Prose Laboratories (V.1, Pt. 4)
After seeing the dragon flying over Kensingten Gardens, I turn on my Xbox and waste time playing Overwatch and Slime Rancher. At about 10, I shut it off, and shuffle to bed.
Without thinking of the dragons that are on the loose, I shut of the lights and fall into bed.
pause for a 9 hour break
I break from my unconsciousness to "Kill Your Heroes" by AWOLNATION blaring out of my phone. Stupid alarm I think as I snooze it and clamber out of bed. Walking out of the doorway to the fridge, I grab a premade smoothie and fall into my pre-work routine. Drink smoothie, check phone, throw on jeans and flannel, check phone, drink smoothie, put on mismatched socks, check phone, put on shoes, and walk out the front door with wallet, phone, and keys. The hallway is empty like normal, so I walk to the elevator and enter it.
Press the lobby key, and the elevator starts moving. When I get to the bottom, a lovely surprise awaits me. A flaming lobby, scared people, and the face of a dark blue dragon with bright yellow eyes stare right at me. Somehow, I can hear the thoughts of the dragon, but only the dragon.
Puny humans. Must eat them.
"No." A single word is all I say, and it's thoughts change.
No? How can you understand me human?
"I created you, so in turn, that must be why."
Perhaps human. What is thy name?
"They call me Writer, Creator of Worlds, Builder, Destroyer, but to you, I am just a person."
I am Destroyer, but you are Person.
"You are no longer Destroyer, but Peace-Maker. Go to the mountains, and live there. Do not interfere with us humans."
Alright human. It is because I am Peace-Maker. Do not expect my brethren to be this easily deal with.
The dragon's head recedes and the sound of giant wings flapping is heard from outside. I walk outside and I see a giant black body in sky flying towards the direction of the mountains. The rest of the people from inside come rushing out and surround me.
"How did you stop it? Are you okay?"
"That was amazing! Can you do it again?"
"What's your name?"
"Just! Are you okay?"
The last one caused me to turn my head and see who called me. I saw 17 standing there with a orange sweater and hat on instead of her regular blue one. I run to her, and she pulls me, walking away from the building.
"We need to get you out of here, and if anyone asks, I am your cousin Rider, here to be an intern at Prose," 17 says to me.
"Okay, where are we going?" I ask her.
"Us? We're going to the HQ of the quartet. What you just did is not natural, and Salinger Twain needs to know."