Part 1: The Scares
I found myself in the middle of a field of what used to be corn, now all burned and black, and the sun was setting. How did I get here? Last thing that I remember is walking home from work, a normal day like any other. A light in the distance is the only thing I could see, and all I could think of was that I needed to find someone to help me, as I had no idea where I was or how I got here. I started walking towards the light, and as I did the sun set and night fell. Cold, dark and alone I stumble to the light which I could now make out as a small house. As I walked, I had the sense that something terrible had taken place here. The house began to take shape now, an older style farm house; I had the distinct impression that if these people were home they had no idea that half their crop had been ruined. No sirens or emergency services to be seen or heard. I thought to myself “why would there be? No smoke; no visible fire just burned and flattened corn”. Although it was dark the light of the house could be seen for miles it seemed to be the only thing out here. Now quit close to the house I could see the flicker of a TV and an older model pickup in the driveway. I came to the door and knocked. I heard the creaking of the floor as someone approached, the door opened a man in his 40’s opened the door he looked at me taken back a bit and said in a confused voice, “um ho..How can I help you m…ma boy?” up to this point I had not realized that I was naked, and I almost collapsed at his feet.
As the man helped me to my feet, I couldn’t believe that I was so absent minded and exhausted; thankfully these people were nice enough to offer me some clothes, food and a place to sleep for the night. Before I ate, I decided to clean up, they were more than happy to offer me there bathroom. As I washed up I looked in the mirror, I noticed some small scares on my chest that I had no memory of. I could tell these were new; they were still red as if freshly healed. They seemed to have form like small symbols; I had never seen symbols like these before. But my memory was fragmented at best.
After I washed up I sat down with the farmer and his wife for dinner, it started out quiet, then finally the man spoke in a firm yet polite manner “My name is James and this is my wife Martha, may I ask your name?” This of all things stumped me, “I thought long and hard but I couldn’t remember my name”. He starred at me, with a puzzled look and said, “If it’s not too rude of me to ask are you ok? What’s has happened to you?” I explained about waking up in the corn field and heading to their house. Now he was looking at me even more puzzled as if I was insane. Martha spoke up in a soft kind voice “You must be ill my boy, if there were really that kind of mess in the corn, we would have heard or seen something.” I thought perhaps she is right and replied, “Perhaps I just need some rest, and we will take a look in the morning.” James seemed content with that idea and finished with, “We will go into town tomorrow, and talk to the sheriff. He will know what to do.” I finished my plate and James showed me to the guest bedroom, and said good night. I lay down and stared at the ceiling for a while, eventually, exhaustion got the better of me, and I passed out. My dreams where filled with a blinding light that spoke to me, even though I couldn’t understand what it said, I did not fear it.
Before I knew it, the sun was shining in my face. I crossed the room to the window, to find Martha and john standing outside staring at what was left of the corn. I put my cloths on and headed outside to see what they were looking at. To their disbelief I was right, a great big part of their field was black and flattened as if burned. They turned and looked at me and I said, “I wish I had an explanation for you both, but I don’t. I’m as puzzled as you are”. James was upset and confused. Martha didn’t know what to think or say she just stared at the field. As James had said at dinner we headed into town to see the sheriff, after they had collected themselves. The town was a small farming community and such, quaint and quiet friendly looking, and the sign post for the town read Whitewater. The sheriff took my finger prints and said he would run it through their data base, to see if there was a missing persons report or anything of interest, and that it would take some time. Thankfully even though I’m not sure how, I ruined some of their crop, Martha and James offered to let me stay with them until we knew more.
I told James that I would help out on the farm in any way I could, that made James smile as he said with a little laugh, “Been awhile since I had help”. We got back into their pickup and we headed to the local store for some food and farm supplies. While we were shopping a young man entered the store. He didn’t look like a local or very friendly. He kept glancing around as if he was looking for someone or they were looking for him. A strange feeling grow in me the closer he got, not sickening but cautious and untrusting. I couldn’t explain it. All of a sudden, he pulled out a gun and pointed at the cashier and yelled “I WANT ALL THE CASH IN THE SAFE OR THIS FEMALE WILL GET IT”. The store manager came out and explained that he would lead him to the safe if he didn’t hurt anyone. The gunman grabbed the cashier; gun still pointed to her head and followed the manager to the cash office. The manager unlocked the safe and stepped back. The gunman looked over at the manager and said in a strange voice “thanks. Your kind is always so predictable”. With a devilish grin he raised then gun up to the manger and with a small laugh cocked the gun. Without a second thought I leaped over the counter running at full speed to the cash office, I smashed the man’s hand upwards as the gun went off. I grabbed the man he howled in pain. I throw him into the wall as if he were a rag doll. Stunned and astounded by what I’d just done, I noticed a small glow from my chest that faded away. The store manger stood up and thanked me. The manager asked me, how did I do that? With a look of surprise and shock, I replied do what? He pointed at the gunman that was unconscious against the wall bleeding, my hand print still glowing on his arm from where I had just grabbed him.