Date: Sat, 11 Jul 2015 16:11:32 -0400
From: J
Subject: Doctor Who, Jesse and Jeremy 150

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Jeremy, Doctor Who, and Jesse 150

The Hard Rider of Death part 4

He rode the mini bike down some four steps, almost blissfully. The alien
motorcyclist rode down steps in front of him. "Who's chasing who? How'd you
do that????"  Jeremy fell off his bike as it tipped over. He turned his
body around, on his back. The alien was there and had already pointed both
hands at him!

Jeremy noticed the helmet hanging, uselessly, from a hook on the mini
bike. He couldn't believe the helmet didn't fall off. He snatched it up and
flung it at the thing's arms and the arms moved sideways, firing some kind
of energy. Jeremy upped himself and ran as fast as he could.

He ran past bushes and tall Christmas trees and a signpost. A couple he ran
past were in the path of the pursuing motorcycle. He pushed them both to
one side and faced the bike itself as it tore down three steps to the new
path at him. He dodged it but knew he could not keep doing that forever.

The man stood up, "Maniac!"

"Stay down!"  Jeremy ran to him and pushed him down and ran away from the
man and wife. The motorcycle chased him and ripped the sign post down,
crashing into it. The signpost hardly slowed it down.

Jeremy ran to the other side of the road. He saw a huge crowd of people,
probably a tour group, many looked Hispanic, and of all ages and
sizes. They were on the adjacent road to the Rosary Walk. Jeremy stopped
and looked around. He couldn't go that way. The motorcycle was already
revving and heaving its way at him, the monster angrier than ever and
grunting its lack of success to the air.

Jeremy flung himself toward the other side of the road and to a small path
that he saw earlier. He knew it led to the parking lot. There wasn't much
cover there but most of the tourists and staff here were in the forward
parking lot. The one he had parked the Brig's jeep in was practically empty
and almost certainly had less people there.

He ran for the opening from the small path. In pursuit, the motorcycle
tangled into a mix of dirt, rocks, and greenery. It skidded and hit into a
thick but short tree. Jeremy didn't look back. He ran and ran through the
first parking lot, his feet hitting cement. He headed straight for a huge,
obviously placed and planted tree that was standing where cement blocks
were built around it. There were some bushes and overgrowth, even with the
cement, forcing their way up and out to grace the base of the tree. He
panted as he ran to it and turned himself around to face the motorcycle
monster that was even now rushing at him. He tried to hide behind the tree,
putting his hands against it. He peeked out from the spot behind the
tree. "This was a mistake!"

The creature came the tree and didn't stop. It didn't hesitate either. It
put its left arm out and drove an electric swath through the tree,
sparking, causing the tree to alight. Jeremy yelled and jumped back but
turned and ran. He saw another opening ahead and recognized it as one he
passed before: the Stations of the Cross. As the tree fell and burned, the
motorcycle rounded it, long ways. This gave Jeremy time to reach the path
and he kept running.


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Station One: the Garden

He ran past the statue of Jesus praying at Gethsemane. As he ran at full
speed, his one passing thought was that whoever did this did a really good
job of representing the scene. The area looked just like the one Jesus was
actually in and the statue of Jesus was also a very good facsimile.


Station Two: Condemned by Others

Jeremy ran up a hill which also made it tough for the motorcycle, which was
just behind him. "Oh no!"  He saw a bunch of people in his way. It was the
five people he had seen from before. "GET OUT OF THE WAY! GET OUT OF MY
WAY!!!"

Two older men, an old woman, a middle aged woman, and a little girl. They
were, except for one of the older men, dressed for summer. The other man
was in a suit jacket and full suit. The little girl picked up a rock and
threw it at Jeremy. It headed straight for his nose. He saw it coming and
was able to move his head to the side but was nicked in the left side of
his upper head. A small trickle of blood dripped down his forehead. He
shook it off. As he ran past them, the man dressed in the summer outfit
tried to grab him but he dodged him. Jeremy thought he looked Asian but the
others didn't.

The woman picked up a tree branch from the black paved path and swung it at
him. Jeremy was already gone. "GET OUT OF ITS WAY! IT'LL KILL YOU ALL!"  He
called back to them.

The older woman spat him and moved to sit on the bench which was situated
to the side of the path.

The woman took the little girl to the bench and the two men followed. The
older woman was already there.

"What sinners!"  The man in the suit said.

As they sat on the bench, the motorcycle roared past. They had heard it
before they saw it.

"What a disgrace! Playing their games here!"


Station Three: Jesus Carries the Cross

As Jeremy passed station three, he stopped because he heard the sound of
the cycle change. He thought the monster had stopped to kill the five
people. As he turned to look, his body turning fully, he saw the
motorcycle, human shaped form sitting astride. It seemed to contemplate
him. Jeremy turned and ran anyway. There was no sense to him waiting around
for it to start up again.

