Her eyes were open.
Zander met them and felt his heart skip a beat. He froze, but it was already too late to take this back; his gaze flicked down to his hand wrapped around the strap of her bag, the orange glow of the fire illuminating it all for them both to see.
Too late to take it back, but did he even want to? His eyes narrowed as he raised them to meet the mute girl’s again. He brought the gun forward into the light and tapped it against his knee, the threat implicit. “Go back to sleep. If you know what’s good for you.”
He began to rise, taking the bag with him.
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She stared at the gun. She looked back up.
She shook her head.
Her face couldn't be read in the darkness.
But to those near, they would see a soft smile.
She shook her head.
Her face couldn't be read in the darkness.
But to those near, they would see a soft smile.
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Austin was a pretty light sleeper so when he re-opened his eyes and he noticed that Zander was not in the spot. His eyes moved around to look around without him having to move and he then noticed that Zander was near the girl who had been sleeping. He then heard what Zander was saying to her and he pursed his lips together into a frown tightly. Knowing that she was awake and Austin could barely see the object that Zander had picked up.
A bag?
Most likely hers.
Austin had to get out of there. This felt like it was going to get out of control at any second and he didn't want to be around to see it or to stay for the aftermath. He needed safety elsewhere.
He moved up to his feet as slowly and as quietly as he could, making sure that he had everything that belonged to him in his arms.
That was when he made a run for it into the darkness of the night.
((Austin Song continued in The deep-sea can be fathomed, but who knows the hearts of men?))
A bag?
Most likely hers.
Austin had to get out of there. This felt like it was going to get out of control at any second and he didn't want to be around to see it or to stay for the aftermath. He needed safety elsewhere.
He moved up to his feet as slowly and as quietly as he could, making sure that he had everything that belonged to him in his arms.
That was when he made a run for it into the darkness of the night.
((Austin Song continued in The deep-sea can be fathomed, but who knows the hearts of men?))
She didn’t move to stop him, so Zander didn’t stop. He stood all the way up with her bag in his hand and looked down at her. Rather than go back to sleep like he’d said she just looked right back, slowly shaking her head and smiling at him.
What did that mean? No? As in ‘no, please don’t’, just ‘no, I’m not going to sleep’ or was it supposed to be some kind of warning? It had to be the latter right, with the way she was smiling at him? She was warning him not to do this. Smiling like she found this whole thing amusing, like she found him funny. One of those fucking smiles you used when you were patronising someone, looking down on them; like you were looking at a child or an idiot. Oh look, Zander’s trying to bite the hand that fed him; how cute.
That kind of fucking smile.
She wasn’t taking this seriously, wasn’t taking him seriously. That probably should have clued him in to something being wrong, the fact that the person who gave him this gun wasn’t worried about the fact he was now threatening her with it. That should have confirmed his concerns about whether or not the thing would work. It should have given him reason to pause before this went any further.
All he was thinking about was how much he wanted to break every last one of her teeth. She wouldn’t be smiling after that. Wouldn’t be doing anything.
Except regretting underestimating him.
Zander took a deep breath and let out a long-suffering sigh. “Fine. Have it your way.”
He raised the gun and pulled the trigger.
What did that mean? No? As in ‘no, please don’t’, just ‘no, I’m not going to sleep’ or was it supposed to be some kind of warning? It had to be the latter right, with the way she was smiling at him? She was warning him not to do this. Smiling like she found this whole thing amusing, like she found him funny. One of those fucking smiles you used when you were patronising someone, looking down on them; like you were looking at a child or an idiot. Oh look, Zander’s trying to bite the hand that fed him; how cute.
That kind of fucking smile.
She wasn’t taking this seriously, wasn’t taking him seriously. That probably should have clued him in to something being wrong, the fact that the person who gave him this gun wasn’t worried about the fact he was now threatening her with it. That should have confirmed his concerns about whether or not the thing would work. It should have given him reason to pause before this went any further.
All he was thinking about was how much he wanted to break every last one of her teeth. She wouldn’t be smiling after that. Wouldn’t be doing anything.
Except regretting underestimating him.
Zander took a deep breath and let out a long-suffering sigh. “Fine. Have it your way.”
He raised the gun and pulled the trigger.
The Wheezing Girl laughed.
Her throat was still raw and broken but it didn’t matter. The wheezing and the pain didn’t matter. It sounded broken and battered. She laughed harder.
She stuck in a coughing fit as she bent herself over.
She raised her own gun.
She winked.
Her throat was still raw and broken but it didn’t matter. The wheezing and the pain didn’t matter. It sounded broken and battered. She laughed harder.
She stuck in a coughing fit as she bent herself over.
She raised her own gun.
