Category: science fiction

With my recent work on the Infinatum, I have been re-familiarizing myself my stories and characters. As I did, I came across this. I had this in my WordPress draft, but forgot to post it. So here it is. If enough people like it, I’ll post the second part. Otherwise, you’ll have to wait until the entire Black Wave Event book is released… someday. 



On a quiet, dusty plateau, overlooking plains of sparse grass and desert, a boy lay flat on his back, looking up into the darkening blue sky of evening. His plain shirt and denim pants had the look of hard work, encrusted with dust, dirt and sweat. Even his face was shaded by the results of an honest day of work. But the grime also covered a black eye. Clear lines trailed down from his eyes, caused by now dried tears.

As he lay there, his gaze seemed to look beyond the deep blueness of the sky, past the few pin-points of evening stars. He had come here often to see what others couldn’t, or wouldn’t see. Sometimes he didn’t understand it himself. All he did know was that when the sun was gone, and stars spilled across the sky, with the moon and its many faces floating by, he felt a certain kind of peace that he never felt anywhere else. As if the vastness of all that he could see in the sky was just a small part of everything.

It was easy for the boy to get lost in his mental space voyages, and thus, easy to startle. He jumped when he heard footsteps approaching. But the scuffing of boots in the dirt were just as telling as the gruff, but soothing voice that spoke to him.

“Easy Son, it’s me.”

The Son sat up and turned. The red of the setting sun splashed the man in warmth. His clothes were similar to the boy’s, they had just seen many more days of hard work. His large brimmed cowboy hat looked as old as time, as did the boots. Both were leather that had been beaten and worn by use and age. His face was leathery too, it read like a map of life and experience, much of which was not good, or easy. His eyes, usually stern and hard, seemed calm and patient.

“Leave me be Pa.” The boy said, turning away, bring his knees up and laying his elbows upon them.

The Father walked over and crouched down with a quiet grunt. He put his right hand out for support and sat down to the right of his Son. He brought his knees up and rested his elbows on them, mirroring his Son. He looked off towards the setting sun, his right hand rubbing his gnarled left hand, which had always seemed like it belonged to a man twice his age.

“There are reasons ah don’t wanna go to town.” The Father said.

“Ah no.” The Son replied, anger, disappointment in his voice. “Yer afraid, o’ them two strangers.”

“Afraid? Who told ya that?”

The Son didn’t answer, afraid that what he had heard was the truth.

The Father glanced over at his Son, his mind working, remembering. His realization came quietly. He nodded his head. “The Johnson boys. The fight.”

The Son sat up straight, looking at his Father, tears welling up again. “They called you a coward! I wasn’t gonna let that stand! You fought in the war! What the hell did their father do!”

“Watch yer mouth boy!” The Father said, a flash of his toughness peeking through.

“Sorry Pa.” The Son replied, settling back.

“Do you think ah’m a coward son?”

“No.” Was the Son’s answer, but it was quiet, unsure.

“That means ya do.”

The Son wanted to reply, but couldn’t. The greatest fear of any child was seeing a parent reduced to a mere person. It weighed on him, like it had been for a while now.

For what seemed like an age, nothing was said between them. The sun slowly sank below the horizon before the Father lowered his head, as if searching for the words, or mustering up courage to speak of something he never wanted to speak of. “Did you know what ah did in the war?” The Father asked.

“You were a soldier?” The Son replied, not sure of the answer. He was never sure of any answer when it came to the war.

The Son watched his Father as he looked up, across the plains below them. He had seen humanity in his idol, but it wasn’t like before. He didn’t see the sadness, or the reflection of loss. He had heard others talking about a weight his Father had carried, but he had never seen it, until now. If this was what they talked about, it seemed like something haunting, dark, and sinister.

“Ah was a field doctor. That means ah healed people. Sometimes, ah tried to heal people in the middle of a fight.”

“Really?” The Son questioned.

The Father nodded. “Yep. Ah helped save a lotta men.” His voice caught at the thoughts and visions in his mind. He held back his sobs and looked at his Son with eyes filled with tears and nightmares. “Ah also saw a lotta good men die in terrible ways, Son. Ah’ve seen things that still haunt me, things ah’ll never forget.” He looked away from his Son, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Things ah can’t forget, no matter how hard ah try.”

The Son put his hand on his Father’s arm.

The Father put his hand on his Son’s hand. “Ah don’t know if’n you’ll understand all this–”

“Ah do Pa.” The Son interrupted. “Ma tried ta tell me.”

