Monday, April 13, 2015

T-Bone the Monster, Eat the Steak "A Samuel Light Junior Story." John Pirillo



T-Bone the Monster, Eat the Steak
"A Samuel Light Junior Story."
John Pirillo
Jimbo and Samuel slid down the narrow entrance into the sewer by using a thick pipe they had found in the wrecking yard. The fact that they had ended up in that godforsaken place was because the Ends had made a run for it there and they had followed. 

The Ends were an underground race that came up to the surface once every hundred years to capture females and bring them downside to breed with. The Ends were a dark race and were the remnants of a mutated race created by the ancient Atlanteans before their fall from grace and they had blown themselves to kingdom come with their own massive weapons of destruction as both sides of the mighty empire became so divided that they ended up destroying one another.

"Stinks." 

Sammie eyed his friend. "You should know."

Jimbo dropped to the slimy concrete floor and gave Sammie a hand down. "Sticks and stones."

"Mine are tougher."

"Mine are longer."

Sammie laughed.

Jimbo laughed, and then eyed the compass in his hand. "Getting something."

"Sure it's the Ends; sometimes there are other things that magnetize the compass."

"Aren't you the one who said this would never fail us?"

"Guilty."

"Then shut up!"

They reached a t-bone in the underground sewer and had to use their flashlights to search both directions a few moments, looking at the concrete for tell tale signs. "This way." Sammie finally said, indicating with his light the prints of numerous feet.

"Gotcha!"

The two slung their backpacks over their right shoulders to free up flashlight hands better, and then picked up the pace.

"This is really stupid, you know."

Sammie agreed, but when the Ends showed up and stole his best friend next door. Emilie Parker. He didn't find it so stupid.

"It's more stupid if we let them get away with this. They'll be back for more."

"Not in our lives."

Sammie stopped and Jimbo bumped into him. "What?"

"Just because you don't believe in reincarnation, doesn't mean it's not true, Jimbo. You could be a woman in your next life and when an End came..."

Jimbo laughed, and then stopped laughing. "Nah. I'll never be..." He looked uncertain. "You're kidding, right?"

Sammie's face told him his answer. "Right. Right. Okay. Lead on leader."

They slowed down. The footprints were getting more clear and distinct. 

"Can't be too far ahead now."

"What're we going to do when we spot them?"

"Put the fear of God into them." Sammie said with a grin.

Jimbo stopped his friend. "This doesn't mean me having to act like a monster again, does it? Last time we did that I nearly got my ass blown up!"

"Forget it, Jimbo. We're going to t-bone them."

"T-bone?"

"Yep." And Sammie said no more.

The sound of women and girls sobbing became distinct in the distance, starting off as a low eerie series of moans, then resolving into the distinct sounds of many females crying, weeping and wailing.
"Oh crap! Sammie, there must be a hundred of them."

Samuel stopped. He and Jimbo watched as the Ends gave their captives the opportunity to rest, offering them bottles of water, taken from dirty backpacks.

The Ends were very human looking, except for the green hairs all over their body, and their utterly eerie green eyes that glowed in the dark. That's another thing about the Ends, they can see in the dark. He and Jimbo couldn't.

"So what's the plan?" Jimbo asked.

Sammie told him.
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Emilie Parker was a very pretty girl. Tall and lithe, with bright blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. She was lean and mean in sports, which made her a perfect match for Samuel, even though she was more Jimbo's type when it came to tastes. She didn't really like boys who were so easy going. She liked them more rough on the edges. Jimbo fit the bill.

But at that particular moment as she surveyed the captives about her, eyed her own bonds, which were lacerating her wrists and cutting them wickedly, she didn't think much about anything at all, except for if the hell they had entered ever had an end. The Ends were too tall and strong to overcome, and she was tough in a fight. But not with these guys. They spoke English. One of them had told her they had learned it over the Internet from some stolen computer equipment in preparation for their raid.

"Humans are so gullible." He had proudly and arrogantly told her. "They think they rule the planet and can do whatever they damn well please. Well." He grinned, revealing teeth that were rotting in his mouth. "They can't."

She had used that casual friendship with the End to try and get free, but it had failed. The moment he saw her slipping further and further back, he had dropped back as well and double tied her bonds, so now she hurt even worse than before. 

"I hate you." She had told him.

He smiled. "Passion is good."

"I really, really hate you!" She emphasized fiercely.

But he only grinned even more so.

And so here they all were, twenty of them, young and old, herded into a narrow circle to rest and recuperate before they began the descent. She saw the narrow entrance that the End had been bragging about all the way to this point, telling her how carefully it was hidden and guarded. It didn't need to be guarded. Only a fool would wade through the sewage they were presently in.

"Rise!" The End leader commanded to the captives.

As one they stumbled to their weary feet, afraid to move, afraid not to move.

