Tiger's Short Stories

Oct 31 2014, Sidelines

Sidelines

So there Dale was; the most horrible sights right before him. Eren was on fire, Levi was chained to the wall, Armin was on the ground crying in pain, and he could do nothing about it as the scariest person that he knew slowly walked toward him with an evil grin across her face.

“You really should have known not to mess with me.”

He tried screaming, but like the rest of his body, the duct tape kept his mouth from moving as well. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t run away, couldn’t get away, and couldn’t do anything but fear with every ounce of his body as she grew closer.

At least, until he woke up, discovering the duct tape that had bound him was nothing more than his blankets.

He really did have some messed up dreams.

But judging by the brightness of the snow on the ground outside, he figured that he might as well get up, it wasn’t like he could just sleep through the brightness, especially after that dream. There really were some duct tape obsessed people that he should avoid making mad.

However, as he got up he realized something wasn’t quite right. This was the first week of November. It was in the 70’s just yesterday, and now it was snowing.

Something didn’t make sense.

Maybe he was still dreaming?

Taking a lesson from those comedies, he decided to slap himself to make sure he was actually awake, but this did nothing more than cause him a bit of pain. “Okay, not doing that again.”

He saw his phone’s light was flashing on it, likely either some spam about his brother being the Nigerian prince, or a friend he fell asleep while talking to the night before. Turning it on and reading the message, he saw it said, “So I might have over a thousand pictures of Kaneki on my computer now. I’m not obsessed or anything.”

Yes, she was obsessed, but that was beside the point.

“Heather, there’s like 2 feet of snow here, I think something is wrong,” he texted back.

“So do you want to build a snowman? It doesn’t have to be a snowman.”

That did sound like a bit of fun, and since he lived in Florida, he didn’t get a chance like that often. But some things people didn’t have much time for once they grew up and had to deal with the realities of life, such as trying to get to the airport the other side of New York City through 2 feet of snow.

However, he caught sight of something even stranger as he went to try to close the blinds. A boy about a year or two older than him seemed to be flying in the air, and chasing him was what looked like a Santa sleigh driven by someone who was throwing Christmas trees at the first person.

“I think I just saw Santa flying through the air trying to kill a guy with Christmas trees.”

“Did you get the white powder containers mixed up again?”

He went through his bags making sure that all the evidence was still there, remembering the lecture he got last time he accidently consumed evidence. Still, it was a lot of fun watching those security cameras of him trying to wrestle invisible purple dragons that breathed candy and TNT.

“No, I’m certain.”

He went to the window again, the two figures far enough away so that he couldn’t see them well anymore, but even through the blizzard, he could make out some of what was going on. This was certainly reality, but it didn’t make any sense.

“Okay, I see it. There are like a hundred people streaming it online. Apparently this is a battle that started early this morning.”

He breathed a heavy sigh at this. “This means that the CIA should get involved, doesn’t it?”

“Yep.”

“And here I thought I’d finally get a relaxing day without having to worry about my life being in danger.”

“Don’t you always complain that those are boring?”

“Whatever.”

“I’ll get the helicopter ready. See you soon.”

He put down the phone, deciding that he really needed to ask for a raise.

A/N: Yes, my sister Heather and friend Dale are good at giving me ideas. And for that, they get to be side characters in my new Call of the Hero story, which I shall start posting tomorrow. This kind of serves as their introduction, and a preview for the story.