“Yer Ma is a strong woman. Not many woulda put up with the likes o’ me. It’s because of you an yer Ma that ah’m still here, an not off somewheres doin evil.” He said, not wanting to think about all those who had thought their lives weren’t worth living after losing a limb, or limbs, or loved ones. Some hid their fears by trying to quench their new-found thirst for blood and violence.

“These things ain’t easy ta tell, Son. Fer some, it’s harder jus ta live. Some can’t deal. Yer Ma, bless her, tried. But the things ah told her scared her.” The Father looked at his Son, seeing the strength he once had. “But since you were a young’n, you never seemed afraid, or backed down from a fight, as the Johnson boys know full well.”

The Son smiled sheepishly.

“Ah see a willfulness in you Son,” The Father continued, pride shining through, “but it ain’t hard or cruel. It comes from a need ta do what’s right, no matter the cost. I see that in you Son, an it gives me hope.” A broad smile brightened the Father’s face as he put his arm around his Son. “Ah hope I’m makin sense.”

The Son put his arm around his Father. “Ya Pa, you are.”

The Father pulled his Son to him and hugged him tight.

The Son did the same. “Ah love you Pa.”

“Ah love you Son, so much.”

When they parted, they were all smiles and full of goodness. The Father took off his well-worn hat and placed it on the Son’s head. The Son adjusted it, smiling. The Father nodded his approval. They turned their attention to the horizon, sitting with elbows resting on bent knees, as the last light of day faded to darkness.

As night finally stretched across the sky, the Father looked down again, like he did earlier, before he told of his tortured past and soul. “There’s a reason ah didn go to town Son, an it had nothin ta do wit that gunslinger.” The Father raised his head, clenching his jaw as he looked at his Son. When their eyes meet, the Son saw something even graver than his Father’s previous revelations.

“Did ya know the other man, Pa?” The Son asked, a chill coursing through him at the sight of his Father.

The Father nodded. “Do ya believe me son, when I tell ya somethin?”

“Of course Pa.” The Son replied in a whisper.

The Father looked away from his Son, towards the horizon. He took a few deep breaths before he spoke. “Them Johnson boys tell ya that stranger’s name?”

The Son nodded slowly. “Mr. Abraham. He came to Nevada askin ’bout minin’. But,” he paused, unsure if he should say more. Normally, his Father wasn’t one for idle gossip. But after what he had learned about his Father, something told him this gossip wasn’t idle. “One a tha Johnson boys, their Ma works at the hotel, they heard her tellin’ Jessica Crabtree sumthin ‘bout Mr. Abraham.” The Son stopped, unsure if he should continue.

“Tell me ya heard, Son.” The Father replied, reluctantly.

The Son leaned in close, forgetting there was no one around for miles. “She said he was a smooth talker, prob’ly from back east, maybe New York. She said he could sell dirt to tha ground. But, when he was wit tha old Navajo, Coyote, he had his self an English accent! He was supposed ta stay longer, but he got wind tha some gunslinger was lookin’ for ‘im, he packed up an left!” The Son looked at his Father, a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

The Father saw this. “I ain’t fond of gossip, son. But yer Ma has a point. It makes fer interestin’ conversation.”

The Son nodded his understanding as his uncertainty faded. But he still noticed the seriousness in his Father. “Did ya know tha Mr. Abraham fella?”

The Father nodded, his jaw clenching again, “Ya, I did. I met ‘im during tha war.”

“Really? Where? Was he a soldier you saved?”

“He was,” The Father began, his thoughts, like his words, were broken and jagged. “A soldier. But ah didn’t save him.” He let his words hand there, like an eerie haze.

After a long, puzzled pause, the Son asked. “You didn’t save him?”

The Father slowly shook his head from side to side.

“Then who saved him Pa?” The Son asked. His mind raced with what his Father was implying.

“No one.” The Father stated in a plain-as-day fashion. “He died.”

The Son looked at his Father as the world seemed more still than any other night he had spent out under the stars. No gazing into the depth of night could compare with the blackness beyond death. He didn’t want to believe what he heard, but somehow, he knew it was the truth. He swallowed a lump in his throat before asking the question he was most afraid to ask. “Then how’s he alive now?”

The Father looked at his Son with a fearsome calm. “Cause somethin’ evil brought him back.”