"From this point we shall descend into the depths where our home is. I want to welcome you all to your future home." He paused, and then grinned. "From which none of you will ever return."

The females began wailing and weeping again, which made him seem to smile even more.

Emily really wanted to punch him out.

Then the entrance to the Ends home lit up like a small sun, and a huge form stepped out from it, rays of intense light bursting around its sides and plastering the entire warrior Ends and their captives in the light.

The Ends became silent with fear.

"You will leave and never return!"Commanded the huge form.

The End leader stepped forward. "And who will stop us, if we do not."

Something struck him in the face and he stood there stunned a moment, as if in total shock, then he laughed. "You'll have to do better than that!"

Then he did a strange thing. He twitched his right arm, then his left, then he began scratching at his chest, then his next, and then his face, and before long he was crying out in horror as his entire body seemed to be on fire.

The Ends looked on in horror at the strange affliction that had struck their leader.

The huge form spoke again. "Next time, the rest of you will fall!"

The Ends as one broke free from their captives and ran away, seeking another entrance that was further down the tunnels.

The End leader lay in the filth a moment, and then slowly rose. "Come back!" He screamed after the others.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around. A fist connected with his face. He fell backwards to the floor, stunned. Emily stood over him, cracking her knuckles. "If you're smart, you'll never show your face around here again. Ever. Ever. Ever!"

He crawled away on his knees, scrambled to his feet, then dashed after his other Ends, sobbing like a child.

The huge form stepped away from the entrance and Jimbo lowered his flashlight, revealing a grinning face. Samuel stepped from his hiding place and joined him. 

Emily saw Samuel and ran to hug him. He fended her off, and then began scratching himself all over.
"What's wrong with you?"

He sighed. "Cost of battle. Poison Ivy."

Jimbo grinned. "I'm huggable."

"Of course you are." Samuel pointed out. "Aren't you always?"

"You got it, mastermind."

Jimbo stretched his arms out and Emily ran into them. He hugged her tight. ."You're safe now."

They brought all the captive females back to the surface, where they all scattered to return to their homes. 

Samuel always felt bad about that day, because he knew that he liked Emily, but he couldn't be the one she ran to. It always had to be Jimbo. Always!

He sighed as he sat on top the roof of his home, looking at the stars.

They were all safe and that was the most important thing.

He heard a scrambling sound and tensed, fearing an End was coming for him, then Jimbo's grinning face popped over the rim of the roof. He clambered up and offered Samuel a small vial of ointment. "Thought you might need this."

Samuel sighed with relief. His mom had forgotten to get some when she came back from the store. He began rubbing it into the tender areas of his arms and hands, and then sighed with even more relief as the intense burning of the poison ivy lessened.

"Thanks." He told Jimbo.

Jimbo grinned. "Hey! That's what friends are for, buddy."

Samuel grinned back at him. He might never win the hand of the opposite sex, but he would always have the best friend anyone could ever have in the universe.

Then he said as an afterthought. "Next time, you t-bone the monster, and I...I eat the steak!"

Jimbo broke into laughter, and then stopped. "Never happen!"

They broke into laughter together. Jimbo was right.

Robinson Crusoe of Clipper Island...an old Golden Age Movie Serial


Bambi Meets Godzilla Short Animated Film


If you haven't seen this, you owe it to yourself to unscrew your head for awhile and enjoy this minty, sawtoothed take on the first meeting between the sweet Bambi and the huge dinosaur, Godzilla.

Don't blink!

Enjoy

John

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Marvel's Ant Man Movie Trailer


Hulk Versus Iron Man clip from Avengers: Age of Ultron


Posted almost a dozen new things on my author site

Doctor Jekyll Mister Hyde Transformation


In the Baker Street Universe I've spent an entire weekend presenting different ways of looking at the mysterious Hyde character from the Robert Louis Stevenson story, "The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde."

Above is a pictorial presentation of how the transformation progresses.

Enjoy!

The Man Who Was Sherlock Holmes


(New) "The Eighth Ring of Hell" A To Hell and Back Story by John Pirillo




"The Eighth Ring of Hell"
A To Hell and Back Story
Swimmer, also known as Ryan Stone to his friends, and Squad Commander the Triple A squad, hunched down behind the outcropping off North 41 coming out of Vegas. It was a little traveled road, and for good reason. There was hell to pay there during the summer, because the nearest gas station was a hundred miles away, which had no water unless you bottled it in and no food unless you liked eating Little Debbie's, the only food the station carried, or probably could afford.

Swimmer had stumbled upon the station in a delirium. He had just escaped a very, very dark place, but without his support. They had fallen back to cover his escape, so he could bring the big guns back with him. It wasn't going to happen. He was stunned, dehydrated and beaten.

