Drake and the Cane Corso
~A street in the New World.~
"Wooo, damn!!!"
Drake exclaimed, adding an "i" between "a" and "m", while enunciating the word, "damn", like a four years old struggling to put up with the phonetic brouhaha.
He was standing in a street of what should had been the real world. The street was marbled and there were golden streetlights at intervals, lining up the edges of the street.
He couldn't keep his eyes on the huge rows of grocery stores and malls to his left and right. There was no order to the manner at which people went in and came out. He saw a boy run out of the store with a doll in his hand. For a few seconds, the boy was pursued by some random kids, but they let him go.
Drake heard the repeated honking of cars and unusual noise from behind him. Enthusiasm got a best of him and he turned.
"What an Express road."
He swallowed as he watched different brands of exotic cars he had never seen in his life drove by. Even the logo of the cars were now simple. Cars used "an eye", "a finger" to represent what they stood for. A car that just zoomed past had the middle finger as its logo, lapping off the trunk, off the track of the taillight.
Then his eyes caught a fancy. The traffic light showed green, but a guy who was carried away by his tab almost walked into the road. And when he crossed a white line which had two standing posts by its left and right, next to the road... There came out a thick iron pipe decked with sharp edges and thorns. The iron pipe rolled out of a hole in one of the posts and stabbed the guy who violated the rule in both his thighs. But instead of blood, Drake saw green liquid spurting from the victim's thighs.
"Holy shit."
Drake gasped, watching the man fall. The pole with thorns kept rolling on and off him till he was crushed into mashed but distorted mounds. He tried to throw his face away but then the red light came on and the pedestrians could cross; the thick poles rolled back to their places.
And like he was watching a movie, Drake watched the supposedly dead man's waste blink three times and vanished from sight. His eyes bulged,
"No way!"
But then suddenly, the same man he'd seen crushed to death was seen again standing on the white line, about the cross road.
"The fuck, bruh."
Drake thrusted one of his arms forward to further amplify his confusion. For real, he had no idea what was happening.
Scarcely was he out of those bothering thoughts when he noticed most of the people who'd just crossed the road staring awkwardly at him.
"Why are these creeps looking at me?"
He muttered to himself. He looked to his side and most of the people walking past him off the railings to his left and right kept their eyes on him too. He was literally in the middle of the street.
Then he noticed that they were looking down his body.
"Why are they making me feel like I'm in an alien world?"
He was beginning to feel awkward and started staring down his own body in the direction of their eyes,
"Can they see through my skin, that I have red blood in my veins and not green like a --"
He screamed suddenly, as his eyes hovered over the down part of his body,
"Fucking hell!!!"
He tried to cover the baggy boxer shorts he was wearing.
"How the hell am I wearing this now? Wasn't I wearing a good cloth back on earth?"
He turned away and began to hurry down the street as people began to make fun of him. Then suddenly, something popped into his head,
"Oh, shit. That forest."
He cussed.
Since he didn't know anybody there, he kept on walking down the street and took a turn into another street. He wanted to walk away from the urban shit. Since he was the weirdo wearing a t-shirt and a baggy boxer shot.
As he hurried down the new street with his head occasionally tucked in, he caught a glimpse of a man who dug his finger in his nape and then vanished instantly. Drake's eyes widened.
After walking for several minutes, he halted and looked to his back. This street was less busy and there was hardly anyone in sight.
"Thank goodness. Those arses!"
He sighed.
"Who should I beg to give me a new pant. I have no one here. But people talk to each other here. I've seen people kiss."
He looked around but found no one. Then something occured to him. He began to play one of his fingers around his nape and neck for some while. Frustrated because of futility he groaned,
"But this was what he touched. If I vanish from here, it'll help with things. I won't have to feel awk--"
He paused as a realization dawned at him, his eyes racing in his sockets,
"Wait, but where will that take me to? What if it's a Lion's den Or a wolves' pack?"
He shook his head softly.
"No, I won't do what I'll regret."
He exhaled deeply,
"But where do I go from --"
"Go away from me. Stop following me."
Drake was distracted by coarse male voice. He turned to see where the voice came from. At first 'twas hard to figure out since there were like three pair of people that fit that context up ahead of him.
But then he saw a man stop, turning to a dog following him,
"Go away you creepy dog. I don't want you. Go... go..."
Drake watched the man remove his footwear and tried to chase the dog away. The dog pretended to run away but resumed following the man again.
"What a heartless chipmunk."
Drake gritted his teeth at the unpleasant view.
"How could he even do that to a dog? That white, neat, well-kept, beautiful dog."
