Force (short story)

There it is. Macy stares out the window of the passenger seat of a Buick Lacrosse. From afar, she could see two geometric grey objects sitting under a lonesome pear tree.

"Macy, this is the spot, right?" the man driving asked. She didn't respond, continuing her gaze outward at the gray objects. "Macy, is this the spot?... Macy! You There!?"

"Would you just shut the hell up," she shouted, inhaling her vape. "Turn and park," Macy directed the man to a patch of dirt far off from the road but near her goal.

"Yes, ma'am," the man answered. He takes out a cigarette. "You know vaping is bad for you,"

The man cracks his window and parks the car. He lights the Cigarette, inhales, then exhales.

Macy impassively glares at the man through her sumptuous sunglasses. "Oh really," she responded, turning her head, hitting her vape, and blowing smoke in his face.

"You might think I'm wrong, but if you think about it, cigarettes are healthier."

"No, you're wrong because the smell is atrocious. Now would you stop talking to me? I'm trying to think," Macy reclines her seat as far back as it could go. She falls into rumination, but before she dives deep into her psyche, the man driving obnoxiously turns up the radio. Annoyed by the man's behavior, she exits the vehicle.

Macy walks toward the field but stops before she steps on the grass. She stares at the rocks under the pear tree and cogitates the phrase "To move a rock, you need force." While in meditation, a slim, wise man appears from behind the pear tree, and a smirk grows on Macy's face. "Bo put that stinking cigarette out! We're heading over."

Macy travels across the field to meet with the man seen from afar, while Bo quickly hurries after her. They wander to the pear tree and find the man. He stands tall with swag, and if his health were wealth, he'd own a bank. He wears light blue jeans with worker boots and a tan worker jacket. On his hip is a pistol, and under his nose is a caterpillar of hair. He spits out his floss stick, opening his arms to Macy.

Macy blushes and slowly walks toward him furtively and with her head down, "How you been, baby?" the Man with swagger asked. While she journeys towards him, both her arms swing from the front of her body to the back, skipping with excitement. When she gets in arm's distance, her left hand reaches behind her back; she leans in for the hug. All the man feels is the end of a pistol on his chin.

"Macy!?" the man whined. "Now why you got to act like this?"

The man quickly pushes the pistol away from his chin, slides his head out of range, and grabs his pistol, pointing it at Bo. Promptly, Macy readjusts her aim, pointing her pistol at the man's Temple.

Bo is frantic and distressed, with his hands high in the air. "Funny thing is, I didn't know we were bringing guns," Bo satirically spoke.

"Who's the sweetheart, Macy?"

"I'm her boyfriend, buddy,"

"Boyfriend?" The man stares at Macy, perplexed. "Mace, really?" The man turns his attention back to Bo. He analyzes his lazy physique and his unkept hair, and his murky face. His clothes were nice but seemed suited for a meeting. The man turns his attention back to Macy. "Why him?"

While the man's head is turned, Bo tries to leap toward him with an ambush. The man shoots his gun, and a bullet whistles by Bo's left ear. Stricken with fear, Bo halts and falls to his knees.

"Macy, I'll kill him. Tell him to sit still,"

"Bo, sit still,"

"Yes, hunny,"

The man with swagger turns toward Macy with his face in front of the pistol's barrel. "What do you want, Macy?"

"You know what I want, Dylan. Don't play with me,"

"With a gun in my face, it's hard to think Macy,"

"How much harder do you think it would be with a bullet?"

"That'd be pretty hard to do,"

Macy pushes the barrel on his forehead. "Stop with the jokes, Dylan!" she shouted.

"Macy, you stop. We both know you won't shoot me,"

"Where is the ring, you asshole!?"

"Why'd you come back here of all places, Macy? You remember what used to happen here, don't you?"

Macy walks away and paces back and forth with her eyes on Dylan the whole time. "It's ok, Macy. You can blame me. I'm the one who recruited you, I'm the one who taught you about force."

Dylan stares at Bo, "I don't know if you know, but your woman, she's dangerous, she's not even--"

"Dylan, stop,"

"Macy, you remember, don't you? All the fights we faught behind theses rocks. Now tell me why did you come back?"

"I already told you,"

"That ring is not enough. You came back to the rocks, of all places, the place where you and I used the most force,"

"I know how much force it takes to move a rock now,"

Dylan leers at Macy with a suggestive smile when leaves from the peach tree get tossed at them from gusts of wind. "You think you know the truth, Macy? Just because you remember what Force is doesn't mean you know anything,"

"All the times we sat at those rocks, almost a millennium ago. They still haven't moved."

"Macy, you've woken up,"

Suddenly, Bo turns into a dove and flies onto Macy's shoulder. "Dylan--no--Diacrates, you tricked me. I was called home before civilization began,"

"Macy, you don't--"

"That's not my name!"

"Maoria, I'm here to guide you. Who was the one who taught you about force? Who was the one who led you to the rocks? Who was the one who told you how to move a rock? We are Angels of the Night, remember,"

The open field is now night. The stars brighten the sky. An opaque scene of a mudman army briefly surrounds them, and then, impetuously, day returns.

"I'll move the rocks for you, Maoria, because I work for and honor you. You want the truth about force, I'll lead you there,"

Decrates walks toward the rocks and uses a ring on his finger to retract light from the area into the crevices of the rocks. The light separates the rocks, and below is a portal. Decrates and Maoria stare at it together.

"Someone in your family wants you to return, I was told this day would come. Which means they need your force more than ever. Are you ready to force your way through Maoria?"

The two jump into the portal and start the inevitable journey.

The End

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