The thing rode up to a tree and the thick bark. It carved it up and the
tree began to fall. Jeremy looked back. The path at this point had no way
to turn, to get out of the way of the falling tree. To his left were huge
trees that were just shorter than the one falling at him. They would offer
no protection against the falling giant log.

He heard the splintered wood cracking in all directions. The slight summer
breeze hit Jeremy's face. To his right were bramble bushes, so close
together that he'd never get through them and they were sharp and could cut
him up. He knew he had to outrun the tree, at least to the part of the path
that spread out some more. Once he reached there, he could rush to the
right side as the tree seemed to be falling to the right.

The tree missed him by inches but it had sprouted smaller branches that
graced his head and brushed against him. His head had some of the bramble
that was caught up on the tree ages ago. He tried to fling it off
himself. The truth was another branch on the tree, which stuck out
horizontally when it fell, struck him on the back, across and on top of his
shoulders.  He went down to one knee, lost one Aqua Marine sneaker...and as
he had no socks on, his right foot was bare. "That's it! I'm done for!"  He
shook his head and pushed off the branch, putting his hands against it as
it slid down his back, ripping his brown shirt, almost in half, and
scratching his back. He knew he was bleeding but also knew it wasn't that
bad. Still, he was stunned by being hit by something, even something that
wasn't as heavy as the tree. He was bleeding slightly from his head and
slightly on his back and was running out of breath. He ran ahead and the
hill turned downward and to the left a bit. He managed to get his personal
crown of thrones off his head and this time, he succeeded.

As he ran ahead, he saw a tall man with bright blond hair but his heart
sank as he realized there were some three dozen children and teenagers with
the man. He thought he knew the man, who seemed to be about 25 years old
and HOT.

Jeremy gasped for air but his tired muscles wanted more and more. He made
them move by sheer force of will. How long could he run for?

At Station Four: Jesus Is Denied By Peter

"ADAM LEIGH!!!! IT IS YOU! HELP ME!!!"  The big 6 foot seven blond looked
up and saw the motorcycle monster trying to maneuver around the fallen
tree. Jesse, Jeremy, the Doctor, and the Master. How they liked their death
defying adventures and their monsters. He'd normally jump in with both
feet.  "But..."

"Adam! Do something! It...it's going to kill me!"  Jeremy gestured. His
ripped shirt swirled around him, showing bare skin, hot sweaty muscle and
solid eight pack of abs. Adam's eyes went to Jeremy's vee.

Adam shook his head and shook off the thrill of Jeremy and the adventure.
"No, no, I can't! I have all these children, Jeremy! I can't!"  Adam
ushered the smaller children away while a few stragglers were confused as
what to do. They teetered between staying and watching the action and
running for this lives.

"GO ON THEN, RUN! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"  Jeremy screamed as the he heard the
roar of the motorcycle. It sounded as if he turned his head, he'd find the
thing right behind him.

"Look! I'm SORRY!"  Adam yelled as he picked two children up in each arm
and turned and ran. "The rest of you follow me!"

Jeremy looked around for sanctuary. To his immediate left he heard a cry. A
little girl was about four feet away from him. She couldn't have been more
than four years old. She was holding her face and crying, rubbing
tears. Jeremy went wide eyed. It was like a zoom in on a camera as he saw
the motorcycle heading straight for her, a laugh seemingly echoed from the
borrowed mangled lips. "ADAM!"

Adam stopped, two kids under each arm. Another familiar male was closer to
him and shocked. And yelling. "Adam! That's Jeremy! We have to help him!"

"KEEP BACK FROM HIM!"  Adam yelled at the second young man, who was about
22 years old now, still with long curly brown hair. Joey was from 1930s
Depression Era America.

"Joey!"  Jeremy leapt to the girl, scooped her up, and flung her, all in
what seemed to be one motion. "GO LONG! CATCH!"

"NOOOO!"  Joey did as Jeremy said and managed to catch the four year old.

Joey turned to look at Jeremy, over crying baby girl face. Jeremy winked at
him. He nodded to Adam, who nodded back and both young allies, turned and
ran.

"KEEP RUNNING, DON'T STOP!"  Jeremy whispered to himself, "This is my cross
to bear."

Having saved the girl put Jeremy right in the path of the motorcycle and
the star monster humanoid flesh absorbing thing. It bore down on him
fast. Jeremy waited for the last possible second and cart wheeled to his
right, off the path. The motorcycle seemed to want to stop but skidded
ahead. Jeremy caught himself and ran past it ahead to the next station.

