The Future Diary 2: Blood Of The Past

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Dawson looked at his son. His baby boy. The small child was so lively, full of so much potential. He knew it. As he stared into the baby's youthful eyes, Dawson knew why he had to win. He knew what he stood for. He stood for his family, his child, and the values that came with that. He had betrayed his wife. He had lied, hurt, and ashamed her. He had made a stranger out of somebody he loved, and he knowingly hurt them. He wasn't going to do that again.

He grabbed the crib, taking it out of Dalton's room, then running quickly across the hall to the master bedroom. He rounded the corner of the bathroom, then opened the closet door. He set the crib down inside, then crawled next to it where there was a large safe. He quickly spun the lock, trying to get it open. After two nervous tries, it popped open, radiating the fermented smell of oil.

"Are you alright?" Chris asked. "I don't know where anybody fucking is."

"It's okay," Dawson said, pulling out two nine millimeter pistols. "We've got protection."

"Two handguns, that's it?" Chris said. "We're fighting for our lives!"

"I've also got this," Dawson said, pulling an M4 carbine out of the back of the safe. "Armor piercing rounds, thirty shots. It'll blow this Calico fucker out of the water."

Chris grabbed a handgun, cocking it back, as Dawson stuffed his into the band of his pants. He grabbed the assault rifle as they entered the hallway.

There was an explosion that rocked the manor, as the outside lit up like a bonfire. Chris and Dawson shielded their eyes, running into Dalton's old room to look out the window.

"What is it?" Dawson asked.

"Car bomb," Chris said somberly. "That was the mayor's car..."

"Shit," Dawson said.

"What is going on here?" Chris asked with a straining voice. "Who the fuck are those people getting out of the jeep?"

"What jeep?" Dawson asked, turning to look out the window again.

There were six men exiting the jeep that had pulled up to the manor. They all carried heavy assault rifles, and wore the banner of the FFC security company. On top of the jeep was a mounted machine gun.

"We have to fucking go, right now," Chris said.

Dawson shook his head. "No."

"No! What do you mean no!"

"This is the end," Dawson explained, gripping his gun. "We have to fight."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Chris yelled at the top of his lungs, just as all hell broke loose.