Dragon Continued

[Dear_Heart05]

Ok everyone, here it is! I know the title isn't very catchy, but I couldn't think of anything else.
I hope you enjoy.


November 21, 1993
Marcus Island

*The very end of Dragon*

The lips spread in a flashy smile and the voice rasped hoarsely. “Am I right in thinking you’re a waiter?”
“Yes…sir.”
“Good thing too. After a diet of moldy bologna sandwiches and coffee for the past month, I’m ready to kill for a crap louis salad and a tequila on the rocks.”
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After the shock wore off, and people started to accept what they had just witnessed, the mystery man climbed out of the large machine. As he walked forward, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
The waiter grabbed a hold of Pitt's arm. “Sir, are you alright?”
“I will be, as soon as I get a cold glass of water.”
“Sit down, I will get you one right away.” The waiter hurried off.
Sitting down, Dirk suddenly noticed all the people circled around him, whispering to one another.
“So...lovely day for a swim, isn’t it?” he said to no one in particular.
No one answered.
While this was going on, a man slipped out of the crowd and hurried off towards the hotel.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, the waiter came rushing back, glass in hand, and handed it to Dirk.
“Thank you.” he took a drink, savoring the taste. Water had never tasted so good.
A woman suddenly asked what was on everyone’s mind. “Where did you come from?”
“It’s a long story.” Dirk grinned.
“If you would please come with me, I would love to hear it.”
Everyone, including Dirk, turned to the man in the suit who had just spoken. No one had noticed the hotel manager, Mr. Rick Stevonsen, and his chief of security, Mack, slip into the crowd. Just five minutes earlier, Mack had approached him, explaining what he had just witnessed on the beach. Stevonsen was about call the local mental hospital, when he too noticed the gathering crowd. He walked over, and sure enough, there was the sea-weed covered machine and the scroungy man that came with it, just like Mack had described.
Dirk, slightly taken back, stood up and faced the man.
“Only if you feed me.” he responded.
“I think that can be arranged.” Stevonsen came back. He started to walk away.
As Dirk was turning to follow Stevonsen, he looked over at Mack, then back at Big Ben,
“You wouldn’t mind parking my ride, would you?” Then he was gone.

It gets REALLY good, I promise!

Thanks to all of you who encouraged me to write this.
*Cough, Cough* Rob, Tonym5, Gamay

[Mostly Heep]

Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I didn't realize that Clive was a blond 20 year old


Awesome start Heather

[oswalder]

Great job, Heather! And I'm really impressed with your choice of scenes.

[tonym5]

Way cool, Heather!! I can't wait for more!! This sounds intriguing and you have a touch of humor too, that's great to see. Love it!!

[gamaytrout103]

Fantastic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait for more.

[Dear_Heart05]

The second installment...Enjoy!

Earlier that day, and thousands of miles away…
Al Giordino stood silent in front of a newly placed headstone at the Washington D.C. Cemetery. Although no body was found, a stone was still constructed, requested by friends and family. The last week had left him both physically and emotionally drained. Never in his life could he have imagined having to pick out his best friends’ grave marker.

************************Dirk Eric Pitt****************************
*************************1948-1993****************************
*************A son, a friend, a man you cannot forget.******************

The emotions he’d been hiding inside for the past month were ripping at his heart. He didn’t notice the tears streaming down his face. He was beginning to face the facts. Dirk was gone, and he could do nothing about it. Just then, a sudden movement caught his eye. He spun around to find Loren Smith standing besides a tree. If anyone else looked worse that Giordino, it was Loren without a doubt. Though she looked breathtaking in a red turtle neck sweater and a black skirt, the swollen eyes and exhausted slump of the shoulders gave her away. Giordino quickly wiped away his tears, knowing that Loren needed a composed friend to comfort her, not a blubbering Italian.
Loren could see Al had been crying, and it crushed her to see him like this. She gave him a loving hug.
“It’s okay, Al. You don’t have to be strong for me.”
Al simply held her tighter.
When they released, they both stood together facing the slab of marble.
“The headstone is beautiful, Al. You and the Admiral did a wonderful job.”
“We thought it suited Dirk.”
She shook her head, “This feels like a dream. A nightmare I’m waiting for to end.”
Al looked at her. “I know, but we should move on, Loren. Dirk is gone, he wouldn’t want us to linger on the thought.” He struggled with the words.
Loren knew better. “If you truly feel that way, than why have you been spending every day this last month at Dirk’s hangar?”
He didn’t respond, she had him there. He didn’t know why he's been visiting the hangar, polishing the classic cars and keeping the dust from settling. Or maybe he did...
“Your waiting for him to come home, aren’t you, Al.” Loren took Al’s hand, tears starting to flow.
Al’s tone was determined, “I can’t get over the thought. Why should I? He’s always shown up in the past.”
Before either of them could say another word, a car drove up the road and parked a ways short. A man emerged from the driver’s seat, and came around to open the rear door. The passengers that came out were not at all what Giordino and Loren expected. Two children, about 10 years old, a boy and a girl. They were both wearing black clothes and hung their heads clear down to their chests. Also, both wore a pair of sunglasses, which looked a bit strange on their small faces. The girl wore a hat. It was clear to see they didn’t want to be recognized. Al and Loren didn’t know what to do as the children walked towards them with flowers in hand.
“They must be going to a near-by grave,” Giordino thought to himself.
But they weren’t. They stopped in front of Dirk’s headstone, placed the flowers on the ground, and simple turned to walk away.
“Wait!” Al called out. He didn’t know what else to say.
The kids stopped and turned around. This time, Al got a clearer look at their faces. His heart skipped a beat. His knees felt like rubber and he almost collapsed. “Those two faces…” he thought.
But the boy, there was something about the boy. All at once, memories from his childhood came flashing back to him, leaving Giordino completely overwhelmed. “What’s going on?” he thought.
The children gave a faint smile, and walked back to their waiting car. When the driver opened the door for them, Al noticed another passenger. A woman. She had a black cloth draped over her face, and all that could be seen were a few strands of red hair. The children climbed in, and the driver shut their door. As he was about to climb into his own seat, he took a brief moment to look around, completely avoiding the only two people in the area. Then, he simply climbed in and drove away, leaving Al and Loren alone once again.
Loren noticed Al’s uneasiness. “What the heck was that all about?”
Al was definitely troubled, but all the same at a loss. He bent down and picked up the flowers. ”Plumerias,” he muttered under his breath. Then he stood up.
“I have no idea, Loren. I have no idea.”

This post has been edited by Dear_Heart05 on Jun 2 2006, 08:08 PM

[oswalder]

The first half of that passage had me tearing up, the second half in goosebumps. A sure sign of greatness.

[tonym5]

Wow, that was obvious!! Good clues, Heather!

[Mostly Heep]

Holy s**t!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Like Erik I was almost(and I stress almost ) in tears.
Awesome writing Heather

[Foss Gly]

This is a really great read! Keep it up!!

[courtney]

Don't stop! Don't stop! I NEED more!

[gamaytrout103]

Wow!!!!!!! Amazing!!!!!!!!! Keep it up