He thought for a while then muttered,
"Should I go to the dog? It might --"
The dog looked back and his heart almost bursted out of his chest.
"Oh... hell!"
He looked away too quickly, now side-looking the giant Cane Corso with an enormous jaw. The dog looked away and kept trailing the man.
"Oh... shit. That was close."
Drake panted, breathing heavily as he touched his palm to his chest. He knew he should refrain, yet he kept following both the dog and the man.
He should look for his mother and Chloe, but ask him, did he even remember why he was in the Video game system? Misplaced priority!
His enthusiasm and curiosity had beaten him to the extent that he was now close to both the man and the dog than expected.
"Stop following! You'll creep my daughter out! You're too big to be a pet. My daughter is just four."
And Drake, for no reason interrupted, he was few steps away from the dog,
"Just say you're heatless, man. How could you be so rude to this dog? This cute dog. Even if you can't keep the dog near your daughter, confine him or her for a while till you've earn the trust."
The man snapped,
"And who the hell is this baggy devil?! It doesn't even matter who you are, if you care so much for the dog, take her with you."
Drake took two steps forward, boastfully declaring,
"Of course, I will. I'm already in love with her."
The man sneered,
"In love?! Creep."
He shook his head and began to walk away as Drake made advances towards the dog.
"Come here girl."
He could tell that the eyes of the dog was turning red, and a deep growl was building in the depth of her throttle, yet he kept on advancing.
"Easy girl, I'm here to hel--- Fuck shit!"
He fell and stood up immediately, as the dog started to chase him.
"Calm down, lady... calm!"
He occasionally looked back at the dog as he took a quick turn in a set of arranged poles. He kept on running as the dog growled and was almost on him.
"Fucking shit."
He gulped as he almost tripped. He knew if he didn't act quickly, he was never going to evade the claws of that Corso.
Fortunately, he caught a sight of a pole with a ring hanging down from its peak. Since he felt light on everything he was wearing, he did a quick jump and grabbed the ring of the pole. His frame was now hanging down from the pole.
But the relentless dog won't go away. It started jumping to catch him.
"Please go away. I won't help you anymore."
He pleaded but the dog jumped again and almost grabbed the tip of his big boxer short.
"Shit."
He retrieved his frame and curled himself up from the reach of the dog. And while he thought that he got everything figured out,
"Come on now, asshole."
He gloated at the angry bitch. But then, he heard a faint crack and jangling up ahead of him, the ring knotted to the pole was beginning to undo and would fall anytime from that moment,
"Please, no no. No, please."
But neither was the ring attentive nor the dog moved. The dog now sat down, staring up at him, like a mother awaiting an obstinate child to trip.
And then the bolt kept on loosing and loosing till the ring lost its grip and dropped.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
Drake screamed as he fell and fell till he dropped on the hardened lawn of that spot.
And when he thought the dog would had a best of him, he heard a whistle from distance. And at the whistle, the dog left him and ran away.
He rolled to his side, groaning, and saw that same man cracking up really hard as the dog ran towards him. The man must had whistled at the dog.
"Bastard."
Drake cussed, even though he knew that that word was far from any antonym affiliated with 'gratitude'.
He tried to sit up.
"You poor little boy. You must be hurting."
He heard the small voice from behind him and sat up. 'Twas a five years old little girl with a wrapped plastic of milk.
"Take this."
She reached the plastic to him with her little hand. He collected it without thinking and gulped heavily. He was famished. He burped and muttered,
"Thank you, but where's your mom?"
She replied in a small voice,
"My mom is dead. But I have a goodnews for you."
"Dead, a goodnews?"
Drake struggled to choose which of the words to kowtow with. She shook her head,
"I'm your mom."
His face broke into a wild laugh at that as he looked at the girl from her head to her toe.
"Indeed."
He teased.
"Why wouldn't you be, you already gave me a wrapped plastic of milk. Isn't that what mothers do?"
She shook her head and said in a small voice,
"When you come to your senses, I'll be around."
The girl turned and began to walk away.
"Hey, little rat, you've not been taught to respect your --"
He quit bickering as soon as he noticed a blue light beeping at her nape. He called,
"Hey, what's that light. I saw it somewhere else earlier."
The girl halted, then turned to him,
"Mine is for decoration since I'm dead in the real world. But you can touch yours now, it must have appeared."
"Mine?"
Drake quizzed, trying to stand up as well putting his finger to the back of his neck to figure out the truth.
"Oh..."
The flesh of his finger burnt slightly when it touched the blue light on his nape, and slowly, he began to feel his body wane out,
"What's happening to me, I feel like I wanna throw u---"
The words followed him through the gloom... and now, he was back in his duplex.