User blog:UnfortunateSon/Rainy Day, Dream Away

'A sequel to [https://ajstories.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:UnfortunateSon/There%27s_Something_Wrong_With_the_Town%27s_Electricity. this] . The next chapter in the Rainier Saga.'

A month had passed since I found the corpse on the power lines. Rainier felt a strange place since then. Well - not quite, since, to be honest,  I was the one who was changed. Paranoia raged through my veins each time I walked beneath the town's old power lines - even worse when I was walking alongside the tall metallic pylons. I got the feeling of being watched each time I turned a corner when I walked home from school (About 3/4 of a miles' walk. I barely had the legs to do it). Everything changed when I got the phonecall. My brother had gone to play a football (American Football, for those outside Eagleland) match and my parents were out of town. I had been sitting at my horribly slow Macintosh waiting for a Garry's Mod map to load when I got a phonecall. Without hesitation, I picked it up. A mature, relatively deep voice picked up on the other end.

"Kid, I need you to get out of this Town. Run off. You saw too much that night. This is the one chance I'm giving you before the next one strung up on those power lines."

I replied quickly, stuttering most of my words.

"Wh-who is this? I-if yo-you're joking, this isn't funny!"

My crack-prone 8th grade boy voice must have been grating on his ears. Despite this, he responded in the same tone.

"You need a demonstration? Here, perhaps this will make you a bit less skeptical."

An odd, yellowish-beige glow emitted from the telephone wires, not unlike the spark I had seen on the power lines that horrid night. Out of the phone, a humanoid the same color as the spark emerged. It spoke in a much more crackled, painful voice.

"I said to LEAVE. You want to know what it's like being dragged across this town's miles of powerlines? Not fun. You have a week to run away from home - or, I'll be a bit more generous, perhaps. Just admit that you had a bad dream - a night terror, alright? If not, you'll be the next corpse they find. Your choice, kid."

The phone shut off by itself. I screamed, and ran into the kitchen and hid. Eventually I came out, only to find a faint set of burn marks on the carpet where the Electric Phantom had stood. It was real - and corporeal. That's when my brother came home. I tried - tried, so hard to tell him what had happened. He responded with a rather crude joke about me being high and went to his room. He rested after the tiring game, and I was yet again unheard from. I tried to get sleep that night - and failed miserably. I didn't run, and bit my nails and feared for my life the next week. The day came - and there was nothing. Maybe he had bluffed.

Another week, and I was walking home from school. The dry summer had built up an impressive cloud of rain. September was quite the rainy month - school was canceled a few times due to flash floods and storm drains overflowing. I was walking home in my raincoat, convinced my umbrella was going to break soon. The area I was in the town's former industrial district. Large, box-shaped brick buildings lined the areas around me. I always took a shortcut in a particular alleyway at this part. Walking alongside me was a highschool kid - a delinquent. He frequently antagonized me on my walk home, but today was not one of those days, fortunately.

I thought it would be good until it happened. The rain stopped. I don't mean as in the sun came out - I mean it literally. Stopped in midair. I did a double take. The other kid seemed unfazed - which turned out to be his undoing. A patch of rain near his head began to take shape. At first it formed a sort of gelatinous ball of water, but then it took shape into that of a large hand with talons attatched near the edge. It gripped onto the highschool kid's head, as he struggled. The abomination pulled, and it was no time until there was a lifeless corpse in a school uniform with no head attatched near me. His blood poured down a nearby storm drain. I let out the loudest scream I believe I ever have, and tried to run away. I quickly relegated to speed-walking, because I had to be careful not to trip on the puddles of water in the alleyway.

I was trying to get to a friend's house to dial the cops, but that's when I noticed "him" walking about me. As in, walking on the raindrops. He then seemed to fall through them, and hit the ground with little pain. He was wearing a navy blue hoodie, and his most defining feature was his mask. It resembled a hockey goalie mask, just with a rainbow pattern across it. The face on it was vaguely angry, with a v-shaped forehead and eyebrows. On the forehead, some thin, blonde strands of hair poked out. He pulled out a pocket knife and approached me. He spoke with the voice of a young adult, with a somewhat New York sounding accent.

"It seems you didn't follow 'his' orders. You've made a mistake. That poor fellow over there had to die because of you. Are you proud of yourself? Can't follow some simple instructions? Guess you'll have to die. Shame. You seemed like a pretty smart kid. 'He' would have been happy to let you on the team, but you just went and screwed it up. Don't even try to run. It's like trying to catch a rainbow on a stormy night - just impossible."

WIth that, I didn't respond. At least not verbally. Instead I ran into the nearest disused industrial building and rushed up the creaky stairs. I heard gunfire, and looked behind me. Bullets made of rain rushed in through the door, splashing against the walls and leaving bulletholes. As I ran, the long disused stairway behind me broke. I thought I was safe, until he rushed in. He made a pillar of water in order to climb the stairway. I rushed up the remaining staircases, reaching the top of the building, about 90 feet tall. I knew it would be over soon. The man trying to kill me had some sort of "gift," which manifested in the ability to manipulate water and rain. I waited for him to arrive. He soon did, holding a combat knife close to my chest.

"I'll make you suffer for that. Do you know how much I abhor those who try to defy me? I'm from the richest family in this town. If you kill me, you'll just be found out. I can make it look like it wasn't self def-!"

As he was monologuing, I ran over and gave him an ancient techniue - the knee-to-the-groin. He let out a cry, as I pushed him over the edge of the roof using what strength remained in me. I had just killed Richard Blackmoore - the eldest son of the wealthiest family in the city. Fortunately, because of him holding a combat knife and the decapitated corpse in the alley, it would look like a murder-suicide. I ran over to my best friend, Brian Pulaski's house, which was a 4-ish blocks down from mine. He took the bus, so he was home. We dialed the cops and I told them what I had "witnessed."

The investigation was left a cold case. The way the kid's head was detatched from a neck couldn't have been done with a knife, according to the forensics. However, I was never a suspect. This doesn't mean I had won. I had lost so much sleep - and sanity. This town had something wrong with it. The rain may have stopped but the storm just had begun. I caught the rainbow on a stormy night.