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The Day When: Chapter Two, "Jason and the Word"
Current mood:  adventurous
Category: Writing and Poetry
Just say it...
...
...come on, say it!! Why the hell can't I...
"Jason..."
"..."
"Jason, what the hell man? Go!"
Blinking, he stared up from his paper, catching the view of the
carpeted walls around him. Soundproof, no one other than Morten could
be speaking through the speakers in the booth. The red "Live" button
went off, executive faces deliberating madly in the booth as Jason
finally came to his senses, wondering why, of all times, he had to have
that dream. Right then.
Life went on, and for Jason, at this moment, it wasn't going well.
Storming in came Jason's new agent, a burly 5'8 russian woman with a
business suit, clipboard, glasses and a cold attitude so sharp that it
could have shaven the poorly groomed stubble straight off his face.
Instead of speaking directly, she pulled at his wrist with a motherly
instinct that nearly had him shocked before he realized who was pulling
him. Yanking away, he ceased their progression with a frown and a
poised stance.
"You're my agent, Mosha, not my nanny, and..."
"That's funny," she interrupted, eyes flattening with a sincerity that
could make a ginsu seem dull, "I thought I was dealing with a real
boy, not a sheepish little pig that freezes up everytime they turn the
microphone on. You act like hundreds of millions of dollars aren't just
sitting beyond that fucking door. Do you know how long it's going to
take to convince those two men to sit back down in this room?!" she
questioned harshly, pulling him up by the collar.
She's so hot when she's angry.
"And
get that look off of your face; I won't have any of it," she ended,
storming out of the booth without question, or contest, her four-inch
business heels clacking painfully as she exited the room.
With
the levels down, the producers and executives left the main room,
leaving Jason to stand in limbo and wait for word. All of his dreams
stood outside of the walls, floating freely beyond his control, and
Jason was only left with his voice, worn khaki pants with a patched
collared shirt and a microphone probably worth tens of thousands of
dollars, if not more. If they walked in confident and only slightly
shaken, he'd probably get the all clear and nail it on his first try.
That, or they wouldn't come in at all and the technician would turn the
lights off and leave Jason to wonder what might have been.
The end? Beginning?
However, in the silence of the wait, Jason was left to his thoughts and
the dream that he thought was a symptom of insomnia would become more
than just a nuisance to his career. It would come to life.
In more ways than one. | | |
| A thought hit me mid-air as the plane shifted awkwardly down and to the
right: I couldn't die. I was already dead, so the crash wouldn't kill
Fairly or me so even with all of the people screaming, alarms going off
and oxygen masks dangling like ugly fingers from the roof, I found a
piece of calm.
Fairly latched herself on to the side of an empty seat while I was
still bouncing around and trying to gain my footing. Another immediate
bump of the plane had me in the air again, my eyes now seeing the
hyperventilating Mark and his daughter. I couldn't believe what I was
seeing.
Lacey was still asleep, headphones secured against her long, dirty
blonde hair. Even when the plane dipped down she merely adjusted her
sleeping position, eyes frowning up upon being disturbed from her
dream. Teenagers.
The reality hit me then. Fairly and I would live, but the two people we just met weren't going to. What a great time to stop believing in coincidence
I thought, finally grabbing the back of a seat over another man who sat
in first class, pulling myself back to be next to Mark.
"I'm not going to ask you if you're okay; you look like..." "Thank you,
Josh. Really, don't make dying this hard." Mark retorted, trying to
secure the oxygen mask around Lacey as she slept. "You're not going to
wake her?" I asked, watching him finally pull the strap tight over her
mouth. "Why wake her when she could die in her sleep." Mark said
solemnly, forcing back the emotions that seemed ready to rush forward.
His body ebbed a soft blue and yellow, and I knew exactly what was
going through his mind.
"Look, I know you're ready to just give up and meet your wife, but dying is not
that easy." I said, stopping myself to taste the irony. "Look," I
started, the people in the back now screaming loudly, some singing and
praying at the top of their lungs and others just wailing madly. I
started screaming the words out. "I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU TWO DIE,
OKAY?!" "WHAT?!" Mark answered, me just shaking my head as I climbed
back over to Fairly.
"WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?" I yelled over to her, watching a stewardess
slide up the aisle, skirt now flipped up by her chest. "I DON'T KNOW,
YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE LEADER!" she yelled back, eyes changing from
one emotion to another, making me unable to stare too long at her face.
"ME?! SINCE WHEN HAVE I BEEN THE LEADER?!" I protested, watching the
same lady try to climb back up the downward tilting plane. Turbulence
hit again, sending the front of the plane upward, the flight attendant
falling forward out of first class.
"YOU'VE BEEN THE LEADER! JUST
BECAUSE YOU CAN'T ACCEPT IT DOESN'T MEAN IT ISN'T TRUE! LOOK AT US!" she
yelled, making me take a second to understand what she meant.
I'd saved Fairly from just being another spirit waiting for the whole
"End of Days" and gave her a mission. Purpose. Even with just meeting
Mark I'd somehow found a connection and a plan for him as well. The
thought of having the fate of people in my hands put a fear in me so
deep that the calm that I had gained was now shattered. I've gotta save everyone.
With the new tilt of the plane I was forced to walk along the side of
the seats towards the cockpit, dodging the flailing arms of first class
patrons. Each seat felt shaky with the person on it tossing back and
forth, only worsening the new fear I had within. Once to the door, I
moved to pull it open, stopping my hand short when I noticed something
that made the press every panic button inside of me.
Black tendrils curled from all ends of the door, like a thick fog with
a presence more evil than anything I'd felt. Even looking at them gave
this feeling of depression within me, and I fought it as hard as I
could, moving back some. My head tilted back, seeing Fairly now next to
Mark and an awake Lacey. I could see the slight look of panic and
disbelief in her face as she looked at her father, and before I could
look away...
The door blasted open, sending me flying back in the aisle.
On my back, I scrambled up and saw what seemed to be the pilot, a tall
angular man in an all white suit with a hat on. His eyes were vacant,
pupils so small that the sight made me even more frightened. The evil
pulsing from this man was so great that I had to move myself away from
his advance, inching my way back between the seats. He was standing
completely straight on the tilted plane, body defying the laws of
gravity and I immediately understood what I was seeing.
I knew what I had to do.
"FAIRLY..." I yelled, her moving over to be by my side, eyes never
leaving the pilot as she spoke. "YES JOSH?" "MAKE SURE THEY MAKE IT TO
THE CEMETERY. I'LL MEET YOU THERE." I said, determinedly rising off of
the ground to my feet, arms stabilizing me. Taking one last look at the
group, I noticed Lacey had been looking at me, young eyes seemingly
full of something which I likened to a good feeling. Hope.
I concentrated, bringing every bit of energy I could into my arms when
the armor that I hadn't summoned before flashed brightly onto me. The
pilot, upon noticing my change, started to run after me, too late to
stop my entire transformation. "See you guys." I mumbled, jumping
forward with my right hand already cocked back, the captain unable to
jump back in time.
SMASH!
The blow connected to the man's forehead, sending the beastly evil out
of him through the floor of the plane. I fell through too, plummeting
deep through the sky, staring at my opponent with surety running
through my veins. I thought I was going to have to wait until hitting
the bottom of the ocean to start this fight.
Then again, when was I ever right?
(Next, Chapter Nineteen: Knight vs. Darc) | | |
| "The exit rows are clearly marked in the front, middle and rear of the plane. If you would open your manuals..."
Fairly
sat uncomfortably next to me, wishing she could truly feel the plush
exterior of the larger than life, black leather seats, or be able to
lean back in the chair and boss around a stewardess for drinks she
would only sip on twice before letting them become stagnant. Nothing ever was what it should have seemed, but the fact
that we weren't alive probably had the most to do with our discomfort.
Lacey
sat on the far end, skipping through her music player lackadaisically as
her father stretched back in the chair, slightly smiling at the
amenities I'd come through with. "A cocktail sir?" "Club soda with
lime... ooh wait! Two limes and a cherry on the side please? Thank you
so much." Mark said politely, adjusting his pants as he finally looked
toward the both of us, seeing the disbelief on our faces.
"You finally get a chance to taste steak in the front, laugh at the poor people in the back, have any drink you could imagine and you get club soda with two limes and a cherry?"
