Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Seeing All and Nothing ❯ Dylan ( Chapter 7 )

~~ Dylan ~~

 

Dylan only saw white. A gray mist seemed to beckon him to come closer. He followed uneasily, allowing himself to be lead down a tunnel of clouds. With his hands outstretched like a blind man, he watched as the mist dispersed, leaving him standing in a large field of grass at what looked to be about four of five o'clock in the morning. To Dylan's surprise, he suddenly heard an uncommon sound: a moo. Huh?

 

“What the...” he looked around and saw a heard of cows slowly walking from a red barn in the distance. They moved robotically and in complete unison. They even mooed at the same time as their feet thumped heavily; leaving very distinct hove marks in the imitation dirt. Their large eyes were supposed to black and brown, but where now, in fact, a glowing greenish yellow, making them look as if from another planet.

 

Then they saw him. The cow nearest to him opened its mouth wide, too wide to be physically possible for the creature. Inside Dylan could see multi-colored wires and its teeth were gleaming silver, many of which were rusted and broken. What happed next didn't seem possible. The cow looked straight at Dylan, with its mouth open, and fired. Immediately the dark-haired teen ducked out of instinct to avoid the blast. The stream of white light nearly singed him. Before he knew it, Dylan was being shot at by at least fifty cows with lasers for tongues. The first place he headed was the shed beside the barn. It didn't seem to be inhabited by laser cows.

 

He ran.

 

There was a slim chance he'd make it. The cows followed not as quickly as he dodged and ducked their acutely aimed lasers. The smell of burnt grass and hay filled the air around him. The field had caught fire. Breathing heavily from the exertion, Dylan ran faster then he thought possible. If I can only reach that shed... The door opened and out stepped an unsightly creature in chrome overalls carrying what looked like an old-fashioned shot gun. It didn't look too happy.

 

“Ohw era uyo?” It asked in an questionable accent that was a cross between a southern drawl and French, then noticed the cows, then commanded, “SOPT!” the cows immediately ceased fire, leaving Dylan scorched with patches of burnt cloth on his uniform, breathing heavily as sweat dripped down his forehead. “Siptud cwos! Taks!” It then seemed to notice the field of fire. “Siptud! Siptud! Utp taht uto!” The cows appeared to understand what the creature said and immediately their lasers began shooting white foam on the fire, effectively putting it out. The foam dissolved instantly after the fire was out and vanished.

 

“...Hello?” The tall, skinny blue-skinned creature with large, incandescent violet eyes turned its piercing gaze at him. "Uh, where am I?” It seemed to sigh.

 

“I'll ask the questions: who are you and why do you speak a dead language?” It interrogated, easily switching to Dylan's language.

 

“I'll answer your questions if you answer mine first.” Dylan promised. It seemed to think for a moment before responding.

 

“You are on Ehart, or as you probably better know it: Earth. We are in a town called Ponteoe, or what's left of it. Now, answer me.”

 

“I'm Dylan, and this language isn't dead.” He replied, “See, I'm right. You can speak this just fine.”

 

“Don't be stupid, human. You are not of this time, you've left a trail of mist a mile long behind you from the Travel, so don't try to dissuade me.” It contradicted, “Do you know Aria?”

 

“Yeah, what of it?” Dylan retorted angrily, becoming livid with the creature for arguing with him. Then, with out missing a beat, it held the shot gun up again and pointed it straight at Dylan.

 

“I want no fairy-loving human here in my time.” It squeezed the trigger tightly and a bolt of yellow shot out and zoomed right at Dylan, who had no time to react. “Godo rancddine.”