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A. Lone

15 Oct 2010 Leave a Comment

by shoop in Allen Lone Tags: alone

The Story Of Sergeant Allen Lone

In today’s world, there is a degree of uncertainty and alienation. We all can feel alone, even in a crowd.

Allen Lone is one who deals with a self inflicted punishment. Alone.

The scars of his past effect his present and future. But Allen is a survivor, and moves forward in spite of himself even though his own name is a haunting reminder of his situation.

Allen is an ex-Vietnam vet and adjusting to society after that was very hard. Allen didn’t seem to fit in anywhere. One of the Marines best, Allen was trained to do one thing and he did it well. Defend. Defend those that cannot defend themselves. In an effort to bring sanity to this bloody conflict Sergeant A. Lone fixed his mind on defending the weak and oppressed. It was the only way he could make any sense out of being exposed to that bloody experience.

It carried over as an obsession to his civilian life and now consumes his very being. Allen goes out now at night mostly, looking for one thing. The injustice that affect every day people like you and me. Allen takes any and all opportunities he can find to take action defending those who cannot defend themselves. Allen believes it is his calling to be an instrument of justice for the oppressed of this world; it’s his ambition and intent. It’s tough to live as a defender and actually have relationships with others. Allen has tried many times and has very few that are close to him. So for the most part, Allen remains alone. Just like the name tag that hangs on his uniform alone in his closet “A. Lone” Something he never forgets.

Dimensional Shifting

It was just another lonely night for Allen as he shifted from rooftop to rooftop, alone. He griped the edge of a skyscraper as he prepared the dimensional shift over to an adjacent building. Allen had learned from the great masters this spiritual technique. By shifting to 4th and 5th dimensions he could become fine matter and literally fly.

Pushing off he went into mid air, he felt the wind rush by him and every fiber of his being lightly sifted through the air. Letting go at the right moment was the key and this he did with ease and precision.

He had practiced it many times before, in the gym at home, but tonight it was for real. Allen loses his grip on his current dimension and does a somersault in mid air landing on the rooftop of the other building. He was always amazed at how cleansing the shift could be.

Allen was near the airport. He often went there as he could observe many, as they came and went through their reality oblivious of his over view.

Allen was good at observation. Watching people and what they do was almost like a hobby to him. Paying attention to micro expressions and eye movement was almost as clear a communication as the spoken word.

Allen, you see. Did not fit into this world in a normal sense he was very shy. His life consisted mostly of many daily routines. Working his body to a rock hard finish and flying through the night alone took up most of this self-inflected sentence. Only taking glimpses of what real life for others was like. He was content to stay in the background.

Attaching his spirit to the thought of another dimensional shift, he crept to the other side of the building to see if any one was around. Slowly with quite precession, he pranced over to the edge. Allen was clothed in black and not easy to see, the shadows where his friends on this night. As he looked out over the edge he saw a couple standing together. He focused his eyes like a hawk and tuned his ears to observe with effectiveness.

The man was tall and well kept, graying with grace and strong in build. The woman was young and elegant with a wonderful smile. He watches as they kissed each other. His heart filled with the observation of love, tears swelled in his eyes as he knew love was the answer to all things.

Allen wished he could find someone to love, but alas his inner voice reminded him he was alone. He knew this as fact. As a tear rolled down his cheek he strains to hear what they are talking about. But he cannot. So in an instant he is shifted to a better location to hear. Pushing off without a sound, timing again is important. However he is a master at dimensional flying and lands without a sound on the parking garage near the man and woman.

He can hear them better now. The woman is a Princess if ever there was one he thought. Straining to hear now, tuning in to catch the sounds in his ears. Allen bends his focus to the woman saying “I love you dear”. And the man sighing with joy and telling her she is the world to him and he will love her for always.

Lone, is feeling that his heart will tear apart with this swelling of true love. To witness love he thinks is a most wonderful thing. The woman, reminds him of his love of long ago. Maybe it was her hair or her smile he was not sure but the emotions swelled up inside of him and he wept to him self. If only I did not lose my wife he thought. I would be a different man.

Long ago and very far away in another place and time, Allen was a much respected man with a lovely wife who he lost in an unfortunate turn of fate. A fate that modeled him into the warrior he is now.

The romantic couple; get into the car and drive away. The man looks up and thinks perhaps he sees some thing on the roof. But Allen senses it and moves out of site back into the shadows. The two lovers drive away into the night. Allen prepares for another shift. Flying through the air Allen wonders that perhaps he is not alone that perhaps he is protecting his heart from love. If he could only find a love like the one he just witnessed. Then it would not be A.Lone. It would be Mr and Mrs. Allen Lone. He was inspired by his own revelation, landing with a slip and a roll. Whoops. Better watch it he thought, must concentrate on my skills.

