a desk or table lamp. He’d come calling without an invitation, but his presence had not been announced or expected.
Standing in the darkness just within the treeline, he patiently waited. The smell of Dandelions lured his eyes to the small patch of flowers beneath his boots. The memory of her flickered within his mind, and a smile touched his lips. He must not fail this night. With complete absolution, he knew both beasts would sniff him out, charging at full speed with only one intention: To end his life.
Standing beneath the canopy of trees with his black hoodie pulled over his face, John remained invisible. The centering process had begun, connecting his mind to the wind and the rain. His lips moved beneath the hood, creating words from an obscure language. John could no longer feel the wind on his face, something had come between him and the rest of the world. The large garage door was open, raised no more than one foot to allow the sentries to see, hear, and smell their prey.
John didn’t flinch when they charged, instead, remaining perfectly still, waiting for the fastest of the two beasts to die. The slower of the two monsters watched the first hit the wall. The impact ended the existence of it’s a physical body, sending the entity back to where it had traveled from. The dead creature crumpled to the rain-soaked ground directly in front of the second beast, causing it to leap slightly, hitting the barrier just as hard and sending its body glancing off the wall like a billiard shot.
John hadn’t been watching the demons, instead, pushing all of his senses towards the dark house, waiting for the second light to illuminate. The wait was over.
“Yo . . . Are you still with us?”
“Sorry . . . I missed that.”
“I was asking . . . Do you still like to play pool?”