Oh, and by the way, there are regions...not really on our world...we call them rings...where hell resides. Each hell caters to the beliefs of those who have imagined them into existence. You see, the problem with human beings is that their thoughts are so powerful, that when they fear something enough, they actually create it at some point, in some place or another. Thus Hell. And more than one version. All nasty places, all places a smart person would rather have no part of. Not that only dumb people go to hell, they're actually more filed up with smart people than the other way around, because smart people think they can get away with anything. But they're wrong. No one gets away with anything. Ever. Not in the long run, sometimes not even in the short.

Anyway, he had survived. They had survived. The owner of the station turned out to be a little known angel...literally...named Michael, who looked after those doing the work his kind carried on for the Big One upstairs. 

He had awoken on a crusty counter, devoid of anything but Little Debbie's, chocolate doughnuts. Michael was gently dabbing his mouth with a swab of cloth from bottled water he had sprung into, and poured liberally over Swimmer's body.

"Thanks."

"Sorry. It's the best I can do. Angels thrive on Little Debbie's."

"So I hear." I told him, trying to laugh, but my face was too dried up and cracked. It hurt like hell from the sunburn I had gotten. Never march three hundred miles in the hot deserts of Vegas. It's begging to be hurting.

"Your men are safe." Michael told him with a gentle smile.

"My..."

"They're safe too, but one of them will need a few weeks to recover her pride."

I gave him an odd look, but he said nothing else.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Michael."

I pointed upwards slowly.

He nodded. 

"The Big One?"

He shook his head. "None of us are any bigger than the other. It's a humble thing, you know."

"Yeah." I agreed, not really knowing what to believe.

I had just escaped the Eighth Ring of Hell and had stumbled into a gas station run by an angel, whose name was Michael, and sold only gas and Little Debbie's.

"You'll be better in the morning when they find you." He told me.

"Find me? I'm already found."

He just gave me that odd smile and said no more.

I managed to get my feet under me, and dropped to the concrete flooring. Big mistake. I collapsed like a rag doll. He rushed around, though I don't remember the sound of any footsteps, even though he was wearing thick boots. He came to me and lifted me as easily as if I were no more than a bag of feathers and set me on the counter again.

"I don't want to mess up..."

He grinned. "Too late. Here."

He gave me another Little Debbie. Damn! If it didn't actually boost me as soon as I bit into it. My mind became sharp as a needle.

It had been 0800 hours. Our team had been chasing a cluster Demon. It's a rare one, but very dangerous, because it can multiply itself, and believe me, when I say multiply, I don't just mean to ten. We had followed it all the way from Vegas across Red Rock Canyon, over the Vegas Valley desert and heading towards Mohave. It was fast. We were faster. Equipped with sand sails, we used the winds, which usually gusted quite a bit through there, to propel us on our sand slays at over sixty miles an hour. The cluster demon could make just barely fifty.

We corned him in Baker, before he could reach the city proper and diverted him back towards Vegas again, thus avoiding him killing everyone in Baker, and making sure we could battle him on grounds where we held the advantage. Were we stupid!

He reached the 41 and took off like a bat of hell. We swept after him, barely able to keep him in view until he cut off the narrow paved road and began jumping in enormous leaps up a raw hillside, where aged sandstone boulders and granite spikes rose threateningly in the air.

"Blue and Red teams to the left. Green and Yellow right." I ordered and we split up.

My team caught up to him just as he triggered the Doorway. We called them doorways, because they sort of looked like them. But bigger, much bigger. Demons don't do anything in miniature. Everything's big and grandiose. This is why you don't want one rampaging in a city or town. They won't just take one soul, but all of them they can.

We plunged through the doorway, not even seconds after the cluster demon, but still too slow. He had already managed to lunge ahead along a narrow path that ran around steep black mountains next to a liquid fire ocean that slithered and sloshed at its base, casting very hot and bright flares of light upwards, so that any clothing it touched seared and threatened to catch fire.

I turned to Digger, my right hand man. "Anything?"

He shook his head. "This place is new."

Shaker, who was vibrating a mile a minute, shook his head, which was quite an event to see, as his whole body was already shaking so bad it hurt to watch. "This place is a different vibration from all seven hells, Swimmer."

I shook my head, discouraged. Another hell. God! How many were there?

Almost as if answering my question." Digger shot back with. "I told you there were probably more."
I gave him a stern look. He shrugged.

I sighed, and then we put on a burst of speed, limbering our Flingers for the upcoming battle.
We reached a hard turn that began to climb steeply, and widening as it did so. We finally crested the top, our bodies straining from the effort, sweat stains over every inch of our uniforms. The cluster demon stood on the top of the black mountain, its ravenous purple eyes fixed on us. It began to cluster.

"We're so..." Digger said.

"Screwed." Shaker finished.

