The Outcasts

Mason's P.O.V.

Well, let me tell you, the name Bismark reminds me of biscuits. So if they had a football team, the North Dakota Biscuits would be a fitting name. Thank God they don't. Anyways, Bismark is small, full of estates, and has huge backyards and frontyards all perfectly trimmed. They had no dogs and no fences, and everything seemed to be neat. 

Now, I really don't understand how we were supposed to spread the word of the world when everyone fricking new the volcano has gone off. Cars lined the area as people evacuated. Maybe we would have to go to somewhere like New Jersey or New York, where they had several days. A dark cloud started to decend, not ash nor water molecules. There was a lightning bolt that lit up the area, and a man appeared. He was dressed in a heavy cloak and had red skin like he had a huge sunburn. Glowing red eyes appeared from underneath the brin of the cloak. There was a laugh as every car in the city exploded with tremendous force and houses crumbled. He raised his fand and the dark cloud decended upon the city and coming with it was the smell of rotting meat. The black cloud created a fog that shrouded him and the city.

I could hear explosions as he burst the engines and suddenly the road was lifted up from upon our feet. Like a tidal wave it slammed down and crushed and buried those under it. The asphalt started to collapse and reform, and anybody on the disappearing asphalt fell into a pitt, and when the asphalt reformed, it trapped them in like a lid in a jar.

Then there was silence.

And then a hiss.

The man I assumed was Jacent had disappeared and probably went back back to his hell hole, and in his place was a giant cobra. It hissed and spewed venom and saliva as its gaze set on me.

Oh shit, and I thought Ronald McDonald was creepy. But that snake just took things to the next level. With amazing refexes it struck at my face and I barely had time to dodge before it came at me again. Suddenly from behind me it's tail came up and constricted around my stomach. Wait, is this a cobra or a python?

It raised me to its eye level and looked at me. Great, I was going to end my life by being eaten by a snake. I remembered how the journal said I could soon create water on my own, and I thought hard. I tried to think of water molecules forming in the air, but it was too hard. I finally did it, and the last thing I saw was the snake's fangs.

Before a ice spear went into the snakes throat. It spat blood onto my face that burned and dropped to the ground, went limp, and died. I guess panic does sometimes make you do desperate and amazing things.

And the snake started to move again. There was a hiss as the first head came back to life, and a second slithered up from the ribs. This is ridiculous. Its a freaking Hydra.

How do you kill something that doubles the amount of heads after death? Its like impossible. And then I remembered from History Class. When we were studying mythology of Greece and Rome, we talked about Heracles. And one of his feats was killing the Hydra. By burning all of the heads at once.

BUT WHAT TO BURN THEM WITH?

i then obtained an idea.

"Hey, Lissy?" I called out to Alyssa, who was cowering in an alleyway. "Find some matchboxes in a house along with some cooking spray."

She rushed out from the alleyway, glanced at the hydra, and ran inside an estate. The hydra snnapped at me and I dodged as fast as possible. The monster kept on going. It almost bit my convers, which pissed me off. I took a rock and chucked it at one of the heads. That head went limp and another appeared.

Oops.

"Mason, here!" Alyssa yelled as she threw me the material I needed. I then held up the limp body of a dead entrepeneur and waved it around like a tasty steak. Lighting a few matches, I prepared myself. All three heads lunged at once. Once close enough, I sprayed the cooking spray over the fire. There was a massive explosion, and the charcoaled heads went down. My face burned like never before as I grabbed it and started to scream. The pain was tremendous, like the worst sunburn you have ever gotten times ten. The pain was so massive I blacked out.

I awoke as an ash cloud started to decend upon the city. My face still screamed, but I had enough logic not to cry out; the ash would hurt much more.

"Mason!" Alyssa cried and grabbed my ankle. She dragged me through the streets as fast as she could and finally reached a old Toyota. She threw me in he back seat and She hit the speed peal. The car went off.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yep, these burns on my face feel great." I said sarcasticly. "I mean, they tickle. NO THEY FEEL LIKE 3RD DEGREE BURNS SHOULD FEEL." she looked at me symaptheticly and she realized there was nothing she could do at the moment. The ground started to collapse behind us, but it was too far behind to worry about. I sat in the back seat, cried some, and fell asleep.

Alyssa and I were both outcasts in school. I was sightly too hyper, and Alyssa was bipolar. But we understood eachother, like a mother and a son. Ech, sorry, bad analogy.

And so we drived on, heading to the next safe haven.