The Clarion Connection "Night of Horror, moment of Reflection"  

dasher121 36M
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1/25/2006 6:20 am

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The Clarion Connection "Night of Horror, moment of Reflection"

"Night of Horror, Moment of Reflection, A Hero is Born......"

.....the party clears out, a fight broke out in the corner of the dingy, dark, fraternity basement. I step out of the protection of my enclosed DJ booth. A blue and black cammo bandanna wrapped around my head, a fake metal weed leaf chain swinging from my neck, the frat boy billboard shirt about my chest, and some pimp sunglasses (i loved being and dressing like a goof ball while playing music.). I tell the remaining crowd in my loud ass in your face booming voice,

"Sorry folks, the party is over. A fight broke out and its time to leave. Besides, we ran out of beer over an hour ago, and its late. You don't have to go home, but you cant stay here," I yell loudly with a smile. A few waves are thrown back at me as the 70 something people, sweat covered from a long night of dancing, grinding, and drinking exit up the stairs to the top floor to leave.

I step back into my booth and click on the light. My girlfriend at the time was lighting up one of my blunts. She smiles at me, takes a long hard drag, and hands it to me. I take it and wink, and we begin to pack up the laptop of tunes and disconnect it from the speaker system.

"Hell of a party huh dasher?" she says exhaling out the herbs.

"Yep, sure was Skippy. Guess they liked the tunes?"

She laughs, "Hell yeah, they obviously did! We ran out of beer a long time ago and everyone was still dancing up a storm. (in a mocking voice) Oh Mr. DJ, play me a tune...hahahaha."

Just as our laughter vibes out, a loud stampeding sound comes down the stairs. Screaming and yelling as all 70something people herd down the stairs, back into the large dark basement, lit up by black lights and strobes still moving and casting beams of light in all directions. The chaos begins!

I see a group of guys, pissed off and yelling at the top of their lungs, push through the herd of scared students and corner three other characters into a side dark room with no light. I tell my girl to stay put and run out of the booth. Into the dark room I go.

I yell, "What the fuck is going on??!! Get the fuck out------" I'm hit from the side and grabbed, a large kid, one of our football stars snatches me up. He is sweating and out of breath,

"Dude! Shut up! They have guns!!!!" To my horror I glance at the characters in the corner, pacing back and forth like trapped lions. One of them reaches in his jacket, making like grabbing a gun. I knock the sports stars hand off of me and push him away. My immediate attention is now towards the innocents running circles in the next room. Fuck these assholes if they want to get shot trying to fight! These people have nothing to do with this.

I run into the next room, dash across it at warp speed, and fling open the back door.

"Everyone!!! OUT OUT OUT!!!!" They push past me in a surge, screaming and flailing. I then catch sight of my girl, out of the booth with her back to the "gun room".

My eyes widen in horror! I fly at her and push her away from the door, I can only see shadows moving about in that room but know from unfortunate experience what could go down in there. She looks into my eyes, and they tell all. She see's my fear, latches onto my right arm and begins to tremble.

I turn towards the crowd thats still in the basement and yell again, "Everyone OUT of this house right now!!!!" I glance around and look for the others of my "organization". I'm the only one down there. I hear pounding and yelling from the floor above and figure they are all fighting. Figures, I'm the only one who knew what stupidity that came from that. I would only fight to protect me and my own. And that was about to be put to the test.

From the corner of my eye, I catch a shady figure approach me with quickness. I turn to face him. He has stripped off his shirt and is now in a tight white tank top. He's only 5ft 4 at least and comes up to my chest, but the hate and hostility in his eyes make him 10ft tall!!! He steps right up in my face,

"You wanna tell me to get the fuck out you sad ass motherfucker!!!! Come on bitch, lets see what you got!!!!"

He's part of the "gun crew", the ones who started this madness. And the joy in his look is terrifying, he loves it! My girls knees weaken and she, still locked onto my right arm, begins to pull me down with her whimpering,

"dash, oh dash no......oh no no...". She is terrified. I'm not much better. I see his right arm lower with a fist, ready to hit me from "down south" as we call it. I stead my voice and lean over him to show my height, I get angry but stay calm and cool as I can.

"Get out of my face dude and get out of this house! Do something or be gone!" I angle my body to take the blow. "I wont fight back" is my only thought. My girl would get trampled and possibly hit if I move at all. So I ground my feet, bend my knees a bit, lowering myself to make his strike easier for him.

Cold steel presses to the left temple of my head, and a "Click clack" sounds from the shadow. I freeze up, I turn pale. Fear clouds every thought of mine. The little tough guy steps back from my face and smiles devilishly. I turn my head slightly and look through the corner of my eye. Its the star linebacker of the school team. Over 6ft5, 200pounds at the very least. Pissed off, drunk, the starter of all of this, personally insulted earlier and sucker punched, now with a fully loaded Glock pressed to my temple.

"You wanna be the first to die motherfucker" he says very Cooley.