Perhaps I’m messed up psychologically if I prefer being alone to the company of a beautiful woman his inner voice spoke.

The pain of his past is so great Allen fears to get too close to anyone new. Yes, you’re quite a mess, quite a mess, his inner voice repeated. The wind blew the rest of his thoughts into the night as he ventured forth further into his therapy.

Allen wipes a tear from his eye and makes for home catching the rooftops and the wind as he flies through the air. It has been a good night to be alone he thinks. Like a bird landing on a perch Allen drops to his window and slips inside.

It Was Only A Dream

Allen woke up late shaking off a strange dream of the man and woman he had seen at the airport last night. It was a troublesome dream and he could not get it out of his head. As he rose to go make some coffee the dream kept replaying its self over and over.

The woman was so lovely he thought. That guy is a lucky man. He respected the man that he saw at the airport, in a jealous way.

Still dusty in his head he poured the coffee black and strong. The smell lingered in his nose as it swirled in his mouth and down his throat.

In the dream the woman had been in trouble and the man could not get to her in time if not for Lone she would have experienced a fate not becoming to a young woman. This bothered Allen deeply.

Sometimes at night Allen often dreamed of his dimensional shifting and flying through the air, his spins in mid flight, and his incredible landings. But the dreams last night seem like a warning. Allen’s head began to clear as the buzz of the coffee stimulated his nerve endings.

He remembered the plate number of the couple’s car at the airport last night. He picked up the phone and called his friend at the DMV. A comrade from days past, his buddy ran the plate and got the address of the car owner.

He started to think about how?

How can I warn them of my dream? It’s just a dream, they won’t believe me.

Allen shook his head in disappointment as he had a knack for the truth. His spiritual teaching had taught him how to read his dreams and how they related to the future and the past. He knew what he dreamt was going to happen.

A blessing and a curse he thought. To not know? Or to know? The latter came with much responsibility. There was a price to be paid for his observations of love.

That night Allen prepared to go out on his nightly journey. Only tonight he knew where he wanted to go. To a house down town, the address he got from his friend. The woman must be his wife he thought. “I must find a way to warn them he said to himself out loud”.

He stretched into his familiar black suit that he wore at night. It was much like his second skin. Made from a special fabric laced with Mylar fibers to reflect bullets and building hang outs… it was common for him to get hurt slamming into a building while shifting out of dimensions.

Stuff like that can happen he said to himself, as he dove out his window from his upper story brown stone building and caught the edge of the landing with his hand and pushed off into mid air… shifting into dimensional flight.

The wind rushed by him as he became apart of the air…. flowing, alone yes again A. Lone …that’s me he thought at the peak of his shift. His essence mingled with all things and staying focused on his destination was a lesson in discipline. One he learned long ago and was always thankful for.

He could smell the city below him. What a life he thought, to be free as a bird and to fly. It gave him more strength as he felt his emotions. He could feel the city and its heart beat. He synchronized his heart to the same frequency. It was all clear to him now.

All of his training is worth it he believes, and in his heart his cause is just.

Flipping in mid air he drops onto a canvas over hang then somersaults to the street. Landing as if it were only a small detail in an otherwise complicated feat of physics. Crouched he looks around, and then quickly finds the shadows.

Peering out from an alley he becomes aware of a strange smell and then a sound of someone stirring. He turns and sees a homeless bum half sleeping and drunk leaning against the wall next to him.

His face full of the lines of a life of pain darkened against the shadows. “How you holding up”? Allen asked “Huh”? “What”? “Who me”? Was about all the conversation he could muster. He merged with the old man and felt his story. It was clear his life was full of wrong turns and missed opportunity. Such is his path, he thought with a smile. Allen had a purpose tonight he had no time for community service work. “You take care of yourself my friend”; Allen whispered to the gentleman, as he sprung up the fire escape and made it to the top of the medium size building in a flash.

The blurry eye gentleman watched in disbelief as he saw the last of Lone disappear into the shadows. “I liked that guy” he murmured then pulled a drag off his bottle.

Swiftly moving across the roof tops he finally makes his way to his destination. Slowing down he becomes keenly aware of his senses. He listens to every sound. He smells every odor. He feels his emotions taking over as danger lurks nearby, he can feel it in every fiber of his being. The frequencies of the city and all those in it spoke to him at once. His vision was clear, as was his heart.

