The Box II

The Box II
Continued unadulterated bile from the sewers of Darren Jaworski

1
"Mom I don't get it. What is it? Why is there only a key in the box? What does it go to?" The boy contains the singular face of puzzlement, ineptitude. He holds the key outward toward his mother in the kitchen.

"Dinner is in 5 minutes dear," says the mom as she stirs a pot facing away from the boy.

"What are you talking about? What key?" She turns to the boy, grabs the key and now possesses the boy's puzzled expression. "I do not know," she says with a curious eye.

"That was all that was in the box."

"I didn't buy you a box with a key in it. I bought you a brand new Unmentionable

Adventure action figure. Supposed to contain the map to hidden treasure, and the most dangerous place on earth. What a rippoff! I can't believe this!" She turns back to cooking, giving back the key to the boy. "We'll go tomorrow after work and return the sham to the store. I believe I'll have words."

"Can I keep the key?" The boy is a master of supplication.

"Why do you want it? What could you possibly do with a key, nothing to use it on?"

Thinking, the boy finally just asks again, and again.

With quandaries abound, the mother agrees.

2
The glass distorted the streaking yellow light to the west, which is running like an overly excited firefly in the distance. The man lowers the bottle, rubs his eyes, and profunctly gazes toward the evening sky. The light is bigger than an airship, however without a reference point, size is undeterminable now. The subtle movements of the source indicates a peculiarity beyond the drunkards comprehension, or sobriety. Capable of a multitude of acrobatics, and incomprehensible movement. The yellow now has become a red, which becomes a orange. Westward it appears, moving up, down any imaginable direction.

Then from behind the man, who is repositioning himself to higher ground, comes another immersion of light. Filling the valley the man is running through, the light passes a few hundred feet directly above him. It leaves a residue which falls behind it, losing vibrance as it goes to the ground. From the east, it is rapidly approaching the other source.- His vision is obscured by the top of the hill as the light flies over the crest.

The man runs up the face, eventually running over the top of the hill.

3
"Well, I'd prefer a refund sir. I bought a specific product from you, and you give me an empty box. I demand to speak to your manager." At this point the woman had been speaking for around 10 minutes.

"Miss, I am the manager, owner, and currently only worker. If you're accusing anyone of making a mistake, I take that personally. You bought a mystery box right? It should have been left unopened, thus preserving the mystery. Now I don't recall any sort of Unmentionable Action figure. You're the one who is mistaken." The man speaking is a rotund, stalky fellow. heavy at the waist. His condescending attitude is peaked by his ability to snobbishly look at the mother.

"Just give me my money back, you can have your empty box, and everyone is satisfied.--"

"No"

"I'm not satisfied, I want at least a refund of some of my money."

"No"

"What is my son going to do with an empty box?"

"I have no idea, and it isn't my problem."

"You're a waste."

"There is the door miss, have a nice day."

"I'm well on the way. I'm not ever coming into your crap store."

She exits to her son in the car. Throws the box through the back window, and gets in the driver seat. She takes off down the road.

"Stop the car, mom!" The boy screams.

To the mother's protests and attempt to lock the door, the boy climbs out and scurries toward a dumpster behind the toy shop. By the time mother gets out of the car and finds her son, he has retrieved what caught his eye. A large wooden crate with a large T on the side.

4
By the time he caught his breath, the collision had occurred roughly one hundred feet above his head. The trees scattered the light creating rays, and a brilliant effect of running through stars. He saw where the west light had fallen, beyond two trees a few yards away. It had dimmed, weakened from the events occurring previously. The man cautiously approached the fading light, walking on uncovered ground, lest not to startle the being.

Only a few feet now. He can see the ground where it lay.

The glowing light was no larger than a fist, yet was vibrant as a well fueled torch.

As he pushed aside the brush, he knelt to a knee just over the source. It moved.