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Just one puff. I just needed something to cool me off, make me relax. Reggie after class said it would help me forget what a horrible week I had.

I shifted my eyes between the many white rooms on either side of the hallway. She had overreacted, that trashy stepmother of mine. I just trashed her vanity and broke all of her expensive perfume that she used to lure my father into marrying her.

I was just tweaking, that’s all. It was just one stupid puff, that witch. Is that any reason to ship me off to the state mental institute?

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Pour

Drip

Splash

She watched as it slid and fell into the puddle below, glistening with a red hue. It was cold and dark. A small chill crawled down her spine.

Drip

Splash

Silently, the liquid pooled below her. Eyes watching it form, slide, and fall to the puddle below, feeling lightheaded, and tired.

“Molly. It’s time to go to school,” her dad called from the hallway.

“Coming,” she called back. Grabbing her bag, she glanced out the window at the rain and the red blinking street light one more time before exiting her room and heading to the front door.

In the Doorway

He just stood there. At the doorway. Just stood. It might be a bit complex to explain why him standing at a doorway was odd to his behavior. But, it was. He was hesitating. He never hesitated before.

I wanted him to speak. From where I sat, I smiled up at him. I waited for him to speak. His face cast in shadow, I could not see whether he smiled or not. But, if he did… if he did smile… I would not have known.

His shoulders slumped atop his tall stature. His necktie and suit coat sagged, tired of the stiffener that was put into them this morning. His hair, although he had just taken his cap off, was messy. For such short hair as his, it must have been hard to mess it up.

Whatever was on his mind, whatever thought made him hesitate, there in the doorway, made his hair look messy, even though his cap had just been taken off.

I fidgeted under the blankets. The warm blankets that the nice ladies kept in warmers to make us more comfortable. Subconsciously, I reached for my arm, and rubbed the area in which the IV stuck into. It itched. I hated that itching feeling. That feeling was something was just under the skin, and just out of reach.

So close, but never obtainable.

That was how I felt when he stood in the doorway. No, hesitated in the doorway. So close, but never obtainable.

“Dr. Lemu?” I asked. My voice quivered. I was worried. So, I tried a joke. Jokes always broke the awkward silent. I forced a laugh first. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Maybe you should get some fresh air.” That was not even a joke. “And call the ghost busters.” I added. I was never good at jokes.

His head shook, at least I thought he did. It was hard to tell when he stood in the shadows, so far away.

Out of sight and out of arms reach.

“Come on, quit scaring me, Doc.” I laughed again. Hopefully this one did not seem so forced as the last.

He lifted his head and looked at me. I had not even noticed that his head was down. With no light near his features, it was hard to tell.

“I’m sorry.” He hesitated again, like he never did. “It’s terminal.”

My Little Mermaid Chapter 4

In another world, a newer time, and better storyline, Ariel would have saved the dinglehopper. Shined it, cared for it, and put on display, just left to the thingamabobs and below the galore of whatsits.

She tossed it to the side, instead, and torpedoed deeper into the sunken ship. That voice and those eyes of the strange, smoky blue figure. He felt… Familiar, like she had heard of him before. And like all things land, she swam down to the largest collection of whose-its to skim through layers of thin tablets to find him, before the delicate etchings faded away.

As she flowed and swayed, to and frow, to the waters current, she hummed its tune, to make numb the pain in her chest. Last time she had been down here, flounder almost lost his tail…

And daddy had to listen to a dozen schools of fish complain about how much of a bad influence the youngest princess was on their many children.

Ariel, of course, still protested and blamed it on the shark, to which Flounder had joined in to agree and protest as well.

In the day’s current, though, she swam alone. There was no reason to danger another creature with her wildest passions. And, Flounder had been… Well, to put it bluntly, Flounder was growing up. And growing tired of the olden days of Chase and Explore, like her young guppy games were merely that. Games. And Flounder had his future to think of, of course.

