Post by mrdent12 on Dec 25, 2009 0:52:07 GMT -8
A man stepped off a plane landing in Los Angeles, California. He went through customs declaring only a black leather motorcycle jacket he had bought while vacationing in Israel. He picked up his bag at the baggage claim and started walking. Every so often he would teleport ahead 20 miles when no one was looking. Night fell and he just kept walking. To him the night was just as bright as the day. He looked around some alleyways and inside some buildings through the walls to make sure no one was around and ducked inside a little hole in the wall to sleep for the night. In the morning, he woke to a dog licking his face. As if instinct, his hand quickly batted the dog away. When he finally opened his eyes he saw what he had done. A poor innocent Jack Russell Terrier was hurt by his strike. A dog that looked no older than three or four years was whimpering in the corner with a bruise on it's midsection. The man went over to the dog and held it in his arms. It was whimpering and panting quickly. As he held the dog the bruise started to heal. His face was in shock. Never in his life did he know that he could heal. He knew he could teleport, see through walls, and in the dark, but healing was something new. The dog stopped whimpering and looked at the man lovingly. "Hey you cute doggy. What is our name? Wheres your owner?", said the man as the dog just looked at him puzzled. The man got up and walked away, but the dog just followed. Eventually, the man gave in and gave the dog a little food.
For the next couple days, the man taught the dog some tricks and how to be a watch dog. The dog would sleep on the army bag when it's owner managed to find a place for the night where they both could sleep. "I will have to call you something. Dog isn't a very good name. I think I will call you Ben. My former best friend who let me down. You are all I have now Ben.", said the man as he pet the dog. The dog took to training quickly and soon the man and his dog were traveling up and down the coast doing odd jobs for food and shelter. He sped up his travel by buying a gps so that he couple teleport his way along the coast. He went to great pains to only teleport when no one could see him. He took work as a mechanic, nurse, manual laborer, whatever he could find to feed his dog and him. He found one town he really loved, Long Beach. He found a decent apartment along the beach, just big enough for Ben and him. It was a fairly simple task finding work as a mechanic at one of the smaller auto shops. He asked around town and found a Russian auto shop with a help wanted sign out.
"I am Michael Levin, I have immigrated from Russia recently and need some work. Everyone around town says you are the best Russian garage in town. I could really use the work. I have experience working as a mechanic", said Michael in Russian. He could tell the owner of the shop was a Russian Jew because of the way the owner acted.
"How can I turn a fellow Russian Jew down. We will see how it goes for a week. It you do good, I will make the hiring permanent.", joyfully said the proprietor.
Michael stayed in the city for three months. Ben was healthy and life was grand, but it was time to move on. Staying in one place for too long was dangerous. He did not want to risk forming any close friendships, so he packed up his stuff in his bag and hit the road. This pattern repeated for the next year. He stayed in no town longer than a month always using a different accent and language depending on the circumstance. He tried using the healing power to greater effectiveness, but it was all to no avail.
One day he awoke in his apartment he was subleting from an old couple in Salt Lake City to find a message on his cellphone. All it said was "They are all being killed. Run and hide. Your brother". Michael packed his bags and started heading to California. He didn't know where his travels would take him, but if he stayed on the road they would not be able to find him. His friend was starting to see the light.
For the next couple days, the man taught the dog some tricks and how to be a watch dog. The dog would sleep on the army bag when it's owner managed to find a place for the night where they both could sleep. "I will have to call you something. Dog isn't a very good name. I think I will call you Ben. My former best friend who let me down. You are all I have now Ben.", said the man as he pet the dog. The dog took to training quickly and soon the man and his dog were traveling up and down the coast doing odd jobs for food and shelter. He sped up his travel by buying a gps so that he couple teleport his way along the coast. He went to great pains to only teleport when no one could see him. He took work as a mechanic, nurse, manual laborer, whatever he could find to feed his dog and him. He found one town he really loved, Long Beach. He found a decent apartment along the beach, just big enough for Ben and him. It was a fairly simple task finding work as a mechanic at one of the smaller auto shops. He asked around town and found a Russian auto shop with a help wanted sign out.
"I am Michael Levin, I have immigrated from Russia recently and need some work. Everyone around town says you are the best Russian garage in town. I could really use the work. I have experience working as a mechanic", said Michael in Russian. He could tell the owner of the shop was a Russian Jew because of the way the owner acted.
"How can I turn a fellow Russian Jew down. We will see how it goes for a week. It you do good, I will make the hiring permanent.", joyfully said the proprietor.
Michael stayed in the city for three months. Ben was healthy and life was grand, but it was time to move on. Staying in one place for too long was dangerous. He did not want to risk forming any close friendships, so he packed up his stuff in his bag and hit the road. This pattern repeated for the next year. He stayed in no town longer than a month always using a different accent and language depending on the circumstance. He tried using the healing power to greater effectiveness, but it was all to no avail.
One day he awoke in his apartment he was subleting from an old couple in Salt Lake City to find a message on his cellphone. All it said was "They are all being killed. Run and hide. Your brother". Michael packed his bags and started heading to California. He didn't know where his travels would take him, but if he stayed on the road they would not be able to find him. His friend was starting to see the light.