Station Five: Jesus Carries the Cross

Jeremy heaved the cross off the back of the statue and put it on his back
as he ran past the station toward the next...He could hear the motorcycle
humming in recovery and renew its chase of him as he tore out, losing his
other sneaker in the process...


Station Six: Jesus Falls for the First Time

As he passed this station and lost his sneaker, just moments before, Jeremy
fell, and the cross facsimile, heavier than he thought it would be. He
turned and swung it at the rider atop the motorcycle. The cross hit it and
actually managed to knock it off the cycle. Jeremy went wide eyed. He
didn't expect that. The thing didn't either. Something was changed about
it. He was about to run when he saw a man and his wife, both not looking,
cross the path, their backs to the motorcycle monster AND a huge bush and
signpost of the station blocking the view of the motorcycle. They were 79
years old and probably couldn't hear the roar of the engine or maybe they
heard it but heard it low---as if it were miles away. They put themselves,
inadvertently, between the motorcycle and him. Not a good place to be,
Jeremy thought.

It screeched right at them, threatening to go through them. He looked at
his hands. He still had the cross in them. He ran at the thing and passed
the 79 year old couple, he a tall ex-smoker pumping away on an E cigarette,
white hair and a semi plump belly. She was much shorter and had dyed red
hair. Conservative clothes on both. Yelling like a madman caught their
attention. They turned to see him and reacted accordingly. Then, they saw
this blond tall half naked madman swat the giant cross in his hands at the
monster and it fell off the cycle. The man tried to pull his wife out of
the way but it was clear to them that they could not get out of the way in
time...until this blond hero did what he did. The bike fell. The thing
reached for it and crawled at it and then stood up. The couple out of the
way...this gave Jeremy time to run to...

Station Seven: Jesus Meets His Mother

This made him think about his own mom. "Mom. Know that I love you!"  He ran
toward station seven where he saw a women loom up in front of him.


Station Seven: Veronica wipes the face of Jesus "Son, what's going on?"
She blocked him.

"Let me go past. I've got to get away from him."

"Is someone bothering you?"  She took a handkerchief from her pocket and
wiped his face.

His eyes darted to the cute white doggy at her feet. "Get out of
here. It'll kill you and your cute, little dog, too."

He heard the sound just behind him again, his major head start, lost. He
dare not turn around but he grabbed the woman and shoved her hard to his
own left. She screamed but as she fell sideways, losing her the grip of her
right hand on the dog leash. She fell out of the way of the motorcycle,
which rushed at full speed at Jeremy's back, a right arm reaching for him.

Jeremy threw himself to the right of it and it missed him again. He stood
up, better at recovering, even if exhausted from the chase.  "What'sa
matter? You're losing your touch?"

He noticed some men, women, and teenagers helping the other woman up and
one girl gathered her dog up in youthful arms. As the motorcycle stopped
and turned, a knight ready to lance attack Jeremy, a man, about 45 Jeremy
guessed, ran at it. He called out to the man, who was in a flowery Hawaiian
summer button down and equally summery pink shorts and white long socks (?)
and white sneakers. The man had bushy black hair. "NO! DON'T!!!"  Jeremy
ran at the man and jutted one arm and hand out, trying to wave the man off.

The monster man on the motorcycle moaned loudly and moved his arms
sideways, unnaturally, at the oncoming man. The heat energy hit the man and
turned him into a skeletal form, incinerating his flesh but also yanking it
through the energy at the monster man, who used it to build his own body
up. The flesh hit the jacket which opened to a rib cage and a messy, dead
looking heart beneath which beat with fading but controlled star
energy. Jeremy put his hands on the back of his head and pulled at his own
hair. "NOOOOOOOOO!"  He went to his knees.

Another man, older and Hispanic, possibly a straggler from the tour group,
ran toward the thing. He had little hair on his head but uttered something
in Spanish as he ran at the demon monster. Jeremy thought it was some kind
of prayer against demons and he could have sworn he heard the name,
"Jesucristo!" and this new attacker was killed in the same fashion as the
first one. This time Jeremy saw the man turned into a bloody version of
what he once was before the energy struck him.

"STAY AWAY!"  Jeremy screamed and ran past the motorcycle monster. Members
of the group listened this time and some family members of the victims
cried. One girl buried her head in the fluff of the dog she held.




Station Eight: Jesus Falls for the Second Time

Realizing that two men had died defending him, Jeremy let loose a
bloodcurdling cry that felled him in front of this station. He fell and
pitched forward, landed on his hands and knees, propped up by both. It
looked like he readied to do some kind of strange push up exercise. He
wondered if he should just let it catch him. Maybe no more lives would be
lost. A cry of guilt escaped his throat. "God, no more!"  Something hit him
and he had renewed energy. He drew himself up and ran to the next
station...