Well, Ariel had hers to. And when they discovered her plans, well…

She swayed this way and that, gliding over the leather-bound wonders as she pretended to read each foreign symbol etched into their bindings. And as she swayed, she hummed, then parted her lips and let out a soft melody that traveled through the waters around her:

“I need another story,
Something to get off my chest.
My life is kind of boring,
Need somewhere that I’m not oppressed.

My sisters made their bed
They won’t listen to see past, instead
The mask they think I don’t wear.
Thought you saw me blink, so,
I can hardly breath, so

Tell me what you want to hear,
Your voice has been so unclear,
So sick of being insecure,
I just wanna let go and fly away.

This time, I pray that you’re not a lie,
Don’t care if I cross the line,
I’m gonna let go and fly away.

But, if only my family knew,
What would they say?
So sick of all the insincere
Why won’t they just let me go and fly away?

I’ve tried, hidden messages in lullabies
Won’t let my feelings stand by
Why won’t they just let me go and fly away?

They won’t miss me if I’m not here,
They won’t come no matter how much I let them in,
They can’t see that I’m so insecure
Why can’t they just let me go and fly away?

These ties, broken so easily when family dies,
Won’t care about me either way,
If they just let me go, I would fly away.”*

Her fingers paused against one of the bindings, and she knocked the fragile tablets to the side and picked up the largest one on the bottom, as easily as a leaf of seaweed. Spiraling to the top of the boat, Ariel opened it up to the fading pages and let the book fall to the shipwreck floor as she followed it down. It made no sound as it touched the sand below and she settled down in front of it, her tail swaying back while she studied the strange language, like a young girl swings her feet back and forth as she is reading a good book.

Slowly, she turned each page, caught between amazement and wonder and the beautiful creature and how those humans understood a single character that was written on these thin, clothlike pressings. Her heart picked up when she turned a page, and caught sight of the blue male figure, the one she had spoken with up on shore.

Her eyes darted to below the portrait, and her fingers ran back and forth along the foreign languages, recognizing the repeat of many characters, but not quite able to understand them. But the pictures of the man, Ariel could understand those. Pictures were like ballads of shapes and figures. His especially were a whirlpool of color, striking every mental nerve with a sharp pluck. He was like a song, was the only way she could describe it, a song she learned to sing and scream and bellow, but could not for her own life, form the words to.

Red locks floated and hovered for a moment, as her head dipped down and she brushed her lips against the blue figure’s with a chaste passion. She giggled at her own silliness, then sighed as she stared at the portrait, longing to kiss it again.

“A-Ariel!” Her head jerked up with sudden fear and shame, and she quickly closed the book.

“Flounder?” she called out, looking all around. He would not understand her at all. But, her heart beat fast with excitement. Perhaps, he had changed his mind? Yes! Perhaps now, he would try, really try to understand her feelings.

“Flounder! I’m down here!” Pressing the large leather-bound tablet to her chest, she lifted herself up off the ocean floor, and circled around to scan the broken openings in the ships hole. Where was he?

“Ariel!” there was his voice again! Above her? No, it had been fading.

“Flounder, wait!” She giggled again, and swam through the hatch to the top deck. “I was down looking at pictures again. I found what I was looking for!” Her tail turned in twirls again, expecting to see the yellow sea creature floating just behind her, but there was no glimpse of his blue stripes, nor his tiny fin. “Flounder, I told you I was going to the shipwreck.” She called out, swimming further on to where she believed she had heard his voice.

“Ariel!” She heard his voice again, this time around one of the coral reef’s tunnels.

Her best friend, she had to catch him! They would play one last game of Chase, before she told him her plans. Ariel needed Flounder to support her on this. She could not do it alone. “My, Flounder, you’ve gotten rather fast!”

Slowing down to the entrance of the tunnel, her gills pulled in fresh saltwater, then she torpedoed forward, and around the bend. “Ahah- Flounder?” She paused again. He was not… there.

“Ariel!” Again, his voice called out, and she swam after it. This part of the reef did not look familiar to her. Perhaps he had found a new hideout for them? Yes, one last game of Explore before she moved on.

