Pretend This didn't Happen

This place sucks

Jaydon kicked the winning field goal, the saucer knocked him off her, the man's fiery drunken and drugged gaze fixed of Gary storming toward him. His eyes filled with rage, shouting curses Gary could not understand, the young girl stood from the ditch where she was previously pinned and ran. Gary threw a knife and then another, still storming toward the beast. He stood impervious to each knife logded in his lungs when issued a blow knocking him to the ground. Gary stood over the man until he gurggled his last breath, pinned to the ground with a seven foot long sword through the heart of the beast of a man. 

The saucer returned to Gary standing over the beast he'd just slaughtered, opening to reveal a light, illuminating the darkness that surrounded him showing a battle field where thousands of bodies lie with the same sword handle, protruding from the lifeless bodies of men and women lie littering the ground "all guilty" ten Tall Whites guided Gary back into the saucer, operated by two small Grey alien beings.

Gary woke up in a strange room, in a strange bed, in a stranger's house and urinated in a stranger's closet, almost. Realizing this was not where he woke the morning before he had some exploration to do. Smelling the fresh brewed coffee guided him passed an open door that was the bathroom, Gary turned around and entered the empty bare, white walled bathroom. After leaving the bathroom Gary could no longer smell the coffee but could see the guitar case that he recognised leaning against the living room wall. 

Claire sat with her legs crossed on the floor next to the trash bin that contained an empty take out coffee cup. "Good morning boss," Claire gleamed "you slept in."

"I was busy" Gary stated, "where's my coffee?" Gary asked with disapointment clearly evident in his facial expression.

Claire stood dressed in her usual attire sweatpant and T-shirt, "Come on, let's go get you a coffee and some food in the belly" Claire strutted passed Gary and began to put her shoes on. "I'll be in the car when you come to."

Gary snapped out of his trance "Yes, right behind you bud." Gary turned around to see Claire walking out the door, he put his shoes on and met Claire in the car. "It appears we need some furnishings also now buds," Gary said "we'll go shopping after we eat."

Taking a seat at a table "Gary," Claire spoke in a lowered her voice, gaze fixed on the television screen "don't look now but it appears as though you're the world's most wanted crimminal." Gary's turned white. "That is not possible," Claire blinked a few times "you were sleeping when this took place and how could you be responsible for the murder of forty four thousand, four hundred and forty eight convicted serial rapists, including those under investigation by the FBI? In one fucking night, with that many swords and knives? And there is still many more bodies stabbed into the ground. Jesus. Fucking Christ!" Claire was clearly disturbed "Even the news stations these days are entertainment based. That's not all," Claire gasped "Are you watching this Gary? These mass genocide sites are popping up worldwide, OH my GOD the vatican was upturned and shuttled away." Claire turned back to Gary "Are you" Claire trailed off shocked beyond belief.

"No television stresses me out,"  Gary smiled "I don't watch it for good reason." Gary frowned "let's get out of here, we haven't even been served coffee yet. This place sucks."