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Thursday, September 30th, 2010

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    1:23a
    The movements were too minute for him to have...
    The movements were too minute for him to
    have any chance of seeingHe would not be able to do this until I explained
    I slid one fingertip carefully along the back ridge of the tiny silver creature until my finger was
    almost entirely inserted into the hot opening at the base of the host body's neckI traced my way
    to the anterior antennae, feeling the taut lines of the bound attachments stretched tight like harp
    strings into the deeper recesses of her head
    I twisted my finger around the underside of the soul's body, caressing down from the first
    segment along the other line of attachments, as stiff and profuse as the bristles of a brush
    I felt carefully at the juncture of men's omega watch these tight strings, at the tiny joints, no bigger than pinheadsI
    stroked my way about a third of the way downI could have counted, but that would have taken
    a very long timeIt would be the two hundred seventeenth connection, but there was another
    way to find itThere it was, the little ridge that made this joint just a bit bigger–a seed pearl
    rather than a pinheadIt was smooth under my fingertip
    I pressed against it with gentle pressure, tenderly massagingKindness was always the way of
    the souls
    And, though the soul could not hear me, it obeyedThe harp strings loosened, went slackI
    could feel the slither as they retracted, feel the slight swelling of the body as it absorbed vintage omega watches them
    The process took no more than a few beats of my heartI held my breath until I felt the soul
    undulate under my touch
    I let it twist itself a little farther out, and then I curled my fingers gently around the tiny, fragile
    bodyI lifted it, silver and gleaming, wet with blood that was quickly shed from the smooth
    casing, and cradled it in my handThe soul whose name I'd never known billowed like a silver wave in my
    hand… a lovely feathered ribbon
    I couldn't hate the Seeker in this formAn almost maternal love swept through me
    “Sleep well, little one,” I whispered
    I turned toward the faint hum of the cryotank, just to my leftJared held it low and angled, so it
    was a simple prada fairy matter for me to ease the soul into the shockingly cold air that gusted from the
    openingI let it slide into the small space and then carefully relatched the lid
    I took the cryotank from Jared, easing it rather than tugging it, turning it with care until it was
    vertical, and then I hugged it to my chestThe outside of the tank was the same temperature as
    the warm roomI cradled it to my body, protective as any mother
    I looked back at the stranger on the tableDoc was already dust-ing Smooth over the sealed
    woundWe made a good team: one attending to the soul, the other to the bodyEveryone was
    taken care of
    Doc looked up at me, his eyes full of exhilaration and wonder“Amazing,” he prada handbags sale murmured“That
    was incredible
    “Good job,” I whispered back
    “When do you think she'll wake up?” Doc asked
    “That depends on how much chloroform she inhaled
    “And if she's still thereWe'll have to wait and see
    Before I could ask, Jared lifted the nameless woman tenderly from the cot, rolled her face-up,
    and laid her on another, cleaner resting placeThis tenderness did not move meThis tenderness
    was for the human, for Melanie
    Doc went with him, checking her pulse, peeking under her lidsHe shone a flashlight into her
    unconscious eyes and watched the pupils constrictNo light reflected back to blind himHe and
    Jared exchanged a long glance
    “She really did it,” Jared said, his voice chanel black handbags low
    1:43a
    He remembered the Japs who had been talking a few...
    He remembered the Japs who had been talking a few feet from him, but he could no longer hear themA residue of his fear returnedFor a few minutes he remained motionless again, not believing that the Japanese had departed
    He wondered where the platoon had gone, and was bitter because they had deserted himAh been a damn good buddy to a lot of them men, and they jus' took off an' lef meIt's a hell of a way to doIf it been one of them, I damn sure woulda stuck with himHe sighed, and shook his headThe injustice seemed remote, a little abstract
    Wilson yawped onto the grassThe odor was faintly unpleasant, and he drew his head away, and crawled off a few feetHis bitterness, abruptly, became acuteAh done so damn much for them men, an' they never did 'preciate itThat time Ah got the liquor for 'em, ol' Red thought Ah was cheatin' himWhat the hell kind of way was that not to trust a buddy? miu miu coffer Thinkin' Ah cheated himAn' then when Ah jus' shot that little ol' bush away, an' Croft grabbed me like thatHe's jus' a itty-bitty fellow, Ah coulda broken him in half if he didn't take me by surpriseBut that was a hell of a way to act jus' 'cause Ah was pissin' around a littleHis thoughts ambled along, drawing a righteous contentment from all the times the men had misunderstood himAh give Gol'stein a drink, or at least Ah wanted to but he was so damn chickenshit about it, he wouldn't even take itAnd then Gallagher callin' me a dumb cracker, and po' white trashHe didn't have to do that, Ah was damn nice to him when his wife died, but none of them 'preciate anythin', they jus' take off an' save they own ass, and to hell with anybody elseCroft didn't have to ride me since Ah got sick, Ah cain't he'p it if mah insides are shot plumb to hellHe sighed again, the grass blurring before his vintage gucci bags eyesJus' took off an' left me alone, don' give a damn what happens to meHe thought of all the distance they had covered, and wondered if he could crawl backHe dredged himself over the ground for a few feet, halting in painHis mind hovered about the realization that he was badly wounded, marooned miles and miles from anywhere, alone in a barren wildernessBut he could not grasp it, sinking back again into a partial stupor from the effort it had cost him to crawlHe heard someone groan, then groan again, and realized with surprise that he was making the sounds
    The sun was burning on his back, laving his body with a pleasant heatSlowly he could feel himself sinking into the earth, its warmth spreading about, supporting himAll the grass and the roots and the ground smelled of sunlight, and his mind eddied back through the images of plowed earth and steaming horses, back to the borse gucci afternoon when he had sat on a stone by the side of the road, and watched the colored girl walk by, her breasts jouncing against her cotton frockHe tried to remember the name of the girl he was going to see that night, and began gigglingWonder if she knows Ah'm sixteen? His wound had roused a warm and blunted nausea in his belly, almost like the bubbling of passion in his groin, and he floated along, not quite anchored to either the road beside the house where he had been born or to the valley of grass in which he layVague lusts chased themselves through his headThe tall grass, nebulous and waving, seemed as high as a forest to him; he could not remember if he was in the jungle or not, and his nose amplified the odors here, blended them into his memory of the rich fetor of the jungleGoddam, just to smell a woman again
    The blood was trickling faster over his fingers, and he sweated, louis vuitton wien thinking of liquid things, lost in a welter of lovemaking, recalling acutely the feel of a woman's belly and hips, her mouthThe sun was very bright, very satisfactoryPlays hell on a man when he don' get his ass regularAh bet that's why mah insides turned back on me, an' got full of pusHis reverie was shattered by the thoughtAh don' want no op-per-ration, they gonna kill me with itWhen Ah git back, Ah'll tell 'em, Ah won' take no truck, Ah'll jus' tell 'em that all the pus jus' bled out of me, an' mah insides are fixed upHe began to giggle weaklyGoddam, when that ol' wound closes, Ah'm gonna have two belly buttons, one right under t'otherWonder what t' hell Alice'll say when she sees it?"
    The sun passed behind a cloud and he felt cold and shiveredHis senses cleared again for a minute or two and he was frightened and miserableThey cain' jus' lea' me alone here, the men gotta come back white chanel watch ceramic for

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