IGKTW. Abigail's Will 2 (1128 hits)
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Submitted by Bigmike (View user info) at 2006-05-02 23:26:02 EDT
Part One
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Jessica laid back on the bed, listening to the music run through her head. The soft, blues melody was actually quite pleasing to her. It was constant, like a running soundtrack, louder at times and softer at times. She started to relax to the beat, her heart slowing down to normal.
"What's with the music?" She asked the voice inside her head.
"Sugah, you need the music. Without the music all sawts a' noise done be getting inside yo head. Truss me chile, it needs to be theyah."
"You mean if the music wasn't there, then I would hear other voices: steal other thoughts?"
"Chile, you ain't got no ideah, no ideah. But honey, you gots to do me a favor."
"What could I possibly do for you?" She replied.
"You gots to stop all that tawkin. I'm thinking to you baby, you gots to think back. People are gonna think you all crazy and such if you walk around squawkin out loud to me all day. You send your thoughts to old Hammy now wontcha?"
"I was going to ask you about that. Your name is Hammy?" She said.
"Now you stop that girl. You THINK to me."
Jessica tried her hardest to figure it all out. She concentrated now, thinking instead of talking.
(So you want me to think to you like this?) Jessica felt funny not speaking the words.
(You got it chile. I can steal your thoughts juss like you can mine. It might seem a little crazy to you at furss, but ya'll gone get use to it right quick. You listen to Hammy now cause he gots an important job fo ya'll. You gots to go back to the house chile. Back to the chest. You gots to open that there thing up and find what's inside. You'll know what it is and where it is when you get there. You run along now baby. Times a'wastin.)
(What am I going to find there?) She thought. She got no answer, but the music was still playing in her head. It was a different song now.
"Cops getting killed in the streets,
people running away scared, scared of what they might see.
The grim reapers scythe is a scary tool
And he uses it well, he plays nobody's fool"
Jessica got up off the bed, went into the bathroom, stripped down and got into a nice hot shower. She felt dirty with last nights sweat clinging to her like some shadow of days gone past. When her shower was over, she was refreshed and ready to go. She went downstairs, searched the box for the missing bottle, and didn't find it. She packed up the box and placed it in her hall closet, grabbing a light coat in the process. Slipping the coat on, she quickly left the house and headed for Abigails.
"Hey devil man, you'd better stay away from me
cause I know just what you're after, when the reaper comes for me.
Hey devil man, you'd better run now while you can
Cause I'm not scared of you, and I don't give a damn."
Jessica found that having the music run through her head constantly was actually a pretty enjoyable thing. She did notice that once she left her house and got into her car, that she could discern a din of background noise invading her thoughts. If she concentrated on this noise, she could hear voices among the din. Women and children mostly, but an occasional mans voice as well. She was glad all of a sudden that the music was there. She was beginning to think that Hammy was right and that she didn't want all those voices in her head (of course I'm right chile, now get a move on). Jessica smiled as she continued to Abigail's house.
Once there, Jessica got out of the car and walked up the front porch stairs. She always felt at home here as she looked at the big porch that wrapped around the front of the building. She thought of the times she would play here as a young girl (no time for that honey), laying her dolls out on the floor, playing with Debbie from across the street (c'mon honey, they ain't much time). (I'm going Hammy, I'm going).
Jessica put her key in the lock, turned it, and opened the door. The house was dark despite it being a bright morning outside, and as Jessica stepped into the foyer, the house seemed to wrap itself around her. (Go upstairs chile) Jessica shut the door behind her, walked through the living room to the staircase and started to ascend the stairs. Once to the top, she turned and continued until she got the door to the attic. She opened the door, switched on the light, and started up these stairs (almost there sugah) as well. When she reached the top she looked over at the chest. It was just as she had left it, seemingly undisturbed in the dust that had settled on the attic floor. She immediately walked over to the chest and knelt down before it. She reached into her pocket (no time to waste honey) and pulled out the key to the chest. As she inserted it into the lock, she felt an unusual vibration coming from the chest. She turned the key and suddenly the top to the chest flung open by itself, startling her enough that she fell backwards on her rear end. She got up (let's go honey, hurry it on up) and peered over the edge of the chest. The fabrics were still in there (move them to the side baby, put your hands on the bottom of the chest) and she reached in and pulled them all out, setting them on the floor next to her. She then laid her palms down flat on the bottom of the chest (c'mon in honey, we all been waitin for you). She felt a stronger vibration for just a split second before her whole world went black.
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"Preacher, when you gonna stop wasting your time with those songs and get yo self a real job?"
