The Great Blowout

That was the last thought he had control of. He felt like he was dreaming, he even knew he was, but he couldn’t do anything to snap himself out of it.

In his rearview mirror he noticed something moving, and gaining speed on the shitbox. As it came closer he saw it was a large exotic creature, like an elk or something. The beast was galloping hard, swinging its antlers in a terrified frenzy. He could see the breath come out of its nostrils in quick, nervous spurts. Behind the elk was a woman on horseback. She was apparently chasing the beast, and doing a good job of it. He could see that the gap was closing between the two.

As they approached the car from the rear and he could see the woman more clearly, Billy grew both terrified and aroused at the same time. The woman appeared to be about eight feet tall, and the steed she was riding was a mammoth. She was wearing a golden breastplate, gold embroidered riding boots, and not much else. Her long golden hair flowed behind her as she rode. Despite her huge size, the woman was not awkward. She rode the horse gracefully and powerfully. All of her proportions were flawless; she was both athletic and beautiful.

By the time the woman caught up with the elk, the pair was running parallel with the shitbox. The woman side-straddled her horse and clung to it with her powerful legs as she reached out with her arm towards the elk. Billy marveled at the determination and concentration on her face as her hand closed in on the beast. Once she was in range, the woman lashed out with a quick snap of her wrist. She snatched the beast up off the ground by the antlers and in the same instant broke its neck with the twisting, uplifting motion.

As she straightened up on her horse and lifted her prey with her, the woman directed her gaze at Billy. Billy felt a sense of utter, irrational fear well up inside of him and consume him, like he was trapped inside of a nightmare. It was her eyes. She had blue eyes of fire that penetrated directly into his mind, filling him with dread. The woman opened her mouth slowly and screamed something at him, but he couldn’t make out the words. He wasn’t even sure if it was English, or any language for that matter. He couldn’t make it out over all the other noise. He heard the sound of an angry woman’s voice, the dying scream of the elk, the motor of the shitbox, and the hoofs of the horse pounding on the earth. The sounds wrapped themselves around each other in what began as a soft hush. Then it was all amplified together, growing louder and louder until Billy’s brain was screaming with pain.