Dylan Rey and the Infinite Beings - Prologue

19 YEARS OLD

    He heard the sounds around him break into a fury of chaos. The brakes were pumping; the rubber from the tires burned into a black toxin that rose through the bottom of his dad’s SUV and singed his nostrils. He tirelessly held onto the steering wheel, but it had a mind of its own and pummeled back and forth until the vehicle flipped over. It rolled three times. He prepared himself for the impact while everything slowed down to a glacial pace as he reached the epic conclusion of his car crash. He thought for one brief moment before impact, I really fucked up.

Boom!

The SUV ended its rotations and landed on the driver’s side. A brief echo traveled across the fields that surrounded the damaged vehicle. Dylan Rey, a young man with a wild mane of hair and severely sensitive eyes, took in his surroundings. Strapped to his seat, heavily panting with a beating heart bursting through his chest, he tried to calm down and take control of his anxious mind. He noticed a repetitive clicking sound–outside the vehicle the taillight dangled from its socket swinging side to side to the rhythm of the clicks. It helped him calm down and catch his bearings. 

Dylan looked over at his side window; the ground covered every inch of the glass. He reached over to touch it but the shifting of his weight made the car move. Noticing that the car was still running, he reached over to the ignition to turn off the engine but the keys would not budge. He wiggled and wiggled but nothing happened, which made him hit the steering wheel. The car shifted again but this time the vehicle’s engine began to rumble and a small amount of smoke oozed from under the hood.

Freeing himself from his belt, he glided onto his feet because he didn’t have much time to think, and knew he needed to get out of his combustible prison. Standing on his door and looking up at the passenger door made him feel like his freedom was light-years away. He began to climb up, placing his feet onto the side of his seat and using the middle console to hoist himself up. He made it to the doorway and looked through the cracked glass. Bang. He heaved his right shoulder against the doorway but it wouldn’t budge. He tried again but again, nothing happened. The doorway was unlocked but it felt as if there were a ton of bricks sitting on it. He gathered his strength and closed his eyes.

The door busted open and out he sprung with all his might.  He pulled himself out and perched onto the edge of the doorway. Her energy fell on him and made him close his eyes. One of his mothers constantly spoke to him through a silent language that reassured him she was always by his side. He could feel her warm energy recharging his internal batteries. He looked up at her sitting in the sky and gave a brief smile.

The moon, Beth, his other mother, gazed down on him and shined her eternal lunar light onto his reddish-olive skin. He never knew her name nor had he ever spoken to her, but at times of great strife he knew that she was always with him guiding him toward her light. She spoke like many beings that were like him, never using words because energy and actions were her language and they spoke much louder.

Dylan was an Infinite Being. Born with the light of the Universe inside of him, he was also a Chosen One, a child of the moon, a person made out of the moon’s light and created to protect this world. He never knew why he was born this way or why the Universe chose him. He would spend the next few years chasing the answer to this question, but deep down the real answer was always with him; it was just covered in a heap of fog.

He opened his eyes and looked down at the ground. Looked at the moon and nodded. He leaped off the edge of the vehicle and landed on the ground in a wild bush of mangled barbwire. He scrambled out of the wire onto his feet like a jackrabbit out of hell. He flailed his body around trying to shake off the phantom feeling of barbwire on his body; to an outsider he would look like a mad woman full of hysteria. He calmed down and collapsed over his knees. He wheezed as he caught his breath and bearings. He was standing on the side of a country road in a seemingly rural area of southeast Texas. The dark night skies around him remained pitch dark. Death and disappointment were the only things he could think about; he had just rolled his father’s SUV three times into a mortal’s barbwire fence and survived with no injuries or bruises.

He looked at the heap of trouble sitting on whomever’s fence he just demolished and then at the emptiness in front of him. Darkness was standing across from him, he thought he saw it, the prophecy, the thing he was born to kill, staring back at him. His pulse quickened. He knew what it was; it came to him once when he was a child. It never spoke but he knew the darkness when it was next to him. He was never able to shake the fear or anxiety it caused him as a child. The anxiety he felt turned into anger and the fire inside of him grew immensely with rage. He could not control the eruption of pure white light pouring from his chest, hands, feet, mouth, and eyes.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” screamed Dylan. He vanished into a ball of light and silence returned to the roadway.

Nothing stirred except for two red eyes waiting in the darkness. Its eyes saw Dylan’s true power and knew from that moment forward it would consume his light. It had one purpose: to consume all the light of the Universe. It was weak these days and over time had lost much of its power. Now it only controlled the land of Texas with the power of fear. Many people had a name for it; some still do, to those who worshipped it called it “He” or “God.” It was the God of the old and a reflection of humanity’s darkness. God believed in only itself and poisoned many minds to believe in a life of singular thought, one god to rule them all.

God transformed into a shadow copy of Dylan. It had a vicious smile on its face that grew with hunger for Dylan’s power. God was trapped to this land because the rest of the world had moved on to accepting other ways of thinking. The Brotherhood of The Dragon, disciples of God, led a pilgrimage for it to regain power. They brought it to Texas and hoped to spread its teachings amongst those who would believe in God again, but until they could reach the minds of the many, it would have to be patient and wait. God was fine with this; it didn’t mind waiting, it had been waiting a long time for this moment to finally kill the light. Until then it would have to just consume more human souls and the light of the Infinite Beings to slowly keep Texas in the dark.