Dragonslayer

Dark clouds creep up out of the forsaken lands in the west and begin to sap out the life from a spotless blue sky. The thunder is strangled by the distance and the flickering lightning flashes quietly, deep in the bellows of the storm. The wise know, however, that it is only a matter of hours before all hail will break loose as the heavens spew out their anger.

M (also known as Dr. T, praise be unto him) surveys the sky with an all-knowing gaze, as his insignificant aide (Ia, curses be unto him and his ignorant lot) watches M intently.

Ia: Pray tell, what does your mind see, O esteemed one?

M:--

Ia: My Lord, what do those clouds in the distance portend?

M: Silence, worm!!

M closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. He senses her. He can smell her presence. He feels her heartbeat.

He can hear her scream from leagues away as all her primordial senses boil into a determined arrow. Her mind is now pointed solely at her destination; she becomes a lethal bird of prey.

M falls to the ground on his knees, fumbling through his bag, and pulls out his weapon as his heart pounds in his chest.

She screams, closer to her target now, and seems to take on a different form as her gaze intensifies. Ia, who has soiled his pants, lies face down on the grass with his hands to his ears, mumbling the prayer of the ancients. M tries to allay his fears.

M: What the f**k have you been smoking, man!! Why you scared so?

Ia looks up feebly and looks around. In the distance, he sees a state trooper approaching fast.

Ia: Sire, we have company.

M: Fiyck!! Time to run, my man.

M packs his SLR back into his bag fast as he can as they run to their beat up old Corolla to hide the camera. The state trooper stops behind them and walks over.

M: Hello, officer. What seems to be the problem.

State Trooper: Good afternoon sir. Is there any specific reason you are parked here?

M: umm...My friend here has a.. umm.. uhh.. an incontinence issue, officer.

State Trooper looks at Ia and his pants.

State Trooper: Hmm. Is he alright now?

Ia: Im fine, officer.

State Trooper: OK. You cant stop here though. Its not nice for two young men to park their car right next to the fence by the end of the runway.