Chapter Three Tommy woke with a start around three in the morning. Thunder roared all around, and lightning flashed and lit up his room. He rose out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He turned on the tap and ran a washcloth under the cool water. He wiped down his face and neck to cool off and relax.  Tommy looked at himself in the mirror. For a man in his late thirties, Tommy was well built. He jokingly flexed his arms in the mirror. “Welcome to the gun show,” he quietly chuckled to himself. Tommy was thirsty, so he went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass. He went back to the bathroom and filled it with water.  Lightning flashed once more, and time stopped. Tommy was no longer in the comfort of his own apartment. In his sight was a city in flames. He quickly recognized that it was San Francisco. The Golden Gate Bridge had collapsed. The streets were littered with bodies, and the buildings were ablaze.  “What the hell,” Tommy thought, “what the hell is going on?” That was when Tommy caught a glimpse of a silhouette. It was close to fifty feet long and flying low over the streets. His immediate thought was that it might have been a helicopter or a small plane, but there’s no way that it could have been anything like that. It flew in almost complete silence; only every few moments a low rumble would resonate from whatever this flying thing was.  “If I didn’t know any better I would think that almost sounded like…” Tommy’s voice cut off when he realized the flying object was coming right at him. What the object did next terrified Tommy. From an opening in the front of it, it let loose a jet of flame over ten feet long. The flame lit everything around it into a roaring inferno. In the light of the flames, Tommy muttered a single word, “wingbeats.” In a kneejerk reaction, Tommy tried to turn and run only to realize that he couldn’t move. His feet and legs felt as though they were cemented into the ground. The flying object was upon him, and Tommy could clearly make out what it was.  “That’s impossible! Dragons never existed! They were just ancient people’s explanation for phenomena they couldn’t understand: dinosaur bones, swap gas explosions, meteor showers!” “But we did exist, and we were mighty!” a deep and ancient voice suddenly growled though Tommy’s mind, “and we will rise again!”     Tommy tried to say something, but couldn’t even mutter a squeak. The dragon was flying in place right in front of him. Tommy now could clearly make it out. It was a massive black beast with wings protruding from its shoulders. They were probably thirty feet or more from one tip to the other, and they looked very similar to the wings of a bat. Its body looked like a cross between a crocodile and dinosaur. Its massive chest was covered in large plate-like scales. Down its back lay two rows of huge bony spikes with some over a foot long. The tip of its tail resembled some sort of medieval spiked club.  To top it all off was the beast’s monstrous head. Piercing golden eyes sat deep under ridges of bone.  Hooked teeth rimmed the beast’s giant maw, and two huge horns sprouted from above its eyes. This was truly a creature from man’s most primeval of times. “I am just the first of many of my kind to finally be free to the world. We will rise to power once more, and your puny human race will be our slaves and our cattle!” at this the dragon almost seemed to chuckle. In this motion small bursts of flame reared up from its nostrils. Tommy tried to move once more, but he was still stuck right where he was. The dragon landed.  “My name is Typhon, son of Gaia and Tartarus. I am a true dragon and the first of my lineage. I want to hear you say my name before you become my dinner,” Typhon’s voice this time did not come through Tommy’s mind. Instead it came straight from the beast’s mouth. Scalding, fetid air brushed against Tommy’s face. “Speak my name!” Typhon roared,” say it!”  Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but still was unable to utter a sound. Typhon moved his head right in front of Tommy and snarled. Eight-inch-long teeth shined in the light of the flames. Typhon snapped his jaws just inches away from Tommy’s chest, and Tommy jumped.  “Speak my name Tommy! Speak it Tommy! Tommy! Tommy! Tommy!” Typhon’s voice faded into a much more familiar one as everything faded to darkness.  “Tommy!” he now realized that Victoria was shaking him by his shoulders, and he was back to standing in his bathroom. “Tommy! Are you alright?” “Yeah, I’m fine.”  “You scared me! I heard the glass break, and I came in here only to find you zoned out and staring at the mirror mumbling in Greek.” “I’m fine. What time is it?”  “Six thirty, why?” “It’s nothing. Let’s just go back to bed. I’ll clean up the glass when I wake up.” Tommy and Victoria left the bathroom, and Tommy shut off the light. The thunder rolled once more, and it sounded eerily like Typhon growling. 
Chapter Three

