Secrets of Snake Juice Revealed! Part 2

Read now Part 2 of the exciting multi-part series: Secrets of Snake Juice Revealed! (For part one, go here.)

Eliezer turned the car down a narrow mountain pass, one where the trees eased in on the right and shear cliff awaited us on the left. He navigated the treacherous dirt road masterfully while Dr. Supplies produced his cell phone and began showing me pictures.

“Human beings are largely comprised of energy,” he said. “Electrical energy zat can leave residues in zis world.”

He showed me a picture of short, blurry silhouette in an empty room. It looked like a black fur coat hanging on a low coat rack, but somehow out of focus and in focus at the same time. The doctor clicked on the cell phone and showed three more similar photos as the car sped up the side of Cerro Vidoño in a plume of dust and clay.

“At times of great emotion, attachment, or distress, we leave a greater impression on zis world — it is like a moment in time, getting shtamped onto zee earth.”

He then showed a shaky video of a poorly lit room. He held the phone to my ear, and I could discern a faint voice whispering some phrase over and over again.

“What is he saying?” I asked.

“I’m not sure,” the doctor said, looking at the video again, “but it is like a skipping record, no? The same phrase, a phrase said in utter longing or passion or hatred, permanently pressed into the fabric of the world. It maybe was a scream in its time, but comes sroo as a whisper in ours.”

“But what does that have to do with those — those–”

“Monsters?” Eliezer spoke up at last as the car eased towards an impressive home overlooking Puerto la Cruz. “They are using these trace energies as a bridge.”

“Yes, zees beings have found a way to amplify zee trace human energies and create a vehicle of sorts,” the doctor said as we climbed out of the car.

Eliezer opened the trunk, pulling out his baseball bat, his catcher’s mitt, and the oddly shaped bottle of snake juice.

“How does this all relate to snake dranks?” I asked as we approached the heavy oak doors of the residence.

“Helicoptor’s ready,” a shirtless, muscle-bound man said, bursting through the doors. “We need to go. Now.”

“Justin Smoak?!” I said, eyeing the Mariners’ first baseman incredulously. “You’re involved in all of this?”

“Who is this joker?” Smoak asked Dr. Supplies, spitting angrily as we walked inside.

“He iz already too deeply involved,” Dr. Supplies said, handing me a box of ammunition. “So now he must become uzeful.”

Smoak eyed me angrily and then walked through a nearby door. Moments later, he reentered the room with a 7.62 millimeter M60 machine gun in his veiny right arm and several belts of ammunition draped across his shoulders.

“I said we need to go now,” Smoak said, stamping towards the rear exit.

“I sink we better listen to him,” Dr. Supplies said, looking out the window. Coming up the wooded dirt road, the three men from the city — as well as four or five others — were running swiftly towards the house.

Grabbing a fistful of shells from the ammo box, I frantically began reloading my gun as we ran to the helicopter.

“Smoaker,” the pilot’s voice said over the radio as we climbed aboard the helicopter. “Who’s the new guy?”

“The doctor says we need him,” Eliezer answered, cocking his shotgun. Suddenly, the pilot turned around to look at me. I recoiled in shock to see a beautiful face peaking over golden aviator sunglasses. A strand or two of silky blonde hair poured out from beneath her helmet.

“More bait, I presume?” she said with a wry and sexy smile.

The helicopter lifted noisily off the helipad. As we eased over the residence, Dr. Supplies shook his head slowly.

“Zere goes Command Beta, my comrades.”

Below, twenty of the monsters gathered to watch the rising helicopter. Several more were jostling the building’s doors and smashing the windows.

“Aim for the ear piece!” Smoak yelled over the radio. He raised his machine gun and began firing at the gathering of monsters below. Eliezer fired several shots from his shotgun as the doctor winced and covered his ears.

Suddenly, hot shells from Justin Smoak’s gun flew onto my lap. I jumped up in surprise, only to knock myself unconscious on the storage compartment overhead.

As I faded into a heavy darkness, I could hear Eliezer’s voice over the radio say: “You really think that guy can close the portal?”

END PART 2