His hand is dangerously steady. His eyes lit with fire. Those orbs staring into my soul, feeding from my fear. My girl faints to the floor, still with a death grip on my arm. I cant move, I wont move. She cant get hurt. She doesn't deserve to die.

I close my eyes and await my inevitable end. My life does not flash before my eyes. Only a thought, a few simple thoughts.

"So this is how its going to end, the end of my miserable existence. In a dark, stank fucking frat basement. Wearing the letters of an organization I have no respect for, of people that are fake. I'm going to die drunk and high, and Ill never know if she made it or not. Ill never be able to tell my family how important they are to me. How much I love them. My sister how proud of her I am, how she is my hero, my savior. My mother and father how their own sacrifices were worth it. How my sister and I have a much better life because of them. How they almost saved me.....almost. How much I love them."

His finger begins to squeeze the trigger back, the barrel burrows deeper into my temple. I open my eyes and turn my head to face him. The barrel is now in my left eye. All that I see is whats about to be the last thing to pass through my head.......and out the other side. But with my right eye, I stare him in his eyes. Fuck him! If he wants to kill me, than the last thing he will see is my final haunt his dreams and nightmares for eternity.

And so I wait, Karma....what an odd thing. My roommate and good friend rushes from behind him. He steps in between the player and myself, gun now jammed in the back of his head. He shoves my girl into the arms of the twins following close behind, throws me over his shoulder, and flys at the back door.

I watch as the super star shrinks in the distance. Gun now pointing at anyone that runs by him in the still ensuing chaos. Out the back door and thrown into the grass, with my savior on top of me. He looks at me angrily

"What the fuck were you doing dude??!!! You could have been killed!!! You try to help......"

I see the honest and genuine fear in his eyes. He is almost crying. I smile at him, he smiles back still laying on top of me

"Whats up dude?" he says with a still shook smile.

I smirk and grunt at the bulk of him laying on me,

"I hope thats a stolen beer can in your pocket," I say trying my best to smile.

We laugh and he helps me up. My girl is awake now and next to me......

Later that night the star player was caught, along with the 5 others that were with him. They were armed to the teeth, underage, drunk, driving, and had unlicensed firearms. He was put in the county jail for a few months and his scholarship revoked. However, the next semester he was reinstated, back on the team, school paid for, and walking the very campus I was on each day.

Thats life.

The thing that humbles me to this day? My roommate. I later learned that he escaped to the parking lot when everything went down. Not seeing me anywhere about, he rushed back in to find me. He stepped in front of a gun intended to fire upon me. He didn't think twice about it, he saved me for all that I know. Luckily no one was shot that night.

He will forever to this day be my friend, my savior, a hero born, and my brother.

Dasher121 "The Dude."

(the photo attached is of him and me.)

Efilnikufecin69 47M

1/25/2006 6:50 am

Damn that was long. You know I have a short attention span and since my cornea transplant after saintli filled the refrigerator lightbulb with gun powder, I can't read that much without my eyes cramping or crossing.

rm_saintlianna 45F
15466 posts
1/25/2006 8:44 am

I hate Clarion.

norprin5 55M

1/25/2006 9:18 am

some people's kids should have been spanked more often.

King Nor XVIII

RedheadedMedStd 34F

1/25/2006 1:04 pm

The road called life is twisted and unforseeable. Glad to see that the curve in the bend for you was your pal.

oldman1776 78M
3164 posts
1/25/2006 4:30 pm

Damn son you do lead a fun

goldinboy2 60M

1/25/2006 5:24 pm

Great story Dude What is life if its not interesting to the point of destruction. Good friends are hard to find sounds like a keeper.

carebearluv2 42F

1/25/2006 8:27 pm

Dash, I've always wondered what flashes in a person's mind before they die. My best friend has been my best friend for 26 years. I would jump in front of a bullet for her. That kind of friendship is a precious and rare thing. I am glad to see you have it and glad you are still here with your family and us, your freaky darlings.

Sorceror07 54M

1/25/2006 9:54 pm

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TheLilFondler 33F  
2576 posts
1/25/2006 10:53 pm

thats a true freind

i lost my virginity years ago.....
but i still have the box.....

jadedbabe78 106F

1/26/2006 4:51 am

Wow dash---that is quite the event. I couldn't even imagine.

You definitely have a true friend.


papyrina 51F
21133 posts
1/26/2006 5:54 am

remind me never to attend a party with you

glad to see it all turned out ok

I'm a

i'm here to stay

dasher121 36M

1/27/2006 6:19 am

So just doing one big address to all on this post. Thanks for your comments and thoughts. A tough one to write, a horrible scene to bring back up to memory for me. ALOT more craziness happened that I just couldnt write down without giving myself a nervous breakdown, but you got the gist of it.

Very luck to have gotten out of that, and even more lucky to have a friend like that. Thanks for reading as always my Freaky Darlings,

The Dude.

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