She winked.
The gun wasn’t loaded.
Hers, however, was.
She squeezed the trigger.
Hers, however, was.
She squeezed the trigger.
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Embers to fire to flame. Stoking, stroking, born again.
Born again.
The flames danced eerily, casting insignificant shadows on even less significant grounds. Blood hadn't quite reached the circle of light - it'd take time and it'd take space to reach it. Still, it danced, beckoned, whispered.
Born again.
Again, born of stroking, stoking. Flame to fire to embers.
It seemed to be waiting for something.
Born again.
The flames danced eerily, casting insignificant shadows on even less significant grounds. Blood hadn't quite reached the circle of light - it'd take time and it'd take space to reach it. Still, it danced, beckoned, whispered.
Born again.
Again, born of stroking, stoking. Flame to fire to embers.
It seemed to be waiting for something.
"Hello, hello?"
She curled up next to the fire.
"Are you in there?"
She curled up next to the fire.
"Are you in there?"
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A whisper, a sizzling log.
"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhey," it whispered back, "hhhhhI'm here."
"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhey," it whispered back, "hhhhhI'm here."
"Good, I was hoping you were." Seychelle spoke like before her throat injury. She rolled to the side, laid her arm to her side like a lazy lover after a session of love making. She dragged circles on the mud into circles. Her feet weren't cold anymore.
"Can we talk?"
She smiled.
"You know, about things. Us. You know?"
"Can we talk?"
She smiled.
"You know, about things. Us. You know?"
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The mud hardened, became skin, soft and familiar.
"Hhof course," the voice whispered, the light shining like teeth, like a switchblade, like a smile, "Hhit's been a while since we talked about us,"
The mud shifted, twitched. Seychelle hit a ticklish spot, and the li- smi- switchblade grew slightly.
"Hhof course," the voice whispered, the light shining like teeth, like a switchblade, like a smile, "Hhit's been a while since we talked about us,"
The mud shifted, twitched. Seychelle hit a ticklish spot, and the li- smi- switchblade grew slightly.
Her feet were grinded into the ground. Bones were showing. Red and white. They were bleached by the sun. Seychelle didn't need to look down. She spun her ankles into circles. Her fingers were wide and growing.
"I've been so scared lately."
She scratched the eyeball on her wrist. It extended and stretched.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do and the world feels so empty. I'm so scared, and so small. I feel like a broken doll, pulled apart by gravity. Do you think there's hope? Do you think there's flesh? I don't know what's inside of me but I so do want to know. I'm so scared and so small but I don't want to be. Are we all made out of mud? Clay? Dirt? What are we? What are we made out of?
"Can I build something new out of this? My broken frame glitches through the static and I find myself longing for the screen. I don't think the bars I see are one of a prison but something's in between. I feel like whatever it is, knowing you're there makes it easier. I just hope I get to see you after we catch the next meteor."
Seychelle weezed. Her throat was gnashed. Broken. She screamed a voiceless noise.
Darkness.
"I've been so scared lately."
She scratched the eyeball on her wrist. It extended and stretched.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do and the world feels so empty. I'm so scared, and so small. I feel like a broken doll, pulled apart by gravity. Do you think there's hope? Do you think there's flesh? I don't know what's inside of me but I so do want to know. I'm so scared and so small but I don't want to be. Are we all made out of mud? Clay? Dirt? What are we? What are we made out of?
"Can I build something new out of this? My broken frame glitches through the static and I find myself longing for the screen. I don't think the bars I see are one of a prison but something's in between. I feel like whatever it is, knowing you're there makes it easier. I just hope I get to see you after we catch the next meteor."
Seychelle weezed. Her throat was gnashed. Broken. She screamed a voiceless noise.
Darkness.
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When all was lost,
and none was found
And all you had was scattered ground,
When all was claimed,
and none to test
and you weren't shamed to lay and rest,
When all was broke,
and none was hitched,
and you were shaken, you were bewitched,
A shattered shot,
a cracking boom,
and guilt was lost, there was no room.
"I've never been a bird," the smile said, dark skin surrounding dark lips, a slight head movement sending the beads in her corn rows clacking, "but I think it'd be sad to be caught. Meteors fly higher than birds, too."
and none was found
And all you had was scattered ground,
When all was claimed,
and none to test
and you weren't shamed to lay and rest,
When all was broke,
and none was hitched,
and you were shaken, you were bewitched,
A shattered shot,
a cracking boom,
and guilt was lost, there was no room.
"I've never been a bird," the smile said, dark skin surrounding dark lips, a slight head movement sending the beads in her corn rows clacking, "but I think it'd be sad to be caught. Meteors fly higher than birds, too."