The Quarry

[Rage Menelas]

[font=Lucida Sans Unicode]As Ryan pulled the trigger a beam of warm light enveloped him. The cartridge charge didn't ignite however, the gunpowder suddenly soaked with moisture. Mesmerized by the light, Ryan dropped the weapon. It fell, hit the lip of the stone bench and then skittered across the dew-wet grass into the lake.

Now the man felt his body becoming weightless and knew his feet were coming off the ground. His mouth fell open as he rose. He looked up toward the source of the light. There was a silver-colored object of some type hovering over him. The light was emanating from it and he was being gradually drawn toward it.

He had heard a few after-death accounts before but he never imagined the light that so many of the people telling those tales saw was coming from a spacecraft. He smiled at himself. He had to be hallucinating or something. He must have shot himself in the temporal lobe and was truly mad now from the wound. Oh, well... so be it... if insanity wanted him that badly it could have him.