The Black Wave Event Copyrighted © 2016 Mark James MacKinnon.
Any use of these characters, without permission, is strictly prohibited. Any similarities to individuals, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

“We gonna teleport again?” Ann asked as she took Snap’s hand.

“No. I just want to steady you.” He replied as he pulled her off the cot. Once they were standing, the wooden floor began to lower into the ground.

“Do I get an expense account?” Ann asked.


“A new apartment? Cause, ya know, mine was kinda destroyed.”


“A new car?”


As Ann continued to inquire about potential employment perks, the wooden platform lowered them down a shaft, lit every few feet by redirected natural light. When the platform reached the bottom, there was an opening in the rock.
“Finally.” Snap murmured. He led Ann through the opening.

Ann looked everywhere, and it was still too much to take in at once. Ahead of her was a massive cavern, maybe four stories tall and just as wide, with a gradual slope downwards to her right. When she stepped into the cavern she saw, to her left, the bottom of Lacuna’s Depth. At its base was a crystal blue lake that almost seemed to glow. Above it, a large, circular chimney of rock, carved over centuries of water erosion, as tall as a fifteen-story building.

Snap lead her away from the lake, down the slope of the cavern. Soon, the cavern separated into two paths. One continued to the left, expanding further, into an enormous underground space that looked like a cross between a laboratory and a workshop for engineers, but it was the size of a football stadium. Everything in this lab/ workshop was on a gigantic scale. The tools, the work benches, the computers, the monitors, everything was huge. At the far end was a gigantic door that lead into another chamber.

Snap took her up along a path to the right. Soon, they came upon a long section of structures that looked like store fronts, offices, and entertainment areas. Extending out from these structures was a long terrace that looked more like a park, filled with plenty of greenery, tiled walk-ways, and a small viewing area at the far end. The structures and terrace followed the curved contour of the football-stadium-sized cavern and overlooked the giant lab below.

Snap and Ann headed towards the viewing area. Overlooking the area was a gigantic computer monitor that she thought was a wall. Beside it, in the viewing area, were smaller, normal-sized tables, computers, monitors, chairs, even a galley-like kitchen and vending machine.

“Why is all of that really big?” Ann asked, pointing at the gigantic work space below.

“What I have to say may be hard to believe.” Snap started.

“Really.” Ann deadpanned. “After everything that has happened today, this will be hard to believe?”
“Yes.” Snap replied. “To put it simply, there are alternate dimensions, consisting of alternate version of Earth. Yurlunger is from one of those. On his world, he was a genius. On this world, he would be considered a monster. When you were originally hired, it was for a reason.” He gestured to one of the seats in the human-sized work area. “Please, have a seat. I have other things to attend to. Yurlunger will be along momentarily. He’s meditating.” He went to leave when he added. “Whatever happens, don’t be afraid.” He nodded and headed off.

“That isn’t very comforting!” Ann yelled back. She sat back in the chair, for a split second, before dashing over to the railing and looking around at the workshop below. She wondered who, or what used such large equipment.

“Greetings Ms. Bricken.”

Ann jumped back from the railing. The voice sounded like distant thunder. She looked around, trying to see where it was coming from. “Are you Yurlunger?” She asked, realizing that she was trembling.

“I am.”

“Then how about you show yourself?” Ann asked, trying to remain calm. But she didn’t feel calm.
A large head, the size of SUV, rose above the railing. It looked like something out of Jurassic Park. It had a bluish-grey skin along the top and back of the head, while the throat looked grey or tan. Although she could see muscles flexing under its skin, it looked thick and heavy. On the top of its head was a crest with two nostrils on each side. It sloped forward, down to a large snout that housed a mouth full of long, slender comb-like teeth. The head rose about ten feet above the railing on a neck was as thick and powerful as Redwood tree that had weathered centuries of hardship.

Ann backed up more, stumbling over a chair and falling on her ass.

“Are you all right?” Yurlunger asked. His voice rumbled like an avalanche. She felt it rumble in her chest. It was powerful, old.

Ann shook her head. “Yep.” She squeaked.

“You can be honest with me, Ms. Bricken.”

“You’re a frickin’ dinosaur.” Ann whispered.

Yurlunger smiled and nodded his head. “I suppose I am.”

Ann’s fear abated. She started to smile at seeing him smile. She giggled, feeling like a little girl. “You’re a dinosaur!”

“And you are looking for employment, are you not?” Yurlunger asked, gazing upon her with knowing eyes.

