"I told you, this won't work out!" I snapped, trying to ignore the cameras pointed at us. This had gone on for too long. We had spent almost fifteen minutes on this same subject.
"But, Jerry, please, we can make it work!" She said, still in her clingy fashion.
"No we can't" I said, throwing my hands up, which she immediately grabbed,
"Why don't you want us to work?"
I managed to extract my hand from her grip. "Why can't you move on? We are over! Stop making a scene."
"Jerry, please!"
"I swear, not another word!" I exploded. "You've been cheating on me! ANd you expect me to take you back? No, we're DONE. DONE, you hear!"
"Jerry, he didn't mean anything to me."
"You. Were. Cheating. On. Me. That is enough. Now, just go. Let me have a night alone."
"Jerry!"
"No."
"Fine then." SHe said, surprisingly. Then she pulled a knife out of god knows where and lunged.
"What the f-" I was cut off as I had to dodge. The bystanders had been caught off guard, and none of them were helping.
"What the hell, Jess? Put that thing-" I had to duck again, but she switched the direction of her knife, so it passed through my throat. As I lay, choking on my own blood, she smiled.
"Looks like you should've taken me back." She said.
The old man was running. Fleeing like the rabbit from fox. Eastmont was after him. The godlike man had already drained most of his life force. He had managed to find an odd bike, and from there, he pedaled. Pedaled for his life, pedaled like all of hell was on his heels.
"You cannot escape me!" Eastmont boomed from far away. "The towers shall take you, and you shall be mine!"
"N-never!" The old man stuttered, the fear consuming his mind giving him the strength to pedal further. But that fear clouded his view, and the next second saw him crash. Eastmont was upon him before he could get up.
"Die, mortal!" Eastmont yelled triumphantly.
"Jumping the gun, are we?" Someone asked from behind. Eastmont never saw the gun, nor heard the sound of the shot, but the old man did. He also saw the kid, no more the fifteen, standing, in battle armor, with a sword sheathed at his side and a single, smoking pistol in his hand.
"Sorry 'bout that." The kid said. "Couldn't get here fast enough.
"Thank you, oh thank you." The old man said, nearly in tears. He looked up as a shadow swept over him, and a single dragon landed behind the kid.
"We have other things to do today. Daven will want to hear of Eastmont's fall." It said.
"Of course, Vern. Goodbye, old one." The kid said, swinging easily onto the dragon's back, and onto a saddle there.
"To the sun!" The kid yelled, laughing, as the dragon took flight.
The old man watched them go, and then turned back towards town.
He had a lot of explaining to do.
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