I said, nearly laughing at the thought. Mark wiped away invisible
specks off of his pants again, sitting awkwardly in the seat as if to
speak incognito to two people that weren't there. His hand covered the
top of his mouth.
"I stopped drinking when my wife died." He
said plainly, looking around at the storage areas above and the
windows. Upon my raised eyebrow to his anxious movements, he lifted his
hand up slowly, taking a quick look around to spot on-lookers. "I hate
flying. Hate flying, hate driving, really hate boat rides... I'm not a traveling kind of person." "So why the hell would you be in Lisbon?
Sounds like without the other modes of transportation you're teleporting everywhere." Fairly said, chuckling at the thought.
"My
wife was an archaeologist and had some account here in the city. I have
the box in my suitcase; the inside contains some things she dug up
while in South America, Egypt and other sites. Arlene always..." Mark
stopped, catching himself before he became emotional. "Look," I
started, leaning forward in my seat as he rubbed his chest "You don't
have to tell me anything that's going to make you that uncomfortable,
really. Fact is, it's your business and doesn't matter in the current
circumstances."
"Here is your drink sure, be sure to buckle up,
take off is only a few minutes off." The stewardess added, sitting down
the square beverage napkin under the tall glass, dropping the fruit
aside the drink. "Thank you kindly." Mark replied, setting a five in
her hand before picking up fruit to drop it in. Once she was out of
sight, he lifted his left hand to cover his mouth, right hand squeezing
the lime and dropping in the cherry. "Can we wait until we're in the
air to talk about this, I don't know if my stomach is going to make
it." he pleaded, picking up the drink quickly to swallow the contents
in a matter of moments.
Letting all of the power leave my body,
I closed my eyes, trying to imagine weightlessness. Being dead and
flying I thought would have been synonymous, but I apparently wasn't
worthy of wings or a halo. Opening my left eye, I noticed Fairly who
happened to be staring at me, and I rolled my eye, closing it back up
before the sound of the jets deafened everything.
___________________________________________
Once
at cruising altitude I looked over at the sleeping Lacey, realizing
that Mark had risen up, probably to go to the restroom. Her long brown
hair was indented by the over sized headphones that blocked out all
forms of communication. "You think she can see us?" Fairly asked,
looking over at her as well. I shook my head, looking down at the seat
below to make sure I wasn't making an impression. "I doubt it. I think
she would have said something if..."
Mark came back, sitting
back down with a newspaper that he propped up on the table in front of
him, covering most of the views of his face from the front. Fairly and
I were both silent as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small
locket attached to a fairly thin chain. Opening it, he showed us a
picture that included him, his daughter Lacey, and another woman. She
stood in the middle, slightly smirking at the two that leaned in to
kiss her with faced scrounged up. It was an unbearably cute picture.
"She
was always in the middle. Arlene was always the mold that held the
family together. I was always out on business and my daughter had a
life of her own, but she managed to bring us all together for dinner,
holidays, and movies. It wasn't until she died that I realized how much
I had dropped the ball in being a father. I can barely speak to my
daughter now, and I feel like everything I've tried to do..." Mark
paused, watching the flight attendants walking by with beverages and
snacks for the poor folks in be back.
"That's well and all,
Mark, but what does that have to do with your..." "Ability? I honestly
don't know." He looked over at his daughter, making sure she was unable
to hear, and leaned in to whisper to the both of us, eyes frowning with
thought. "It didn't happen immediately. She had been dead for a month
when I went to the grave, without Lacey to just sit there. I..." Mark
bit his lip, leaning down with an anger and sadness that was so
familiar that it made me move back unconsciously. "I hated her. She
left me when I needed her. All of Arlene's promises to have more
children, to see the world with me without having to sit in the back of
a van with dusty artifacts... It was taken from me, and I hated her.
I'd been cursing at her grave, so loud that you thought I would've
awaken the dead."
"Did you?" Fairly asked, me looking back at
her in surprise that she was so into his story. "Something like that.
There was a girl, probably thirteen in age, that walked up to me
silently and looked at the grave. I tried telling her to go away, but
she insisted on staying, and so I let her, grieving over her tombstone.
Every time from then on, for the next few months, she came and kept me
company, sitting on her knees with sad, comforting eyes."