Ann got to her feet, nodding. “Yeah.”

“Good.” Yurlunger replied. He turned away, and his head lowered to the same level as the railing.

Ann raced to the railing and looked down. He had been standing on his hind legs to reach that height. Regardless, he was still huge. She tried to remember the movies, documentaries, and pictures she had seen of the kind of dinosaur he was. The only name that came to mind was ‘Long neck’, but she did know his species was one of the largest of its kind. He had the longer front legs, as she remembered, but his seemed slender, more articulate. But the feet still looked like tree trunks, with thick, stubby toes. His hind legs were much thicker, and incredibly powerful. His tail looked much short than her memory could conjure, and almost as thick as his hind legs. Although his body structure looked like she thought it would, there was something different about it, reminding her more of a person, someone who walked on two legs instead of four.

She watched him as he lumbered towards a large rack that held what looked like a metal tree with branches, and two metal rings with numerous robotic arms and hands extending from the other side. When he was close enough, he reared up on his hind legs and placed his front feet into the metal rings. The moment his feet made contact, the rings lit up and came to life. They flexed around his feet, becoming his hands.

He turned around and backed up against the metal tree. Once he was close enough, the limbs of the metal tree reached around him, as if strengthening his back. The bottom of the tree wrapped tightly around his tail, creating what looked like a third leg, giving him enough support for his massive weight. He turned back towards Ann, a tripedal sauropod with robotic arms and hands attached to his front feet.

Ann watched as he turned towards a large computer console and activated the gigantic computer monitor overlooking the viewing area. Although he was something that, mere hours ago, she would have thought was unreal and impossible, she realized the meaning of what Snap had told her. She imagined that someone like him, having the genius to create Snap, this underground home, and the devices he used, must have faced incredible hardship to reach this point in his life. It hit her, like a slap to the face, that maybe that was what he saw in her. They had both faced hardships, had their ups and downs, yet they were still here.

“Ms. Bricken?” Yurlunger asked.

She jumped, pulled out of her thoughts. She noticed the images on Yurlunger’s gigantic screen were the same being displayed on the smaller monitors in the human-sized sitting area. “Ya boss?” She replied as she walked over the monitors in the sitting area, and plopped herself down.


Ann took another sip of her beer before continuing. “He laid out the real purpose behind Brach Consulting, which consisted of helping high-tech companies, scientists, organizations, and governments deal with the criminal elements within and without. But instead of being all shadowy and stuff, he needed a face, namely me. I work as a liaison with the clients he helps, as well as a liaison with those he wants to stop. It can be a nasty job, but I got so much kick-ass training, I’m like Hit-Girl all grown up. And whatever I can’t handle, my back-up–“

“Ann!” Kara interrupted, a look of incredulous disbelief on her face. “You expect us to believe all this?”

Ann sat back. “It’s the truth. “

“I’m sorry, but this is bullshit.” Kara chortled, the booze giving her liquid courage to say what she would usually save for social media. “You have been watching too much of Big Bang Theory I think! This sounds like some geek’s superhero-slash-spy fantasy! Has your life gotten so shitty that you need to make up all this? I mean c’mon! If you’d stuck with something more realistic, we might have let it slide.”

Ann glanced over at Jillian, who couldn’t look her in the eyes.

“But you’ve always done this. Made up things to make yourself feel better, to be special, the center of attention.”

“Sorry for horning in on your racket, Kara.” Ann said, a smirk on her lips as she finished her beer.

“Oh shit.” Jillian whispered as she got to her feet.

“My racket!” Kara said, her anger boiling over. She pushed herself back from the table and got to her feet.

One of the well-dressed men from the nearby table put a hand on Kara and Jillian’s shoulder. “Ladies, I think you should leave.”

“Who the hell are you?” Kara yelled. “Get your hands offa me!”

The rest of the men at the nearby table got to their feet and drew automatic weapons from their suit jackets. Two of the five men at the table shot their weapons into the ceiling. The loud rip of sub-machine fire silenced the restaurant. Afterwards, there was screaming and crying.

The well-dressed man behind Kara and Jillian forced them to sit down.

Ann looked at his face and saw the hints of a scar across his face. An image flashed before her eyes. She remembered the day those gunmen attacked her in the office. One of them was slashed across his face by Jack. She smiled. “You found me.”