Alone again. I will do this alone was his mantra.

As he crept slowly towards the house his mind flashes back to when he was a soldier in nam. The lookout had to see everything. Private A. Lone was the best look out there was. Lone had learned to see, not only with his eyes but his heart. Tonight he was relying on some of those instincts that were embedded in his soul. Again he was thankful to creation for his being.

The dream was all too clear to him now. It was replaying in his mind once again. Then he froze…peering out of the shadows he sees him. He was a young tall kid, with a rugged appearance carrying a bag. Allen watches with all his vision.

The man lurks around cars like a shadow finding a home. Checking door handles. A thief in every sense of the word as it was obvious. He let the young man slip down the street. And then he follows. Not alone now he thought. Then Allen heard another sound a door opening in a house the thief, darts behind a parked car out of site. Allen stayed in the shadows. It was the girl from the airport.

Allen knew not her name only her husband’s name. He watched her patiently. And he kept his eye on the thief who saw her as well. She was taking out the garbage to the street. The thief started to move in closer towards her. Allen followed. She knelt down to pet the cat taking her time to enjoy the animals loving touch. Then the thief moved in very close and Allen became alarmed. His senses were on fire as the dream unfolded before his eyes.

In his dream it all happened in slow motion. But now it was happening too fast. He moved with force quickly forward from behind a parked car and his sleeve snagged on the bumper stopping him cold. This was not in the dream he thought as he struggled to remove it from the body and the fender.

The girl naive at what was lurking in the shadows had a great love for animals. Tonight however, that love detained her long enough for a thief to turn into a rapist. She heard a sound. Then felt something. It was a hand around her neck and one over her mouth.

Allen heard her muffled cry as he strained against his entanglement. The force of his forward motion had caught his sleeve tightly between the bumper of the car and the material would not tear. His emotions ran wild as he strained to pull it loose. His heart pounded as sweat ran down into his eyes. Not this he thought. Not now.

“Shit”. He said out loud. Startled, the thief heard him and started to drag the girl away into the shadows. Allen pulled his knife out and cut his garment loose. He rose and ran full speed at the thief and the girl. Suddenly, someone else comes out of the house. It was her husband. “Hey” he yells at Allen with a look of confusion as he sees Lone running towards his house. “Your wife” Allen yells back, pointing at the thief in the shadows holding his love hostage all the while closing in on the target. The thief stops dragging the woman and pulls a gun points it and yells “stay away”! The husbands already in route got there before Allen and lunged towards the thief knocking him off guard, the gun went off. Bang………….. The girl screams………..The thief loosens his grip and she breaks away and runs to her husband. He is slumped over as he falls to the ground. She screams again and the thief takes off running down the street.

The cry off love lost echoed in the night, a sound that shook the very center of creation.

He was a strong man but not many men can stop a bullet at point blank range. “No, no please no”. She wept in total agony to the man that was in her arms.

It crushed the very being of Allen’s heart. A. Lone felt more alone than ever. A dream, a warning, and yet still a tragedy. In his dream it was the girl who fell and was raped by the crook. In real life, her husband is the fallen one. Something had changed time.

Allen walks over to her. I, I tried he said. She looks up at Allen with the most beautiful eyes full of tears. Call help please he is alive! Allen ears stung with the words. Pulling out his cell phone he dials 911. “Officer down” he yells as he blurts out the address, “hurry shots fired” and hung up. He knew the cops would respond faster to one of their own than that of a civilian.

Kneeling down next to her husband he looked into his eyes. Glossy dilated. But he could see his strength. He could feel him slipping away. His spirit was ready to go, but as he shut his eyes and their spirits mingled telepathically Allen revealed to him his future and reminded him of his mission in this life. “Come on man you’re gonna make it, don’t go yet”. Allen said. The wounded soul was somewhat conscious, and mutters something like “I love my wife and sons”. “Quite, now my friend, I know you do and your job is not done yet”. Allen whispered to him. Then he heard the sound of sirens. That was his cue to leave so Allen rose up off his knees then looked at the girl and said “he’s going to be ok”. She looked up at him with deep compassion and said “thank you”.

He marveled at her beauty. Even in her tears she was lovely. Then in a quick flash A.Lone was gone. She looked down for a moment at her husband and when she looked back up Allen had disappeared.

“Who was that man”? She said to her husband in a soft disbelieving way. “A friend I think” he whispered back. “A friend my love, thank God”.

The police arrived with the ambulance and our wounded warrior was rushed off to the hospital to live yet another day. His wife was with him as always, and Allen Lone? Well he was alone. To be continued…