“You can hide, Flounder, but you can’t swim very fast!” She laughed again, chasing after his voice as she held the book to her chest. Yes, she would catch him, then show him what she had found! Just like they used to do!

Around more corners, and through deeper tunnels, she followed his voice again and again as he called out to her, never quite able to catch a glimpse of him. He must have been at the end, and had planned this, for his voice traveled very well through the tunnels. Obviously, that must have been the case, because there was no way Flounder was that fast.

Suddenly, Ariel turned around a corner and reached a dead end. But, there was no Flounder. Above her, though, the water stopped, and opened up into an air pocket. Her and Flounder had come across a few of these before, but he had never willing gone through one.

“Oh, Flounder, you can’t hide, either!” She chimed out, then broke through the surface with alarming speed, and halted quickly before she dolphined through the air. The cavern was brightly light, the burning, flickering heats that she had seen so many countless times on land, rested on either side, before the short shore. Her hand reached out to it in longing.

That burning, flickering heat, she had longed to lace her fingers through and grasp, not matter how badly it scorched her flesh. But, then… “Flounder…?”

“Oh, is that what you call the Cheesy Filet?” Her heart caught in her throat, and she held the binding to her chest protectively, though she knew it was meaningless compared to whom that voice belonged to. He stepped out from the shadows and into the glowing light, the wispy smoke following behind him as he reached the water’s edge.

She moved back instinctively, and every bone in her tail urged her to run. But… “Where is Flounder?”

“Not here,” he grinned, “I used his voice to lure you here.”

Shame swept her features as she had so stupidly followed his lure, and had kissed his portrait so carelessly. “W-why…?”

“Don’t you think it’s time we talked,” his hand raised up and she felt the waters shift behind her. Spinning around, she watched the entrance she had swam through close up with thick fog, the kind of fog that was warned could swallow a mermaid whole, if they got too close. She moved back away from the smoke, then turned to face him, now at his feet, on the shores edge. “Without interruptions this time, Ariel,” he added with a smile.

XXX

“Talking”

“Singing”

Song*: Secrets by OneRepublic

Featured Image: I do not own the rights to this image. Unfortunately, I cannot find the original source, either.

Tibby’s Important Life – part 4

(The autobiography of a young, self-centered Torbe, struggling through space to be the best doctor in the universe, as told through journal entries. Based on the rpg, “Stars Without Number”.)

November 26th, 3225,

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Sacrificial Protestent Kristan Monk (Courtesy of Pinterest)

With the last 50,000 credits, I finally escaped the slum planet of Belate, only to dive right into the heart of death. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, as the Terran saying goes, I suppose. Trudging through the black market (which is practically “the” market on Belate), I was able to find the grittiest smuggler around to sneak me onto the next ship that touched down.

I should have wired him the money when I was finally safe. We got just on the other side of the landing bay when he demanded his payment and bolted back over the wall. I also should have asked for information on the ship I was boarding, because if I had known that I was sneaking into a minor cruizer that belonged to the Sacrificial Protestent Kristans, I would have spent the rest of my credits on a whole medical crew. A brave one of course.

You see, the Sacrificial Protestent Kristans are a religious sect that, I was soon to learn, conquer and sacrifice entire planets to replenish their soldiers, empty zombie like corpses animated by cyberware known as revenant wiring, which allows the nearly dead or once living to attack and accomplish tasks given by a central AI.

Yes. Through a narrow vent, I snaked my way through their vast and complex cooling system, which I assume kept the specimens from decomposing prematurely, into the lower holding cells where the Not-yet-converted resided, until they were lifeless enough for the Ministers to perform the conversion process.

A process, by the way, which melds the cybernetic revenant wiring with the organic material by accelerated fission. A sight more beautiful than a binary star dance through a meteor shower.

After witnessing this event, I decided that I must experience and perform this process myself. After much observation, however, I did discover that the Ministers were able to perform this process by using their own psionic powers. A power I did not possess, nor would I want to. This mind was far too great to chance on losing from a terminal aneurysm or another “Scream”.

