Adventure Story, 1st draft

* this is late coming up here, but i peer reviewed it as a hard copy. I don't like the story anymore, so this is unfinished and the next "draft" is going to be a completely different story.

Ned Godfrie drove up to the iron gate of his client’s house. He rolled down his window to address the metal security box by the gate. “I’m Dr. Godfrie, I’m here to see Mr. Frasier.” “COME RIGHT IN!”, the box screamed back at him. It seemed to Ned that the hearing impaired must be getting hired more these days. He drove up to the house, a dark fading Victorian mansion above a road heading nowhere. He had read stories of Mr. Frasier’s insanity; how he was now a crumbling old man. He parked his car in front of the mansion, and went up and knocked on the door. A servant greeted him and let him in. It was your standard millionaire affair; exotic rugs and furniture, taxidermist animals, portraits galore. A young woman came down the stairs and abruptly gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Oh doctor, thanks goodness you’re here,” she cried “It’s getting worse by the hour, he keeps making more and more outrageous demands, and I don’t think I can take it any more.” This was his third wife, from what he read in the tabloids; she was a Brazilian model he had met while on vacation from publishing his latest book. A wife for each two decades. Godfrie ascended the stairs and then headed into Frasier’s wing of the mansion. He soon beheld the strangeness present.

Frasier was playing chopped up fragments from Beethoven pieces all while mumbling to himself. His area lay a mess; most of his clothes lay scattered around, except his socks, which were neatly folded. Busts were covered with a clown wig and red nose, while his bed was made in reverse: pillows on bottom, sheets and mattress on top. God soon stepped into this room of craziness. “Mr. Frasier?” he asked. Frasier saw Godfrie and came rushing at him. “Ah, the Chinese delivery boy. Did you get all the order?” Godfrie stared for a moment, but soon played along. “No sir, seems like there was a fire at our kitchen and it burned all the dumplings.” “Oh too bad,” remarked Frasier, “dumplings are a very important part of any burger combo.” Frasier knew now was the time to begin examining. “Um, Mr. Frasier. Care to sit down while he wait?” he offered. Frasier complied and sat down in his big den chair, all while twiddling his thumbs. Godfire went through the standard psychological examination: did you marry your mother, what dreams have you lately, etc. But modern psychology could not present the answers needed or so he thought. He was forced to resort to something else: hypnosis. Soon he had Frasier in a deep sleep. Finally he could breath peacefully. Suddenly floating above where Frasier sat was a evil spirit. It had a wicked grin on its face with all of its teeth showing. It gushed over, grabbed Godfrie and pulled him into Frasier’s head. Darkness surrounded him, until he saw that he was falling from the sky; which he responded to by flapping his arms about, screaming like a little girl. When he came to, he felt soft grass on his cheek and noticed he was still alive. He had no idea where he was, but it absolutely hill. The hill he was on looked onward to a peacefully village, and a sky split in time. He caught sight on something in the corner of his eye, a raccoon was standing next to him. It was staring at him with bulging eyes of joy and a smile laid across its face. “The Hero has finally come!” it screamed, as it ran down the hill. Godfrie looked dumbfounded as he pondered what exactly happened, and where the hell was he. Soon he felt the ground shake as many more raccoons came running at him, a child’s nightmare of cartoonish proportion. They surrounded him, boxing him as they giggled wildly with excitement. All this was stopped when a voice boomed out “Enough! Let me see him.” A bearded raccoon dressed in robes stepped forward and examined Godfrie. “Did he fall out from the sky right here?” he questioned the raccoon. The raccoon just shook his head rapidly. A smile came to the elder raccoon, as he beckoned the other raccoons to bring Godfire down. Godfrie was soon in the raccoon village, where he was praised and told of the ancient prophesies held in this land. It is told when darkness first came to the land, a great hero came and vanquished it all away and the world was at peace. He descended up to the sky, seeing all was good. “Since you came from the sky yourself,” explained the elder raccoon “you are the next Great Hero who will save us from the darkness of Lord Borval.” Godfrie just thought about the absurdity of this whole situation, and all he could muster up was a “Damn.” The raccoons prepared him for his great journey by giving him some supplies; food, armor that was left from the first human here in the area, a map of the land, and the great sword of their kind which belonged to their founder, Kitso. Also they sent Godfrie with one of their chosen villagers; TJ, a young raccoon who looked extremely fragile, yet willing. The raccoons waved goodbye as they sent off into the forest. Godfrie noticed something about the raccoon they didn’t tell: they were shape shifters as TJ turned into a swallow as they journeyed into the forest. As they walked further into the forest, they heard the echoes of laughter from elves hidden within.