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Dreams… Just a bunch of memories of the day thrown together to make something… Are they truly random? Do they show what one felt, seen, or do they show your future? I know one thing, as I slept in the cave, something hunted me in mine.

I was in a barren wasteland, burnt trees, grass, and even the ground was charred black. The sky was a sick orange and black mix, a blood red full moon, hung in the middle. In the distance a mountain range rose up out of the burnt ground, its silhouette black against sky. Something drew me towards the mountains, calling for me.

I came to the base and once more something told me to climb. Up I went, when I reached to top, someone was standing there, their back to me. I cleared my throat, and spoke. Upon my speaking the person turned around, but I couldn’t make out the face, due to the moon being behind him.

His eyes were glowing blood red and something emits out of his body, something that felt like pure evil. I back away, stumbling a little in my surprise. He beckons me with his hand. “Join me.” His voice was deep, raspy and hard to understand. I keep backing away, stammering, “N... no that’s ok, I have to go.” As I keep walking backwards, he begins to step forward. Again he beckons and I shake my head no. When he stopped walking, I sopped too about 20 feet away from him.

Suddenly massive black wings explode out of his back, his fingernails become claws, and once more he beckons. Now I begin to run. I slip, fall down the hill, and when I look back, he’s standing at the top, looking at me. “One day, you will join me. I am your demon, and you can’t run from me.” With those last raspy words he raises his hand and some kind of beam shoots at me. It was colossal, bigger then a truck. As it approaches the air is sucked from around me and superheated. I throw my hands in front in a futile attempt to shield myself. My skin begins boil…

I shoot up and upon cracking my head on the ceiling of the cave, I let out a well deserved “fuck.” I stare around wildly, sweat pouring from my body. When I realize were I am, I rest my head on the cave wall behind me, and try to control my breathing. “Shit, that was scary.” I check my paints… clean. Letting out a “woof” of breath, I see that it was now night, and peel myself out of the cave.

“Lack of water,” I tell myself, “that’s what caused that dream.” Repeating that over and over, I begin my walk to the train tracks. In the moonlight I see that the print tracks that I noted earlier were running alongside were I was walking. Regardless of the fact that my laboratory had exploded, I am still a scientist, so I changed my direction and headed over to walk along the hoof prints. I name what ever made the tracks (with much amusement) “The Unknown One” or “Tho” for short. “Tho” and me each took the same sized strides, backing up my theory that “Tho” was about or a little taller then me.

About a mile from the track, “Tho’s” tracks went from a walk to a run, indicating that it ran from the tracks from something. Perhaps a guard if it was riding on a freight train or maybe the train itself spooked it. When I reached the tracks “Tho’s” ended, thus I concluded that “Tho” was indeed reading a train. Unfortunately for me, there was no train at the siding, so I began to walk to a small town 3 miles down the tracks. As I walked I began to form a mental picture, but my mind and body was beat, and I was running on “auto” so to speak. Needless to say, the only thing that I could come up with was a horse standing on its hind legs.

Shaking my head, I veered off the train tracks the walk along the road, seeing as I was approaching the outskirts of town and it was illegal to walk on the rail road tracks. When I reached town, the first thing I did was head too the bank, for years I had been sending what little money I could here. The bank was closed, and a quick check reveled that I had an hour, thus I was inclined to wander around town and soon I had found a 24 hour dinner. Checking my pockets, I find a rather badly burnt $20

Debating on whether or not, the diner would even take the burnt twenty, my stomach roared hungrily, ending my debate. When I step into the illumination of the shop, every one stops talking and stares at me. I join them, because in the light, I can see how bad I look. My lab coat was town to ribbons, barely hanging on, my shirt underneath it was fairing a little better with only a few big burn marks, my paints ceased to exist midway between my thigh and kneecaps, a few scraps still hung down to my ankles plus my glasses were cracked and bent.

My hair was messed, but that was normal, after all I stopped trying to tame my brownish-black hair a long time ago. As the silence stretched longer, I made up an excuse for my appearance. “Had a costume party.” The answer seemed to suffice and people began to talk once more. I quickly walked to the last booth and sat behind a couple of old men, out enjoying the early morning. The waitress walked up and asked what I wanted. Handing over the twenty, I had to ask, “Will you take this? It’s all I have.” She looks it over and says “Money is money here, Hun. What you gonna have?” “In that case, I’ll take a large water and a cheese burger, median-well, and some fries too please.”

“Miss,” I added on an after thought, “Do you have a bathroom?” “Right over there” she calls over her shoulder. “Thanks” I call back and head to it. My reflection shows that my face was covered in dirt and sweat. I quickly wash off my face and arms, letting the cool water run over the sunburn. When I walk out of the bathroom, my food and change is waiting and I set into the burger quite quickly.