Station Nine: Jesus Meets the Women of Jerusalem and Falls for the Third
Time

Three women, one young, one middle aged, and one very old stood off a bench
as he ran past them and fell again. They all stood to help him up and
indeed, they did help him. He was breathing heavily and gasping. The young
one said, "Dude, sit down...you need rest..."

"What are you doing?"  The middle aged one said, "Son, you must sit down."

Jeremy pleaded but at this point, he could hardly talk. His breath was
shallow and it was hard to get his body air. The motorcycle beast was upon
them.  He shoved all three of them, one hand on the young one's chest and
one hand on the other two's shoulders where they stood next to each
other...and shoved them back onto the bench. "Thank you
for...helping...thank you..."  He turned and ran and the thing rode past
them.

Station Ten: Jesus Falls and is Stripped of His Garments.  It was here
Jeremy fell forward and didn't catch himself. He was on his belly and as he
rose, pushing himself up on his hands and legs, the thing's right hand
ripped the rest of his shirt off his back. He yelled as it tore off him and
he fell backward, this time rolling. If he was going to die, he thought,
he'd like to see it coming. The beastly bike turned again and rode at him
again. He started to catch his breath, huffing less and less and the
burning in his lungs subsided. But his nose was filled with burnt flesh and
the smell of Sulphur. It threatened to burn as it went inside his
nostrils. On the next pass by, for it was riding up and down the path,
torturing him, it tore off his shorts from his legs, the waist line ripping
down the sides of his legs, the front of his abdomen and the lower back
from behind.

Jeremy knew what it wanted. He had always known. "Rape. Rape me. I've been
raped before..."




He was totally naked now as he waited. It passed his head so he flung
himself up as fast as he could and ran to...


Station Eleven: atop a huge double set of stairs, guarded by thin black
handrails was the modeling of Jesus at the Crucifixion.

There were new sightseers up the many levels of steps that led to the
statues of Jesus and the two criminals on the crosses. If he ran all the
way up to them, the thing might kill them.

He thought fast. Running up the steps and those handrails would make it
difficult for the thing to turn around. It would have to go all the way up
the steps to the crosses, turn around, and come back down after him. Jeremy
ran up those steps. All the way to the top. He stopped, looked at the
statue of Jesus and whispered a quick prayer. He turned around and
waited. He stared at the face of death. It rode on a motorcycle, grunted in
evil tones, and drove straight at him. He had to wait until the right
moment or the thing would just come up the other side. When the motorcycle
reached the rails, Jeremy made his move. He dashed down the other side,
dangling in the wind.

He ran and heard the monster snarl in anger and frustration. He didn't dare
stop to turn around and look at it but he had to see if this ploy gave him
some time. He only meant for a quick turn and peek. What he saw made his
blood run cold and made him stop and stare far longer than he should have
or planned to.





The monster astride the motorcycle turned it and raced right through the
handrail. The black metal of the rail bent and spilt as if it were not even
there. The machine, monster on its back, went on through it and came at him
again. Jeremy's eyes widened as wide as they could. He turned and ran for
his life, naked.

Ahead was where he started, the tomb. And the path was blocked by scores of
people. Some of them were sure to die if he continued that way. Later, he
would realize he saw the old man, Professor Welcher, among them. Which
would make sense as Adam Leigh and Joey lived with the Professor while Adam
attended medical school. It being 2008, Adam was still in school and Joey
was only about four years younger, probably in high school or just starting
college himself. Regardless, he knew he had to save all these people, even
if it meant him getting killed or...or worse.

Jeremy looked to the sides of the path. The left side had thick trees, too
thick for him to pass between them as they were packed together.  He knew
his fate was sealed. To the right were bramble bushes that he could almost
get through and thick greenery. He'd stay away from the bramble as much as
he could. That way, though, ended in a large shed house, seemingly very old
but kept up and beyond that, a silvery, iron wire fence, that looked as if
it stepped out of the 1970s. It, too, was well kept up and painted. Beyond
that, he thought he saw a clifftop and water below, peacefully churning in
the summer sun. His bare feet made it through the grass that was thick and
almost up to his knees. Bushes were to either side and he had to swat at
them to get through. His hands became bloody.

The alien star monster drove the dead motorcycle gang member's bike through
the growth, passing by bushes, small trees, and thicket alike. It then let
the bike fall from under it as it launched its stolen body parts up into
the air. It dove at Jeremy, who took one look back. It was a mistake to
look back. He stumbled forward again and landed on his front, his face
hitting some thick grass and branch. He wished it had knocked him out.

The thing, as it flew through the air, shed its own leather attired. It was
aiming to land right on Jeremy!


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