Single post in The Little One -- [COMPLETED]

The young man looked up and opened his mouth to answer when he glimpsed a semi entering the intersection at the end of the block. Although it didn’t do anything spectacular, like plow through half a dozen cars before exploding into a property damaging fireball, something about the symbol on its side drew him. It looked like the blue outline of a star with the top point segmented and a stylized green “N” overlaying the rest. Nothing about NeWave Industries—printed below the symbol—rang a bell, but that star symbol meant… something. He could feel it. Maybe there was something to that drink. Without a second thought or word to Willie, he chased after the semi with the weapon in hand. It was an entirely weird sensation to feel more connected to a funky logo than his own reflection, but he couldn’t deny what he felt… what his mind struggled to discover. Of course, now that he realized he was running through the rain to catch up with a moving 18-wheeler, he had no idea what he would do after catching it. Slow traffic along the road ahead helped him gain ground as he ran “NeWave” through his mind over and over. Nothing came. Could he have worked there? Or maybe someone he knew? Any answer would do as long as it jogged a memory… any memory. Unfortunately, the crosswalk light caught him as soon as he reached the intersection. Heavy traffic discouraged him from a quick jaywalk, but he kept an eye on the semi steadily creeping down the four-lane road ahead. That’s when he noticed his vision had begun to clear, which made it more curious how he managed to see the logo from the bar’s parking lot a few dozen yards away in the first place. Now that the thumping in his head lessened, he could think. He could question if the blurriness was truly caused by the cocktail or the locked weapon he still chose to carry around. He could ask himself why he felt so drawn to the thing that could’ve somehow been the source of his amnesia. He could grow frustrated at how long it was taking the crossing light to change! A loud crash filled the air, followed by a pair of successive booms that sounded like thunder nearby. Weird how the thunder didn’t sound like it came from the sky. The solid ground beneath his feet even trembled a little. Then came a cacophony of horns blaring from the same direction the truck headed. He looked up. The light had changed. He hadn’t even noticed people scrambling to and away from the loud noises, covering their heads with umbrellas, thick newspapers, and whatever else was handy to stave off the rain. He pushed through the cluster, melding with the flow that headed across the street and down the busy sidewalk towards the noises. Whatever caused people to lean on their horns up ahead also stopped traffic, giving him the chance to run out into the street next to the idle semi. Rain splashed his face as he stared up at the logo again. Still not placing it, he jogged over to the passenger door of the cab and stepped onto the running board. “Excuse me,” he said after pulling the door open. “What does NeWave do?” The dark skinned, skinny man behind the large steering wheel stared back at him behind a pair of wide-rimmed glasses like he had lost his mind. “Boy, are you blind?” The man pointed towards the windshield. The young man noticed the extra height from the cab allowed him to get a clearer view of the commotion in the road ahead. Apparently, the random crashes of thunder weren’t connected to the rainfall. Through the drenched windshield and rhythmically swinging wipers, he could make out a pair of figures in the middle of the road several cars ahead. He couldn’t really make out features on either of them, especially since the rain started to come down harder, but he could tell they were fighting… and not in any way that looked normal. When one moved, a sort of darkness appeared to follow him. It almost seemed the shadows shifted around him, but for all the young man knew, his vision could’ve been screwing with him again. He couldn’t even tell what was casting the shadows in the first place. However, there was no mistaking the weirdness surrounding the other person. Whenever he—actually, the way it moved looked more like a she—attacked, thunder crashed as small, bright sparks seemingly appeared out of nowhere and vanished in a flash. Just catching one of them off a glance made his eyes burn a bit. Diverting his gaze, the young man finally asked, “What’s going on?”