As I eat the men behind me keep talking and it draws my interest. “Say Joe, did you see that fireball last night?” one of them asks.
“How could you miss it, did you hear that the government has closed all the roads going that way, something about it being dangerous. Heard that it could have been a UFO or a spy plane” Joe replies.
I nearly choke on my burger laughing over that, but the two men pay no mind and keep on talking. Joe’s friend speaks once more “I heard that there bringing in some guy named Barringer.”
“Guess that this is going to a year in the history books right Fred?” Joe asks
“Ya got that right; the town of Winslow will never be the same.” Fred replies. They both fall silent thinking it all over and I finish my burger. Leaving a hefty tip I get up and begin to leave. “Hey, buddy,” Joe calls “What do you think it was?” “Who, Me? I say surprised.
“Ya, you” Fred calls.
“I think it was a meteor” I say and the men burst out laughing as I walk out.
Now that the sun was a little higher in the sky, the streets were alive with people I drew strange looks and calls, but keep right on walking.
This time the bank was open, and I walked right up to the teller saying “I’d like to make a withdrawal.” The teller looks and my appearance, and rises one eyebrow, then asks, “Do you have your id?” “Um…. no but I can give you my passwords.” The teller then calls the manger. When he comes he looks at me with interest, but keeps his tone level, “How may we help you, sir?” putting a tone on the sir. “I’d like to make a withdrawal” I say again. “And your name, sir?” he drones.
Sighing I say “Mr. Deadwood” (using the name I had been sending the money under)
The blood drains from the mangers face and he begins to stammer “Mr… Mr… Dead…. Mr. Deadwood?” He asks.
“Yes?” I reply, a little annoyed and confused about his reaction to my fake name. Quickly recovering the manager asks me to follow him. Captivated, but a little scared, I trail behind him into his office. Still wringing his hands, the manger sits behind a big oak desk, now out right staring at me. Now my confusion was being replaced with annoyance. “Mind telling me what’s going on?” I ask.
“Mr. Deadwood, over the years you have accumulated a very large amount of currency.” He starts
“How much?” I’m inclined to ask.
“About seventy-five thousand dollars” he says breathlessly, then he continues, “Mr. Deadwood now you must understand why I’m a little concerned about who you are. Over the last sixty years we have been receiving money into your account, but no one been here, and there haven’t been any withdraws either. You’ve become something of a myth in this bank branch. No one knew if you were even real.”
“Humm… yes I can understand your concern now.” I state, he opens his mouth, but I raise my hand and cut him off, “however I can tell you my four passwords, account number, and the last four deposits.” He sits there debating my offer, all the wile staring at me. “Fine” he states “but you must get all four passwords right” “Fine” I reply “shall we begin then?”
I quickly fire off all four passwords, “science, Equine, gadgets, and homo sapien.” The manager carefully checks all the passwords. “Very well then, how much do you want to withdraw?”
“In good time, first I have a few questions” I state
“Ok Mr. Deadwood, go ahead.” He answers.
“First do you have other branches in the US? If so please send off a message to them and tell them to be on the look out for me. My last question is can I have another bank card?” I declare.
“The answer is yes on both accounts; I’ll make that call and have someone make up a card for you.” He utters.
“Thank you, now about my withdrew.” I reply…

As I walk out, the manager hands over my card and thanks me for using the bank. Waving I set off down the wooden walk way, horses and people walking past. This town wasn’t the most advanced town but it was lovely. Heading to a clothing store was my first stop. Buying new clothes, shoes, wallet, and for no reason at all a black cowboy hat. When the salesman asked if I wanted him to throw away my old clothes I hesitated. On one hand they may hold many clues to what really happened in the lab, but on the other it was a grim reminder of my soon to hidden past.
In the end my scientific side won out, and I politely tell the man no. Folding the clothing carefully I walk out of the store and head too find a small suitcase. On a whim I some buy notebooks to keep my notes in about what had happened and start a journal plus a binder to keep them in.

Finally setting off to the station and approaching the ticket woman I realize that I never decided were I was going to go. Away from Arizona that much I knew; but to were was the question in my mind? Looking over all the train destinations, one caught my eye, Montana. Montana was a vast forest filled with wildlife, lakes, a few isolated towns, and lots of valleys were I could disappear into the abyss of time, but still have a little contact with people. Now I had a set detestation I approach the teller. “One-way ticket to Polson, Montana please.” I pronounce.
“Yes sir; would you like a compartment car?” the teller asks. “Oh, yes please” I reply.
“That will place you on the United Cannonball sir; your ticket will be fifty dollars.” She pronounces.
After paying and receiving my ticket, I head out to the platform. The wail of the whistle and the plum of smoke comes over the horizon before the train does. Soon the train is pulling into the station covering the platform with steam.
Even I, a man of science, become captivated by the massive work of metal in front of me. The train becomes “alive” a beast ready to leap ahead and pull for miles. It sits there breathing and snorting rearing to get under way once more. I shake my head to clear it and head to my compartment. Setting into the deep leather lounger, I take out two of my notebooks and begin to write notes about what I think happened to my laboratory in one and my thoughts and a few sketches on “Tho” in the other. The trains whistle moans indicating that we’ll be getting underway. The jolt comes next, and then slowly the platform begins to slip behind my window. Armed with my small suitcase, notebooks, my mind, and about four hundred dollars I head off down the line.

My train had been heading through the woods for about an hour in the dead of night before it passed near an isolated town in the middle of the forest. I quickly make up my mind that I was going to stay here for awhile. The train slows down to climb a steep grade and I hop off, tucking my self into a ball and rolling a few feet before stopping. Standing up and dusting off I feel my stomach grumble as hunger sets in. Since it’s only a few hours in till sunset I decide that it can wait before I sneak into the town. A sign near me draws my attention, and I creep close to it. “Welcome to Polson. Pop. 1,500” From what I could see the town itself looked small and close knit. “Maybe I’ll stay here for awhile, I have been moving too long.” I think. Slinking back into the woods I decide to make a shelter, maybe hunt and if possible a fire

Over a thousand miles away unknown to either one of then or the US government the commando team continues the search for Anna. Comprised of 3 squads of five men each, all the individual squad leaders are run by one man, Commander Kühner Herrscher, a cold and calculating man. One of the squad’s leaders report on a strange pillar of fire in Arizona, and the commander makes a snap decision. “Load up the men, we’re moving out.” He says in his countries native tongue. “Yes sir” the leaders reply, snap to attention, and salute him. Saluting them back, the commander thinks ‘After weeks of searching this maybe the break that we need to find that freak.’ The troops pack up and fade away into the darkness leaving no trace of them behind.

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