"About
a month ago, I'd came to the cemetery after work, doing my ritual of
setting the flowers out and staring at the locket. The same little girl
walked up to me, and actually spoke! She pointed out her tombstone and
explained her death, and I was well... I didn't believe her at all. It
wasn't until a few days later I went online to see her obituary with
her face on it that I felt the horror sink in." Mark sipped on the
melted remnants of his drink and Fairly leaned over me, trying to make
her point heard.
"Were you able to speak to her? Arlene, I
mean?" she asked, slightly jumping when Mark lifted his head quickly to
answer. "Oh, if I could have spoken to her I'd have cussed her out,
hugged her, kissed her, yelled at her...anything! No, apparently
whatever happened with me cursed me with the ability to see the dead,
but not her. Every other dead person, through a bit of concentration, I
could see, but every time I tried to look at her I came up with
nothing." "Just like Brice... Josh, you think they're connected?"
I
had been staring at the ground the entire time, imagining my own
feelings through Mark, through Fairly, how the hatred and love bonded
us in such a caustic way to our loved ones. As much contempt I had felt
for Alley, I realized how lucky I was: she was still alive and their
loved ones weren't.
"Mark, I'm through believing in circumstance
and coincidence, and you should too. If it's true what you say about
the girl speaking to you, it probably had to do with my ability to
speak. I could explain it all, but the short of it is that..."
I
went on to tell him about our stories, explaining everything up to the
Harpyes and ending up in Portugal, making sure to keep the main points
in perspective. It was surprising how much didn't phase him, Mark
basically accepting the words completely as truth and nodding the
entire time. Once I concluded, he flipped down the newspaper, looking
straight forward before letting it back up to cover himself.
"The
same demon... you say you saw him walking in to the restaurant after
your girlfriend went in to work?" Mark asked, words intent. "Yes, tall
guy... I couldn't get all of the details of his face, but he wore a
trench coat and was being taken over by some dark spirit from the feet
up." I answered, trying to keep from sounding too worried. "Do you
think the demon followed her? It could just be a..." "I told you Mark,"
I intervened, lifting my hand up to make a point. "I don't believe in
coincidences anymore."
It was then that I'd began to realize the
clouds were closer to us than they should have been. A fasten seatbelt
sign came on overhead as the two of us watched Mark click his on,
staring worriedly at the door to the cockpit. The voice overhead was
deep, almost soothing but with a slight shakiness that made the three
of us slightly panic. "Well it seems we are experiencing a few engine
difficulties..." "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." Mark repeated,
putting a piece of ice in his mouth to chew on to keep himself calm.
"Come on man, what could..."
The oxygen masks dropped from
above, plane dipping down violently to the point of tossing Fairly and
I both out of the seats into the air, and upon my fall back to the
floor all I heard was:
"We'll be experiencing some turbulence from here on out. If you could please... buckle your seat belts."
(Next, Chapter Eighteen: I Don't Know Why I'm Panicking) | | |
| Fairly stood there. I stood there.
We stared at the ocean for a good bit, letting the shock, and thoughts,
go through our minds. I had yet to decide if the distance covered was
as bad as the things we had to go through in such a distance. I weighed
the options of having to go back through the ocean or walking around
the icy north to get all the way back to Texas. The hardest thing had
to have been the fact that I wanted to curse and scream at the top of
my lungs, and was too spiritually tired to let all of that flame burn
within me. It pissed me off.
Blinking lights blotted off above us, planes moving strangely in the
sky as I simply stared past them at the stars. Only the brightest were
even perceivable, and I tried to imagine shapes and figures in the sky,
only to come up with nothing I liked. Fairly was still motionless, to
my knowledge just reliving her moments with Brice or planning out a way
to get back home. More blinking lights moved overhead, and I smiled,
turning to nudge Fairly.
"A plane. We can take a plane back, that should be easy. No one will
notice us and we can even ride up in first class. All we have to do is
not fall through the bottom of the plane and land back in the ocean.
Simple enough, right?" she looked at me, staring up at the sky for a
second before turning her head with a nod. "I don't think it should be
a problem. Normal spirits with eyes not attached to their bodies aren't
just out and about trying to fly on planes out of the country. We
should definitely be in the clear." she ended, making her way up the
beach. "So now all we're worried about is finding an airport and the
right flight. Doesn't seem..."