The scarred man leaned over Kara and Jillian, squeezing their shoulder, making them grimace in pain. “No. We found these two. It took a while, but eventually, we found you. Now that we have you–“

“You don’t have me.” Ann interrupted. She kicked back her chair into one of the men behind her, and pushed down on her side of the table.

The other side of the table flew up, missing Kara and Jillian, but slamming into the scarred man. His head snapped back, followed by an arc of blood.

Ann spun around, back, to her right, the beer bottle in her right hand. She smashed it across the face of another man that charged her, followed by a front kick from her left leg. The man collided with another man trying to move in on her.

One of the armed men aimed at Ann and fired.

Already off balance, she fell backwards, the bullets sailing over her chest and striking one of the other men, knocking him backwards onto the floor.

Ann tried to get to her feet, but was pinned by the sixth man working for the scarred man.

Beams of light flashed out in a circular pattern behind the sixth man. He was then yanked off Ann. The sixth man glanced over his shoulder to see Jack lifting him above his head with one arm. With similar ease, Jack tossed him across the restaurant. He crashed into the far wall before hitting the floor unconscious.

Jack grabbed Ann’s hand and hauled her to her feet. “See, no kinves! Ah can so be civilized!”

“Fine! I owe you a case of beer. Where’s Snap?” Ann asked as her attackers regrouped.

“Makin’ everyone chunder!” Jack replied, laughing.

Near the front of the restaurant, Snap appeared in a flash of light. In his closed hand, he held a bunch of marble-sized devices. When he opened his hand, all the devices, save one, zoomed out of his hand, attaching themselves to Kara, Jillian, the restaurant workers and patrons. When the remaining device flashed blue, beams of light exploded out of his chest, one for every device. Less than a second later, the restaurant was empty, save for Ann, Jack, and their attackers.
Jack and Ann nodded and tore into the men that remained. A few minutes later, they walked out the front door victorious. In the street, all the people Snap teleported were recovering from varying levels of nausea.

Snap approached Ann and Jack. “I have alerted the A.S.I.S. of this incident. I have also downloaded the information we have gathered on these men and their employers. It should be sufficient evidence to lock them away for one hundred and twenty two years.”

Ann nodded as her eyes fell upon Kara and Jillian. They looked at her, stunned by what they saw and learned. “We better go before the locals arrive.”

As Jack and Ann moved closer to Snap, beams of light engulfed them and they vanished.


Ann sat by the edge of the crystal blue lake at the bottom of Lacuna’s Depth, her legs submerged in the cool, refreshing water.

“You are troubled.” Yurlunger’s deep voice resounded throughout the cavern.

Ann remembered when his voice startled her. Now, it was soothing. “Meh.” She replied.

The waters rippled as Yurlunger rose from the lake. He walked past her, barely making a noise, onto shore. “I am a quick learner. Your response means that you are.”

Ann smirked. “Just surprised, I guess, and disappointed.”

“Your friends saw only who you were. They could not see who you had become.”

“Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?” Ann asked. When he didn’t respond right away, she looked up at him.

He looked up, avoiding her gaze. “Perhaps.” He finally answered.

“Protecting your investment, right, I gotcha.” Ann nodded.

“No!” Yurlunger replied. He looked down upon her, surprised. “I was protecting my friend.”

“Oh.” Ann murmured, feeling embarrassed, and comforted.

“I only hope that the life you have now is a good one.”

Ann sprung to her feet. “Are you kidding? This is the best job I’ve ever had! The pay is phenomenal, the perks are generous, the health benefits are top-drawer, and the vacations are all-inclusive!” She walked up to Yurlunger and patted his tree-trunk-like leg. “Plus, my boss is the coolest.” She looked up at him with a warm smile.

Yurlunger looked down and shared her smile.

“Can I get a ride now?” Ann asked.

Yurlunger sighed. “No.” and started to lumber down the slope towards his workshop.

“C’mon!” Ann pleaded.


“You’re huge! You wouldn’t even know I was there!”

“I would know you are there.”

“Well, yeah, you would know I was there, but in the tactile sense of the knowing–“

“For the two hundredth and forty-second time, no.”

“How about if I… clean your workshop!”

“How about completing your own paperwork, instead of getting Snap to do it.”

Ann stopped walking. “You knew about that?” She sighed. “Crap.”


Tales from the Infinatum: The Job Copyrighted © 2013 Mark James MacKinnon.
Any use of these characters, without permission, is strictly prohibited. Any similarities to individuals, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Chapter TK

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