Out of the Frying Pan……..And into the Fire
Brody decided to take his favorite lady friend out to dinner and a movie to celebrate his release from bondage. Tonight would be his last night in the seaside community of Sunset Valley, and he was more than ready to escape. The evening was even better than he anticipated. He enjoyed the company of a beautiful woman while dining at the most renowned bistro in the area. Next they watched an adrenaline pumping thriller at the movie theater. Brody almost felt intoxicated from the rush of adrenaline and the smell of his date’s seductive perfume. When they exited the theater, the smell of smoke permeated their nostrils and pulled him out of the state of euphoria he had slipped into. Something was on fire. As the limo headed in the direction of Brody’s house, they could see an orange glow on the horizon. When the car turned onto Brody’s street the reality of what Brody was secretly fearing became evident. It was his house.
The whole structure was engulfed in flames, including his vehicles. He quickly ordered the limo driver to take his date home. The car raced off behind him while Brody watched the fire ravage his home. He felt the flames of his obsession slowly die out. He knew then, that he’d never experience freedom again. His dreams will never come to fruition. Brody felt defeated. He slowly turned away from the smoldering shell of what was his future to seek refuge in the sea.
After what seemed like a lifetime, he reluctantly resurfaced from within his sea of sorrow to catch a glimpse of Diablo. He too had been watching the spectacle. He was wearing an evil smirk and his face was filled with vengeance. Diablo approached Brody with a confident swagger.
“Mr. Slater, I will no longer be in need of your services,” the evil man barked.
“Oh and by the way, I’m terribly sorry about your misfortune, hahaha….but I’m sure you’ll be happy to know that all wasn’t lost in the fire. The money and loot you had stashed in the house was saved from the inferno and I’ll be putting it to good use,” Diablo gloated.
While Brody was out, Diablo had sent in his goons to ransack his abode. They made off with all of his valuables, including his simoleon stash, then set his house ablaze.
Brody knew better than to tangle with Diablo, so he sluggishly turned back to his smoldering house.
Diablo swiftly spun on his heel and disappeared into the smokey darkness.
“Where am I going to sleep tonight,” he mumbled to himself. “I’m sure my tent was disintegrated.”
Brody inched forward, straining to see if he could see into the backyard. Maybe the shed survived the inferno.
“Whoa! If my shed and tent survived, maybe the stash of simoleons I stuffed into my tent roll would have survived too,” he whispered under his breath.
A flicker of hope sparked inside Brody’s soul. He ambled his way through the debris until he reached the back yard. That flicker of hope was quickly extinguished when he caught a glimpse of the torched shed.
“Ugh, I can’t catch a break!”
By now Brody was mentally and physically drained. All he could think about was sleep.
“I guess I’ll be sleeping on a park bench tonight,” he mumbled, conceding to his inevitable fate.
He stumbled through the shadows of the torched back yard trying to get to the street ahead. He saw a bright light shining ahead of him and used it to keep his bearings to get out of the mass of pitch black soot. When he reached his destination, he realized there was someone standing under the very street lamp he used as a beacon to guide his way.
Probably another curious neighbor, he thought to himself. The man under the light spotted him and to his surprise, walked over to him.
“Hi, I’m Joshua,” the light man said.
“Hey brah, I’m Brody,” he replied.
“After the fire engine pulled away, I spotted this.” Joshua announced as he handed a mass of tangled fabric and metal rods to Brody.
“Whoa! My tent!” Brody exclaimed.
Apparently Diablo’s goons had dropped it while they were fleeing his burning house. Looks like they took the tent out of the bag and filled it with stuff from his house, along with the cash that was hidden in the tent. Oh well, at least he had his tent.
“Thanks dude! I really appreciate you giving this to me man, and not running off with it. That‘s totally cool of you brah.”
“I’d never take something that didn’t belong to me Brody. It was only right for me to find the proper owner.” Joshua responded.
When Brody finally lifted his head, he saw that Joshua was already half way down the block.
“Bye Joshua! Thanks again!” Brody yelled.
Joshua turned and gave Brody a nod and a quick wave, then continued on his path.
“Well, Brody….back at square one,” he thought to himself. Brody took his tent down to the beach area, which was only a few yards from his torched house and set up camp. It was going to be a long night.