ARMAGEDDON

3: Tokyo

The plane ride was rough, and I was suffering from jet lag. I was pretty tired so I immediately checked into a hotel and fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed. It was a cramped capsule bed, but it worked well enough as a bed.

When I did finally wake up, I decided to eat some seafood at a restaurant around the corner. I didn't speak a lot of Japanese, but I was in the tourist corridor so a lot of the people there know more than one language. I asked around for a while about any underground areas in Tokyo. Most talked about the subway systems, but I know someone like Daniel would not be in a subway area. It sounds too exposed.

I decided that Daniel was living somewhere underneath the slums, and would look there. Now, I got a case of the dumbasses, and didn't think of a way to figure out how to defend myself if something went wrong. I realized I was now in the thick of it when I saw a bunch of guys with Yakuza tattoos. I didn't take notice of them at the time. I did take notice when I saw them following me. I just kept moving.

I thought I had lost them when I felt a heavy hand clasp my shoulder. I turned around to see a big burly japanese man covered in tattoos, making him look like a human canvas. He was speaking in Japanese, but the look he was giving me and the way he was gripping a pistol told me he was not very friendly at all.

His friends caught up with me, and they started shoving me around chanting "American" in thick accents. Things were about to go to shit when I heard something loud. A snarl that sounded both animal and human at the same time. That's when I saw it. A Demon was watching us from a rooftop, and I dove out of the way as it sprung off the rooftop and pulped one of the Yakuza men with the sheer force of the impact. They tried to shoot it, but wounding it only seemed to make it even angrier. It ripped the buff Yakuza guy in half, and shattered another Yakuza's head with the torso.

When it finished with them, it turned around and saw me, then it started to chant in some language that was forgotten by history. The eight foot tall creature started slowly crawling towards me, as if it was casing me for some reason. It hissed, and was about to lunge at me when I heard someone yell "STOP!"

Both the Demon and I turned our heads, and a man kicked the Demon in the jaw. A sickening crunch echoed in the alley, and the Demon was pitifully howling in pain, and was cut short from a punch to the throat from the man. He turned around, and I saw him a little more clearly. He was tall, muscular, blonde, and had a thick beard. He was decidedly not Japanese.

Is this Daniel?

"Come with me if you want to live." The man said.

He grabbed by my arm.

"When we're safe, then we'll talk about Moses."

So I did find Daniel after all.