But the running theme was to continue.
I'm not going to go into detail of how we found the airport. While I
was in a body I would have loved to have traveled all of Spain or
taken a tour of Italy or the surrounding countries, but instead I was
stuck with trying to match signs up in a language I didn't understand.
Their only commonality was the picture of a small airplane above the
city, and we could only follow them accordingly. It was awful, and I'd
rather you just heard about the plane ride.
The entire place had a strange mix of mystic and modern, and when we
had finally arrived it felt like we had just walked through an eclectic
movie that would star really well dressed gentlemen and court ladies of
the highest honor. The sky was just beginning to turn from its dark
blue to a lighter shade and we both figured that the morning would
yield the first flight out going to Bush Intercontinental.
Scanning the side of the board, we spotted the "IAH", remembering the
number as moved along to sit down on an empty bench next to a public
mobile computer which had been screwed into a desk. "How long do we
have?" Fairly asked while I had to look over at large electric boards
with signs for gate departure and arrival. "They all say that the next
plane out is in an hour, from what I can tell. I'm gonna' just sit here
until..."
Fairly turned quickly to me when the shrill cry was heard and we both
stood, alert and aware of an unknown presence. Turning to our sides, we
noticed a man, looking to be in his late twenties with a gruff beard
and a khaki jacket, and a young girl, probably fifteen, wearing a
cheerleader outfit. The two of them ran to a nearby kiosk, checking in
with tickets on their bags and smiles on their faces. Just before
turning to run, he took a quick look around the room, a frown pushing
his glasses away from his nose. His eyes turned to us and stopped,
running over with his daughter close behind. Fairly and I both started
to back away as the man came closer with every stride, the two of us
completely in shock that another human could see us.
"Can you tell me how to get to gate E20 please? I'm really in a
hurry." the man said, keeping his daughter close at his side. The two
of us stared at each other for a moment, then looked back at the two
strangers, trying to figure out what exactly was wrong. "Maybe he had a
near death experience." I said, staring now at the blue eyed teenager
who simply popped her gum and turned up her mp3 player to full blast.
"What are you two talking about??" the stranger said, completely throwing Fairly and I off. What? Who is this guy?
I moved Fairly behind me, tilting my head as I spoke slowly to the
obvious tourists. "Do you know what you're doing?" "If I knew what I
was doing, Id be heading to my damn terminal. Bah, you don't know where
the terminal is then." He concluded, trying to walk away before I fed
my arm with energy and turned him around to face me. "We're dead.
You're not supposed to be able to see, hear or talk to us."
"But I can. I need to catch this plane so if you two could help me at
all..." "Don't you think it's a bit odd that you can just up and speak
to two perfectly dead
strangers at the airport you just happened to be at?" I commented, all
of us at attention for the situation. The man stopped, looking back at
his daughter who stood behind him much like Fairly behind me.
"Look, we can talk about this on the plane, I just need to get to
Bush Intercontinental as fast as possible. I have to be there. Today. I
can explain it to you on the plane, if you'd like?" he said, looking
around frantically as we pondered for the response. Fairly nudged me,
and I turned around, eyes frowning. "Okay, okay already." I said
irritated, turning around with a half smile. "Lets get you on a plane."
I had taken a glance at the man's passports as the two went through the
line, catching a name with the faces. Mark Eldridge and Lacey
Eldridge-Smith, which struck me as odd when I said it out loud to
myself. "She was probably born before they married and decided to have
both her mom and her dad's last name. It's common, really." Fairly
added, nonchalantly shrugging as we followed the two to the terminal.
Instead of sitting, Fairly and I stood a few feet in front of Mark,
arms folded and anxious to be on a plane. "Ever been in a plane
before?" I asked Fairly, seeing her purse her lips in an odd amusement.
"I think once Brice and I had to go all the way to Wisconsin to see his
cousin Orin, but I'd taken some pills both times to knock me out before
I got on the plane. I was in a haze the entire way; couldn't tell you
how anything felt." "What a great day to find out." Mark said, looking
off to the side as his daughter leaned on her dad, music player blaring
in her ears.