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Tibby (I do not own this)

However, this did raise my interest in psionics. If I ever met one willing enough, I would at the very least love to hook up some wires to their head and watch the monitors light

up from their brain activity. At the most, slice up their brain into one inch samples to place and preserve in slides, so that I could study them for years to come. (Now, that is something this mind is worth trading for.)

Hiding behind the dead, and given the fact that I was lucky enough that I already smelled like the dead, a scent that never truly left me once I started carving up bodies, I avoided their senses long enough for them to travel through spike drive to the next planet. Then I stole a few specimens I had not yet studied, along with some reverent wiring, and hightailed it out of there.

I did lose a few inches on my tail, as well as the reverent wiring, on the way out the landing bay doors. At least my tail would grow back.

Now, I remain hunkered down under a mortuary, hiding for my life, until the Sacrificial Protestent Kristans give up in their search for me, and of course, the total domination of the planet.

My Little Mermaid Chapter 3

Upon stepping bare toes onto the hot, dry sand, the dark form quietly crept out onto the shore. The slow, few weeks that his minions watched the sea creature from a distance were antagonizing, to say the least.

Want finally overcame him, and the god escaped from his duties, just for one afternoon. Inching closer toward the sea, he spotted the creature, resting on a rock just before the horizon. Allowing all doubt to leave his mind, Hades walked closer. A small smile began to creep on his features as the girl simply stared, into the sky, and unaware.

Dreams of flying probably danced within her mind, entertaining her wants. However, she had to learn to walk first…

“Would you like to hold it?” He asked, repeating what he said to her the first time they met.

Jumping, the mermaid quickly dived in the water, concealing herself.

Hades chuckled and knelt down to place his hand below the water’s edge. “Don’t go.” He said smoothly. “I would like to meet you, if you’d let me.”

Slowly, red locks emerged from the depths, and two blue orbs stuck out of the water.

Another smile graced his features. “Hello, Arial. Is your name Arial? I’d like to talk to you, if that’s alright.”

Pulling her head a little more out of the water, she stared at him. “State your business.”

A slight chuckle, and the man said, “Business?”

“W-what do you want?”

Another chuckle and the man sat down upon the sand. “I want to teach you of the world on land, of the wonders beyond the sand, and the ocean in the sky.” He looked upward, to get Arial to glance at the sun again, mesmerized.

“Do you want to hold it?”

“I want to smother it, dip it into the sea and play with it.

I want I want to- cling to, need to.

Leave me with a feel of desire,

All I’ve want to,

All I’ve failed to.

In it is a hope of promise,

To lift me from my broken bondage.

If for just one day,

I reach out to all my failures,

And take a destiny with new strangers.”*

The beautiful vibrations of her talent rung through his ears like angels in the sky. Most pure, oh benevolent child, take my hand and into my arms, and reach for that which you most desire.

“What a beautiful voice.” He spoke, another smile growing. The creature sunk beneath the waves once more. Hades chuckled and, reaching farther into the water, tried to let her test his essence from her fishlike senses. “Come now, let me teach you of the world you most desire. Can you come here?”

Swimming closer, she listened to him speak.

“I saw you a while ago, on the very depths of the edge of the horizon. Your dreams are ambitious.”

“I saw you, too, on that shore.” She pointed toward at the land. “I thought I’d seen a ghost…”

The man laughed. “Did you, really?”

“Maybe… perhaps something more real…”

“Well, I assure you, I am as real as they come.”

“Who are they?”

Hades laughed again. “Why, gods, my dear. Do you not recognize me?”

“No.” Turning her head to the side, he felt her uneasiness.

“Well, I suppose, all the better.” Standing, he took a step into the ocean, scanning her every move. “I am fascinated by you, by your every move, and by your voice. You are… how would they put it… a creature with the fascination of the unattainable.”

“Unattainable? How so?”

“You need to be free, to walk this earth, and scour every corner. Learn to live, to experience that which you cannot. You do want to walk, do you not?”