"Not if I can help it." I told them, and began firing my Flinger. The whole time I held my trigger finger down, I thought of my daughter, and what would happen to her if I didn't get back home. I had lost her once. I would never do that again. "Never." I swore as I ran out of ammo and the last of the demons launched itself at me, reaching out with lobster claws to skewer my throat. Instead, I skewered it with my regulation knife. 

It fell to my feet and I scrunched its head into mush, then looked up just as one of the cluster demons, that had not died put on a burst of clusters. I grabbed over my shoulder and reached for my grenade launcher. They were miniature atomic bombs, clean ones, that only blew up and killed things, didn't leave any radiation traces behind.

The cluster demon's forms continued to multiply. I blew up first one, then the other, but there were always ten more than the last time I fired. Digger and Shaker joined in and we began to catch up. My teams converged on our position and we laid down a blanket of highly volatile short range missiles that rearranged the shape of the mountain top. When the dust settled, all that was left was blood and guts. Demon blood and guts, which is just totally disgusting. Imagine living inside a slaughter house, with all the sewage of the world dumped in there for flavor, and you have just a glimmer of how awful their smell was.

We looked at the remains and the holes in the mountain top, and then made a short camp. I looked at our teams. "Okay. This place is new. Let's not wait to find out how new. Got me?"

"Yo!" They all answered.

"I signaled them with my right hand and we all hustled down the mountain, seeking the doorway we had entered through. Usually the only way out of hell was the same way in, but sometimes the devils changed things, laid traps. They were quite crafty, if somewhat ambitious. I finally was able to take in more of the details on the return hike.

The black rock we had been traveling over was not rock at all, but condensed bones of humans. Every now and then a piece of the rock would move, revealing a hand, or a mouth, or a set of eyes. All of them reaching towards us, pleading for help.

It broke my heart, but I knew we couldn't save them. Anyone down here, up here, wherever in the hell this place was...they were out of our ability to make a difference. All we could do was hope to stop more from being trapped.

We reached the doorway. It was open.

I had been sweating the possibility of it being closed, but it appeared to be just a fear, nothing more. But as soon as we approached the doorway, a burst of demons broke forth through the doorway, and shook their way free of the black rocky ground about us.

In moments we were fighting for our lives.

That was when my good people had practically shoved me through the doorway. They could hold their own, but no way could they all make it through without half of them biting it.

"Penny for your thoughts." Michael told me.

I looked up from the counter at him; he had another Little Debbie held out for me.
"This will be the last one."

I nodded and reached for it. I took it and dragged it towards my mouth to take a bite. I bit.
Then I felt a hand slap my face really, really hard.

I blinked my eyes and Mustard was squatted next to me, sucking on her hand, which I had just bitten. "What were you thinking?" She spit out to me, her eyes bloody red from anger and sun stare.

"Always thought you tasted better than you looked." I quipped.

She reached a hand up to slug me with this time.

Digger caught it.

"Welcome back, Commander."

Everyone gathered around me and as I rose, I could see how weary and beaten all of them were.

"Where's..." I started to say as I realized a very important member of our teams was missing.

"She's back a mile, nursing her pride." Laughed Mustard. "She got nipped in the.....uh, place where the sun don't shine."

Everyone broke into laughter. I did too.

I turned around, instinctively knowing the direction to go, because I had already spotted the direction of their footprints. I was going to have to scald them about leaving tracks for the demons to follow, but right then I was just happy to see everyone alive. 

Now to get back home and give that daughter of mine a hug and kiss. My heart began to ache at that thought and worry. Because she had already been in jeopardy once by the demons. I had sworn it would never happen again. And it wouldn't. Not as long as I was alive and my Triple Kick Ass Angels.

"Yo!" They joined in when I ordered them to double time behind me.

The strangest thing about my hallucination was that later when we caught our choppers back home, I found a Little Debbie wrapper in my pocket with the initial. "B.M."

Big Michael.

I grinned.

Fast and Furious 7 interviews. Video.


Van Diesel speaking about Paul Walker. Short video.


Fast and Furious 7, Paul Walker CGI revealed...short video.


Normally, I don't put in posts for racing car movies, or that nature of movie, but this series rises above its genre settings to enter the realm of an almost mythical world, where fast cars and their drivers are like warriors from another world.

I am absolutely certain that if we were to be visited by humans from the past or the future, or by alien civilizations they would be as likely to put this stream of movies into the fantasy category as much as they would a Star Wars movie.

So for your viewing pleasure,

Enjoy

John

New Fractal Flame Gallery






Another batch of Fractal Flames. I enjoy these even more than most regular fractals, because of their more luminous nature and the fine tendrils of light they create. It's what I would imagine magic to look like if it were to float free in the air. Drifts of fine, misty, glowing particles that illuminate the dark and brighten the day.

Enjoy.

John