"Now boarding all reserved members and special platinum credit card
holders, now boarding all reserved members and first class." an
attendant said, motioning for a group to start boarding the plane. Just
then I'd noticed a group of men sitting at a restaurant, laughing hard
as they all took a shot of some clear alcoholic liquid. "I wonder..." I
said, briskly moving myself over to the group, a grin growing on my
face.
Concentrating, I brought just enough power inside of my hand to make
it dangerous, slamming my hand down on the high rise table they all sat
against. The orange colored wood splintered, shot glasses, quesadillas
and chips alike smashing to the ground along with a few of the
gentlemen. In the massive confusion, I blew two of the holders away
like wind, keeping it low to the ground so as not to be suspicious.
Looking around frantically to see if anyone would notice a floating
ticket, I slid it over to hide behind the stand up pay phone, running
back over to the, now amazed group I'd come from.
"I promised Fairly that we'd fly in style, and we've got a lot to talk
about, so hurry up and get those first class seats behind the pay phone.
Please don't make me ask twice."
(Next, Chapter Seventeen: Enter Thus, The Third Wheel) | | |
| Losing control of not only my mind, spirit, or free will wasn't what
upset me the most about being trapped in the clutches of this diva
demon. No; it was starting to frustrate me beyond belief that these
spirits and people could just come into my life and put such a hold on
me that I'm powerless. First the creature from the hospital, then
Azriel, Yurielle and Gabrielle, losing my ability to move when the
breachers took hold of me, then falling into Alley's dream. It was
starting to become a recurring theme and I hated it.
Hating it didn't change the
fact that the Harpye was now roaming through the earth, our bodies
spiraling around rocks, plants and mineral deposits. This is probably
what it looked like, with her caressing the back of my neck, arms and
legs wrapped around my own. I couldn't see any of it; all my wide eyes
could perceive was a dream.
__________________________________________
"Ah!"
I sat up in bed, half naked with the covers at my sides, trying to get
a grip on the dream I'd just had. Laughing, I laid back down and put my
arms around Alley, breathing her hair in with a smile. Awakening from
my touch, she turned slowly, kissing my lips so wonderfully like she
always did. Long, slender legs wrapped around my own, bodies coming
together in perfect symmetry like it always did.
The morning came around, and we both rose at about ten, making our way
to the kitchen for breakfast. "You know it's your turn to cook, my
little slave." She joked, spanking me on my ass before running around
the island in the middle of the kitchen. I chuckled, shaking my head as
I tried to turn on the gas stove, waiting for it to light. "My little
slave my ass!" I replied, jumping back startled when the flame jumped
out towards me from the stove.
"AAagh!" Alley exclaimed, and I turned to look at her, nearly surprised
by her reaction. "Usually you just call me a punk bitch before..." I
started, jumping back again as another stove lit itself, fire almost
burning my chest. Alley screamed again, and I looked at her in
confusion, turning off the stove as she came around the table to kiss
me, bringing me away from the kitchen. "I'll make breakfast, okay? Just
sit down and I'll start up the eggs and all."
"Thank you love. I'll find something for us to watch." I said, kissing
her cheek as I jumped over the back of the couch, flipping through the
channels on the television. I began to laugh when I realized I couldn't
find one channel that had the day or date attached, and I looked over
my shoulder to a cooking Alley. "Baby what's today?" "I dunno." she
replied, her left arm fiercely scrambling the eggs and sausage.
I stopped for a second, and stood up slowly, turning around to strafe
to the left. "Honey?" I said, stalking to her slowly. "Yes love?" she
answered, honey sugar coating what seemed to be frustration. I turned
my head back to sound as if I was still on the couch, body moving
forward. "Can you get me some of those pork rinds from the fridge? I
really need a snack." "Sure baby, anything you..." she started,
suddenly dropping her spatula in the pan.
"You had to ruin it again, didn't you?! You had to RUIN IT AGAIN?! You ruined everything!!"
she screamed, turning around with tears streaming down her face. Flesh
had been torn from around her eyes, as if she'd been trying to scratch
her brain out from the socket, and her skin began to pale with varicose
veins that wrapped around her body in a fancy decoration. Horror struck
me and I backed away slowly, watching Alley inch herself closer to me.