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Chapter three of the book I may never finish

Chapter Three Tommy woke with a start around three in the morning. Thunder roared all around, and lightning flashed and lit up his room. He rose out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He turned on the tap and ran a washcloth under the cool water. He wiped down his face and neck to cool off and relax.  Tommy looked at himself in the mirror. For a man in his late thirties, Tommy was well built. He jokingly flexed his arms in the mirror. “Welcome to the gun show,” he quietly chuckled to himself. Tommy was thirsty, so he went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass. He went back to the bathroom and filled it with water.  Lightning flashed once more, and time stopped. Tommy was no longer in the comfort of his own apartment. In his sight was a city in flames. He quickly recognized that it was San Francisco. The Golden Gate Bridge had collapsed. The streets were littered with bodies, and the buildings were ablaze.  “What the hell,” Tommy thought, “what the hell is going on?” That was when Tommy caught a glimpse of a silhouette. It was close to fifty feet long and flying low over the streets. His immediate thought was that it might have been a helicopter or a small plane, but there’s no way that it could have been anything like that. It flew in almost complete silence; only every few moments a low rumble would resonate from whatever this flying thing was.  “If I didn’t know any better I would think that almost sounded like…” Tommy’s voice cut off when he realized the flying object was coming right at him. What the object did next terrified Tommy. From an opening in the front of it, it let loose a jet of flame over ten feet long. The flame lit everything around it into a roaring inferno. In the light of the flames, Tommy muttered a single word, “wingbeats.” In a kneejerk reaction, Tommy tried to turn and run only to realize that he couldn’t move. His feet and legs felt as though they were cemented into the ground. The flying object was upon him, and Tommy could clearly make out what it was.  “That’s impossible! Dragons never existed! They were just ancient people’s explanation for phenomena they couldn’t understand: dinosaur bones, swap gas explosions, meteor showers!” “But we did exist, and we were mighty!” a deep and ancient voice suddenly growled though Tommy’s mind, “and we will rise again!”     Tommy tried to say something, but couldn’t even mutter a squeak. The dragon was flying in place right in front of him. Tommy now could clearly make it out. It was a massive black beast with wings protruding from its shoulders. They were probably thirty feet or more from one tip to the other, and they looked very similar to the wings of a bat. Its body looked like a cross between a crocodile and dinosaur. Its massive chest was covered in large plate-like scales. Down its back lay two rows of huge bony spikes with some over a foot long. The tip of its tail resembled some sort of medieval spiked club.  To top it all off was the beast’s monstrous head. Piercing golden eyes sat deep under ridges of bone.  Hooked teeth rimmed the beast’s giant maw, and two huge horns sprouted from above its eyes. This was truly a creature from man’s most primeval of times. “I am just the first of many of my kind to finally be free to the world. We will rise to power once more, and your puny human race will be our slaves and our cattle!” at this the dragon almost seemed to chuckle. In this motion small bursts of flame reared up from its nostrils. Tommy tried to move once more, but he was still stuck right where he was. The dragon landed.  “My name is Typhon, son of Gaia and Tartarus. I am a true dragon and the first of my lineage. I want to hear you say my name before you become my dinner,” Typhon’s voice this time did not come through Tommy’s mind. Instead it came straight from the beast’s mouth. Scalding, fetid air brushed against Tommy’s face. “Speak my name!” Typhon roared,” say it!”  Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but still was unable to utter a sound. Typhon moved his head right in front of Tommy and snarled. Eight-inch-long teeth shined in the light of the flames. Typhon snapped his jaws just inches away from Tommy’s chest, and Tommy jumped.  “Speak my name Tommy! Speak it Tommy! Tommy! Tommy! Tommy!” Typhon’s voice faded into a much more familiar one as everything faded to darkness.  “Tommy!” he now realized that Victoria was shaking him by his shoulders, and he was back to standing in his bathroom. “Tommy! Are you alright?” “Yeah, I’m fine.”  “You scared me! I heard the glass break, and I came in here only to find you zoned out and staring at the mirror mumbling in Greek.” “I’m fine. What time is it?”  “Six thirty, why?” “It’s nothing. Let’s just go back to bed. I’ll clean up the glass when I wake up.” Tommy and Victoria left the bathroom, and Tommy shut off the light. The thunder rolled once more, and it sounded eerily like Typhon growling. 

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