Johnny Nightwalker: Awakening [Part 1]

"Squirrel Sign" Photo by Yoppy. Yoppy has no affiliation with me or A.B.Normal Publishing Media Group, nor do they support my work and/or practices.
Photo by Yoppy. Yoppy has no affiliation with me or A.B.Normal Publishing Media Group, nor do they support my work and/or practices.

“Ya may have gotten the best of me in front of me lads, but you’re about to lose yer nuts, boy!”

Johnny awoke half past ten. He went about his normal morning routine of getting ready for the day. Putting on blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Having made his way downstairs, he wagered he would make a big bowl of cereal. As he poured the cereal, he examined the squares of sugar and cinnamon. He watched as the milk sloshed and began to take on the look of a cinnamon blended milk. He kept the box and jug of milk close as he shoveled spoonfuls of the cereal in his mouth. He looked down to see Chico, his Chihuahua laying bundled up in his little bed. Chico locked eyes with
Chico locked eyes with Johnny for a moment giving him a “what do you want?” look.
“Are you gonna lay there all day or are you gonna do something?” Johnny asked.
Chico rolled his eyes and sighed heavily before burying his head under some blankets. Johnny grunted and continued with his breakfast.
After several bowls of cereal, Johnny wagered he would go outside again today. Still thinking that yesterday was a fluke and that his mind was just playing tricks on him. He thought back on the dream, the words, the images. He couldn’t make heads or tails of the matter, let alone scoffed at the idea of him becoming a superhero.
He put on his pair of dingy shoes and then went to the door. He closed the door behind him as he trotted down the stairs. Outside, seemed like any other ordinary day. Nothing strange, no voices, nothing to suggest he was going crazy. He trotted down the steps and took a left. As he was walking he could hear a lot of chattering.
That doesn’t sound like people, way too many to be around here. Especially, at this hour.
He shrugged it off as nothing concerning him and kept going on his way.
The familiar Scottish voice roared from behind him. “Oi, ya dirty rat bastard! What did I tell ya yesterday? Keep yer lot off me lawn!”
Johnny turned around and saw the red squirrel from yesterday that pegged him with an acorn with a group of squirrels. He backed up slowly, hoping that it was still a dream, or just his mind misprocessing things…something…anything.
“I—I am sorry, I was just—I thought I’d take a walk.” Johnny stuttered.
“Wha—wha—what’s the matter, wee one? Cat got yer tongue?” The red squirrel replied.
“You tell ’em, Red!” A random squirrel in the back yelled.
For several moments of chatter, taunts and threats from the group of squirrels, Johnny was becoming angry.
“Look, I just wanted to take a walk and clear my head. I don’t care what you call me or what you try to do. Just leave me alone.” He said sternly.
“Uh oh, lads. He’s gettin’ all riled up over a few baby words.” Red joked.
Johnny looked down on the ground for anything. He was done taking threats and taunts…especially, from a squirrel. He found an acorn and threw it at Red.
Red dropped to the ground immediately and limp. The other squirrels all stopped laughing and only stared at their fallen leader. They gathered around and instantly roared a cry for vengeance on Johnny.
“Kill ’em!”
“Get that lil’ shit!”
“Take his nuts!”
“You killed Red, you bastard!”
Johnny turned around and began running as fast as he could. Somewhere. Anywhere but here. He could hear the patter of tiny paws that chased after him. As he fled from the angry mob of squirrels, he caught glimpses of other animals. Cats, birds, a random goldfish near a window…and more…all staring at him as he ran. He’d lock eyes with a few but would turn away, focusing on running.
At last, he came to an alleyway with a dead end. The squirrels began to circle him—poised on fences, wires, fire escapes, ladders…everything. Johnny searched the ground for something to hold his ground. There laid a dented up trash can and lid, with a broken curtain rod, long and thick enough to do some decent damage. He picked them up with haste and readied to defend himself.

Johnny “Nightwalker” is an ongoing A.B.Normal Publishing exclusive story by Robert J. S. T. McCartney. Check here for more posts.

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