Captain David Rogers stood on the main deck of the tower; a glistening white mushroom-like structure rising out of the earth, into the sky. The sunlight beaming in through the windows that encircle the top of the tower. The steel and diamond encrusted surface reflecting light for miles. Oh, what a glorious day this would have been, had it not been for the Aroer demons gathering in hoards, blocking out the sun. Black metallic like grinning skulls, with recessed blue and red eyes, buzzing like bees, their appendages like the talons of hawks, amassing for their final assault. The remote monitors in the control room of the tower are flickering and communication signals are faint, if not gone. His friends lay 5 miles below, bleeding and broken. They left in the lift to face the enemy and fight them on the ground. They were brave men all, now nothing was left but carnage, and the sight of rats eating their flesh and gnawing on their bones!!
Mia stood next to him, laser rifle in hand, he felt sorrow for her, this after all was her first mission; at a tower base. She was so damn beautiful. She was his Communications Director and he thought maybe, just maybe, if he had met her sooner she could have been so much more to him, if not for this day! Mia screamed “here they come”! Capt. Rogers grabbed his rifle and fired upon the advancing Aroer demons. One, two, three, he takes them out, as Mia rushes to his side, her weapon ablaze from aiding in the fight, as the rest of the demons retreated to the safety of the hoard, out of range. “God, there is just too many of them” he said. He pushed the button that opened the towers windows and screamed: COME ON YOU BASTARDS!
PART ONE – to be continued………
crazy, but I’m at Radio City Music Hall tonight”. Charlie springs to his feet and rips off two lids from the trash cans. We sit on them as 50 rats run by. He yells “WINNING! WINNING! WINNING! They’re fools, they’re fools, everything begins again”!! As we throw the empty bottles of wine against the brick wall, Charlie pulls a foot long glass pipe out of his coat. Stuffing it full, he holds up a lighter to it and snap, crackle, pop. He inhales deeply and yells “THERE ARE NO ENDS ONLY BEGINNINGS!!!” This is my Que to get up and head back to the bar…Charlie leaps up and follows me to the end of the alley, were strangers appear and they yell “Yo bro, can we have some of that”. Charlie yells “you assholes better get out of our way”. Then with one swift kick to the groin, the whole action is over as the remaining two run off into the night. 
the straight gospel, no chaser 