Orgins of Newark: Rise of the HeavyMetal Dragon Chapter 1

Several centuries ago….

Cy

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I made my way toward the garage listening to the shit street music in the air and ignoring the two hockers down the street waving at me looking to make me a jon tonight. They didn’t see me because my hoodie was up. My body was still being formed and I couldn’t get the face right just yet. I hurried down the street.

I came to a stop and stood over Simon. He stared at nothing ignoring me.

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Simon was lost in his thoughts while his wife and two girls were praying to the ancient gods they worship for a discount blessings from their lives to be saved. They didn’t know what I did. The gods didn’t care they just watched the show and took bets on the winners and possible losers.

“Hey, Pops. Get your old ass up. We got a job to finish.” I told him.

Simon frowned at my voice and glanced up at me and he did a double take and stared at my mirrored soul eyes and newly forming solid form. My form was still glitches in and out of the elements and cityscape.

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He spat on me.

“Fuck you Brol Low. I ain’t dying just yet. I have until first light. I got time yet. Fuck off.”

I glared at him. “I’m not a death god. I’m just a kid. All you got to do is fix Malon’s damn ride. You need help. I’m here to give you a hand. So get your old ass up and stop this self pity bullshit. Here you dropped these.” I said holding out his glasses to him.

Simon stared at me. “You could help me by just snapping your fingers and doing the job for me. Your a real god or spirit then your not human I know that much. What are you?”

That was a good question but one that didn’t matter. “I’m a kid trying to help an old man save his children. You ready to get to work old man? I can’t fix that crusier on my own. Your the best mechanic in the drakes.”

Simon took his glasses and got to his feet. He put them on and studied my face. “You don’t even know what you are do you?”

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I shrugged. “It never mattered to me. Like I said before I’m a kid.. It don’t matter what I am or I happen to be. I’m here to help.”

“Why?”

I stared at him. “I don’t want you to give up. You can do the job and I want to see that asshole’s face when you have his ride fixed for him.”

Simon shook his head. “Damn. You are a kid. You got a lot to learn Young one. Come on. We wasting time.” He said and led the way toward his garage.

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Warm regards

Guardiandogg

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