[Unholy Trinity], The Legend of the Pepperoni Sandwich Pt. 2 Options

[bat19]

[The Legend of the Pepperoni Sandwich
Part Two - The Dark One

The following story is completely fictionalized. Any similiarity to real life people or circumstances is purely coincidental. Except for the true parts.

The dark man rushed through the woods, branches scraping against the door of his massive truck. The rain sliding off the leaves in heavy drops pounded on the roof. He became very excited as his destination approached. The grin on his face was wide and evil, his pale fingers clutched the wheel in anticipation. All forms of plant and animal life were maliciously destroyed under the four giant wheels as he tore through the brush. He was determined and he would not be stopped.
The truck burst through the trees and slid as it hit the pavement. The rain was much heavier out in the open and it was almost impossible to see anything. The man accelerated anyway, his destination coming even closer. Headlights in the opposite lane flew by the windows in colorful blurs.
Neon lights showing the logo of a local convenience store were barely visible in the downpour. His hands shook with excitement as the truck slowed down. He parked and jumped out of the truck, landing softly on both feet.
There were a few scratches on the door from the branches and trees. Touching his finger to his mouth, he whispered inaudible words and traced the white lines which vanished under the tip of his finger. He laughed and walked towards the entrance.
Water dripped off of him onto the floor. The old man was close. Months of searching were almost finished. The old man had finally let his guard down long enough for the dark one to find him. But why would he allow me to find him? He was always more careful than that. These were questions that would surely be answered later. For now he had to find him.
His eyes throbbed as the blood pumped to his head. He would have a headache soon but that didn't matter now. The old man's smell lingered in the air and he was close, ever so close. The man stopped next to a display of grapefruit. His entire body became rigid as he turned. There!!
The old man was waiting for the dark one. He had known of this moment for decades, yet now it seemed all too soon. His servant was standing by the door with a butcher's knife in his hand, ready for the iminent attack. But even for his enormous bulk, he would be no match for this enemy. The old man's eyes were sad. So it has come to this he thought. He lowered his head, with the knowledge of what would come next
The doors to the employee's bathroom flung open. A dark fog crept in, establishing the Dark One's presence. The servant lunged, knife in hand into the darkness and was easily cast aside. The dark one's laughter echoed into the stalls, creating ripples in the puddles of urine on the floor.
"Ha ha ha! Kind of a pushover wouldn't you say" The dark one walked in, eyes black and empty, his massive grin showing off his sharp pearly whites. The old man looked at him, knowing that this was it, his time had ended. But his life no longer mattered. All that mattered was her. She was already on the path, whether she knew it or not. He would have to leave the rest up to fate. The dark one extended his arms in an obscene gesture of affection.
"Hello Old Man."
"Hello, Samael."

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Becky stared at the map the butcher had drawn out for her. This makes no sense she thought. She had followed the written directions on the back but now found herself confused.
"As soon as you leave, head straight for ten minutes and you will find the path" It was vague to say the least. She had no idea if he meant ten minutes walk or jog and wasn't completely sure she'd notice a path even if she was on it.
She had left the store a half hour earlier and was having second thoughts on her decision. It would be very hard to find a path in this rain. The umbrella she had stolen proved to be very helpful as it was raining heavily. She still couldn't believe how beatiful it was. The golden handle was well decorated and had finger indents which seemed made for her hand. The light, golden fabric sparkled as it blocked all the water from touching her.
The chill of the rain had yet to affect her which she was sure would happen soon. Becky unfolded the map again to see if there were any familiar landmarks and almost dropped it in the water out of fright. The picture seemed to have changed! No Way! she thought.
The map showed a man with smoke coming off him smiling. This had been there before, but now it seemed to have changed locations. There was also what looked like a goat in the middle of the trees.
"I know that wasn't there before." She was spooked, but she knew it was most likely just faulty memory. Pictures don't just change
Her stomach growled. She could have easily just gone to Denny's. She could turn back. But the word's of the butcher rang through her head.
"...if you're looking for a pepperoni sandwich, I know where you can find the best in the world." Her stomach had done the thinking for her. "...best in the world...best in the world..." His words rang out like a dead echo in her head. She needed to end this day with the best sandwich in the world. Then something hit her. How did he know I wanted a pepperoni sandwich? I only asked him for a half pound of pepperoni? Things weren't adding up. The rain was even heavier now, and she'd had enough.
Becky started to turn when a gust of wind pushed her in the opposite direction. Becky tried to stop, but the umbrella she was holding onto was pulling her away. Why isn't this umbrella turning inside out? Her shoes were sliding in the mud. If she let go of the umbrella, she would fall right into the mud and be caught unprotected in the rainfall.
"Oh no!!" she cried. She was heading right into the trees. She was sure she was gonna fall once the umbrella hit the branches, but they moved out of the way.
"Oh my god...." Becky stared at the umbrella and noticed something odd. The rain was falling against the umbrella. Aside from her shoes, she was almost completely dry. The wind seemed to be blowing against it as well, yet she was still being pulled forward. The umbrella was moving independently, and dragging her along with it. What is this? What is happening?

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Samael hopped into his truck angry and frustrated. So the Chosen One is looking for it too! The old man had been almost useless towards the end. Samael had tried to absorb the last thoughts of the old man but this had proved futile. He was not strong enough yet for the old man and he would not allow it. He did however learn of the girl. Becky.
Samael was very disappointed. He was hoping to find joy in the death of the old man, but the fool had taken even that away from him. No matter. He would find the girl. He would search her out and end her. And then he would take the prize for himself.

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Becky woke to the sound of an animal. A branch had slapped her hard in the forhead and she had fallen unconcious. The golden umbrella that had seemingly come to life and dragged her into the middle of the woods was sitting folded next to her. The rain had stopped. She was on dry ground.
Something shifted behind her and she jumped, startled. A white goat was caught in a thicket of vines and was trying to get free. Becky stood up and slowly appraoched the animal. The goat eyed her cautiously, it's pointed horns ready in case of any hostility. Becky crouched down and slowly stroked the animal, showing it she was friendly. The goat stood still as Becky reached down and loosened the hold. As soon as it was free, the goat flung back and began running back and forth.
"Well, you aren't so bad." Becky said, enjoying this small bit of normalcy to what had turned out to be a crazy day.
"You're not so bad yourself miss," replied the goat.
Becky screamed loudly before she fainted.

Part Three will come later.

[*Uronacid*]

Yo, this is amazing... c'mon... if that little bitch bastard made Eragon in 9th grade, you could definitely publish this shit and make a mil or two.

[*.fire*]

I've wasted minutes of my time.

[bat19]

I've wasted minutes of my time.

hahaha. Finally an honest answer

[turntabletux]

I've wasted minutes of my time.

It's a story about a pepperoni sandwich. It has a GOLDEN MAGICAL UMBRELLA!!! Make a story with that and I will read it. If you have problems with a GOLDEN MAGICAL UMBRELLA that moves against the wind. Then you are no friend of mine!
-ant