“I… How did you know?”

Then, Hades sneered. “Come closer, my child.”

The creature moved closer. “Y-yes?” Although she was afraid, Hades could see her curiosity.

His arm fully submerged, the god held out his other hand. “Come with me, child, leave your home and come with me, and I will teach you to walk.”

The girl dared to move closer. “Will you?” She was scared, and unsure. “Will you really?”

“Beautiful siren of the deep,” he bowed, “You’re wish is my command.” The mermaid moved back.

“W-What do I have to do?”

“My dear. You need only to enjoy yourself.” He looked up at her and smiled.

“How… How will you do it?” She asked, pushing forward toward him, and turned her head to the side so her red hair dipped into the sea water.

Dark blue and black smoke circled around the girl, and she lifted from the water, her fin forming into legs for a moment as she was spun around. “I can do many things, Ariel.” The delight within the creature’s eyes lit up to amazement, and she spun herself around as she floated within the sky.

“Yes!” She cried, glancing down at her legs. “Yes. Please, yes!”

“Sea, meet land.

This is my dream, my plan.

Bring me delight,

I will only accept the truest kind.

So, now I may decide,

Which path I will follow along,

Though, I do know it’s true,

I cannot fully trust you.”**

Her words faded into a soft rhyme, like the tide beating against the shore, and she looked down. “I could never fully trust you…” she repeated.

The smoke faded, and her fish-like form sunk beneath the waves once more. “Please understand…” she whispered.

Hades smile faded slightly, and he pulled his hand out completely. “You deny yourself your greatest desire? I must ask why.”

She turned her back to him, and looked up at the sun once more. “People were not meant to be given their greatest desire. We cannot all have what we want.”

“You will never be happy.” He spoke in a grave tone.

“People say I’m just going through a phase, that I will grow out of it when I mature.” She looked down at the water and lifted her hands up.

The god stood and took a step into the water. “Take it from someone who knows, you never grow out of your phase.”

She looked up at him. “What do you mean?”

Hades smiled once more. “I have a habit of giving desires,” My sweet little siren, “And I can see how happy I could make you, by giving you yours.”

The brilliant blue orbs of the sea creature swirled from his hand, up to his eyes like a soft current. “Again, I ask. What it is that you desire?”

XXX

“Talking”

“Singing”

Hades thoughts

First song*: The tune (and part of dialogue) is from “Chase the Morning” in the movie Repo! The Genetic Opera.

Second song**: I believe I made up this toon, so whatever you think of in your head works, as long as it actually sounds good. XD

Featured Image: I do not own the rights to this image. Unfortunately, I cannot find the original source, either.

Tibby’s Important Life – part 3

(The autobiography of a young, self-centered Torbe, struggling through space to be the best doctor in the universe, as told through journal entries. Based on the rpg, “Stars Without Number”.)

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(My icon for Tibby in my rpg group. I don’t own this.)

September 13th, 3225,

I have spent the last three months applying as a physician among this low tech, perpetulant place of a planet, Belate, dragging from city to city in what they consider “high class” carriers, and staying in “five star” residencies, within the “upper class” part of town. I swear by the all holy prophet Tiberius himself, if I spend another moment in this forsaken Badland under belly, I will begin to lose I.Q. points.

I took a job as an “assistant” to a local physician, and he gave me a crude knife to to amputate an arm infested with Gangreblu! A knife, for Crohn’s sake! (What? Just because I don’t believe Dr. Tiberius was a prophet, doesn’t mean I cannot use his name in vain, if I choose to.) I can guarantee that patient would have preferred to be swallowed whole by the parasite counterpart to the Terran’s infamous “Gangrenous necrosis”, than suffer through the pain and agony that would ensue from the infections a crude knife would have given him, and eventually die of Gangreblu anyway!

Then, that foctling doctor fired me when I incinerated it! Oh, the science of the matter! I swear, I will get off this forsaken planet if it is the last breath this Torbe breathes.