With every step her wrists and arms began to open, as if stepping
through sharp invisible blades, and she bled freely on the ground,
showing me her arms that had been cut open in several places, longways.
"I'm bleeding for you!! LOVE ME... YOU WILL LOVE ME!!"
"Ah!"
I sat up in my bed, half naked with the covers at my side, and I tried
to laugh my dream off. It felt so real; the pain, the anger the
frustration. My heart wouldn't stop racing in my chest, and I curled up
behind Alley, smiling as she woke to my touch. "I had another bad dream
honey." I said, eskimo kissing her face as she caressed my neck and
slid her knee up the side of my leg, wrapping herself around me. "It's
okay love. I'm here now." she whispered, kissing me gently as she
rolled over onto me, taking off her bra in one quick motion.
"Morning sex?" I said, grinning as she bit along my neck to entice me.
Her hands pinned down my arms above my head, and I could only lay there
as she ground her hips onto me, spiking my arousal further. "Baby!" I
exclaimed, giggling at her sudden want to dominate me, her hands like
strong chains on my wrists. Alley tossed her hair back, staring down at
me with her eyes half open, and I could almost smell lust coming from
her body.
I tried struggling against her will, but my arms wouldn't so much as
rock one way or another, and I began to frown. As if noticing this, she
flipped us over quickly, wrapping her legs around my back as she held
my face, lips darting one way or another on my neck and chest. "Take
me... I want you on top." she said, in a voice so demanding it made me flinch.
My realization struck me, much like deja vous, and I kissed down on her
neck, slipping down my briefs to give me time to think. Licking up and
down her clavicle, I started to kiss down her chest, looking up sporadically as she ran her fingers through my brown hair, biting her
lip. Kisses started to sink lower, and I finally devised a plan as my
tongue slithered around her inner thigh, biting the crevice where her
thigh met her crotch.
As she moaned in excitement, I slid up quickly, pinning her down to
look her in the eyes. Alley laid there, unmoving and I stopped for a
second to take the moment in, breathing the smell of sex and morning
nature, the idea that it could all be real. Then I let it go, leaning
down with the deepest kiss I could muster. My tongue wrapped around
hers, tasting inside of her lip. Once her mouth opened again to receive
another kiss I screamed into it as hard as I could.
"BIIIIIIIITCH!!!"
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Our bodies popped up the surface, which happened to be at the bottom of an ocean, and I jumped up, putting ever bit of energy I could in my arms as I grabbed water and pulled it behind me, looking back at the Harpye.
For a demon, she really was stunning. Aside from the sharply slanted,
larger than life eyes, long, stringy fingers and pale, veiny skin,
she really was beautiful. Her long hair swirled around her naked body,
barely covering her privates. The Harpye contorted, and I could see the
fire begin to burn her from the inside, eating away at her sin.
Where am I? Which ocean is...
Before I could properly question my surroundings, I noticed the ground
in the distance began to rupture, and I tried not to panic. Another Harpye? Fairly.
I said, closing my eyes as I tried to dig through the dirt. The
creature was coming too fast, and my hands with power could only lift
up so much of the sandy bottom. I'm not gonna make it. I'll have to sink through the sand. I thought, standing firm on the ocean bottom.
On second thought... I
pondered, slamming my fist into the ground as hard as I could. A wave
of dirt went in all directions and I put my body prostrate with the
ground, trying hard to fall into the earth. Nothing. I almost began to
punch the ground again when I just let all of the stress go, relaxing
myself on the ocean bottom.
Floating through, I looked around slowly, not wanting to be stuck in
the muck of the floor. Ten feet down I saw a floating, white leg,
streaming from thigh to toe with angelic lettering. Gripping it, I used
my free left hand to drag her out of the ground with me, trying to keep
my calm so as not to be stuck in the ground.
Finally out, I tried to locate the sun, seeing only the faintest glimpse of light blue in the far right distance. West,
I considered, trying to run as fast as I could. Fairly finally awoke in
my arms, looking up at me with eyes so blue that I had trouble reading
the emotion on her face.
"I saw him." she said, grasping hold of me as I tried to hurry our way
back to land. "Saw who?" I questioned, still moving at break-neck speed
with my legs.
"Brice."
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