Preacher Thomas just sat there in his rocker on the porch, smiling like there was no tomorrow. He loved his wife, but she would never understand him.
"Nevah!" Was his reply as he kept strumming the old six string guitar that was laid across his lap. Morning was his favorite time of day. He would sit in his rocker, strum his guitar, and look out over the world before him. He would watch as the leaves of the weeping willow trees swayed back and forth with the slightest of breezes. He would smile as the squirrels gathered their food, casting him an occasional glance as if he were going to try to steal some of it for his own. He loved the morning, but he loved this morning even more than usual. This morning he was going to have a visitor. He just loved visitors.
He continued to play.
"The leaders of this mighty Earth
They are living in fear, fear of what they might do.
The devil waiting in the wings
He follows in the reapers path, he knows just who to use.
To spread his soiled word, and to sing the blues."
(Preacher, I know what's coming, and it's not enough to stop me).
"Get out mah head boy!" Preacher said to the morning air. The squirrels in the front yard scattered at the sound of his voice. "You ain't got nuthin that ahm interested in. I beat yo ass down once, and I can do it agin if need be. She got the secret and you know it. Ya'll ain't got a chance niggah."
(We'll just see about that Preacher, we'll just see. Vengeance shall be mine). The voice faded, a cackle of insane laughter mixed with jealous rage following it down to wherever it came from. Preacher knew this voice too well. It was the voice of death. It was the voice of envy, jealousy and rage. It was a million years old and a thousand souls strong.
Preacher just sighed and continued. He wished she'd hurry up and get there. He hoped that his music was enough of a beacon to guide her.
"Hey devil man, you'd better stay away from me
cause I know just what you're after, when the reaper comes for me.
Hey devil man, you'd better run now while you can,
Cause I'm not scared of you, and I don't give a damn."
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When Jessica came to, she noticed one thing first before she noticed anything else. "Mmmmmmmmmm, what's that smell?" She said as she opened her eyes.
"Lilacs," replied the heavyset black woman sitting in the chair next to the bed. Jessica immediately sat up, startled at her surroundings. A cold compress that had been on her forehead slid down her face into her lap. The black woman put a warm hand on Jessica's wrist, gently steadying her, waiting for the shock of the trip to wear off.
"Hammy, you get in here right now. This one's fiesty all right, and she looks like she's fixin to jump right out her skin!"
(I'm coming baby, dontchoo fret). "I'm coming baby," Hammy yelled back, and as he burst into the room, he got his first look at Jessica. She got her first look as well.
"Danny Glover." She said.
"Whatchoo saying girl?"
"Danny Glover. You look just like Danny Glover, or I should say Danny Glovers dad."
Hammy didn't know who Danny Glover was. He was hoping that he was a damn fine looking man though.
"Put that cole compress back on that chile Hannah, she done gone crazy from de ride."
The black woman eased Jessica back down onto her pillow and picked up the cold compress from her lap. She dipped it in a wash basin that was sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. She then twisted it over the basin and listened to the music the falling water made as it splashed back into the basin. She then laid it gently across Jessica's forehead and smoothed the bedspread across her body. Jessica let her body sink down into the mattress. As it engulfed her body, she couldn't help but think that it must be filled entirely with down feathers (that's right chile, it is). She just looked up at Hammy and smiled.
"How you doing chile?" Hammy asked. "You gone make it?"
"I think so," Jessica replied. "Where am I?"
"That's not important now, honey," Hannah said to her. "You just lie back and relax for about another half hour or so."
"Ok Aunt Jemima," was all Jessica could muster as she looked through the open window behind Hannah and saw lilacs waving in the breeze outside. She closed her eyes and all at once felt heavy.
Hannah looked at her strangely as she tried to figure out who this Aunt Jemima person was.
As Jessica was falling into a bit of a nap, she wondered what exactly the day had in store for her (We goin to see Preacher sugah). She fell asleep wishing she had this kind of mattress at home.
Hannah looked at Hammy and sighed. "Are you sure she's the one?" She asked Hammy.
"Abigail said she was," was his reply.
User Reviews
Submitted by Aiya (user info) at 2006-05-07 00:50:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm liking this :) Glad you're going to continue with it.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2006-05-04 11:14:14 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Coyote (user info) at 2006-05-04 10:49:25 (#)
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Good stuff.
I know it's convention, but every time I read the word "chile" I keep expecting Augusto Pinochet to pop up and have some people tortured to death.
Hmmmm... tortured to death. I'll work on that. :)
Submitted by Coyote (user info) at 2006-05-04 10:49:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Good stuff.
I know it's convention, but every time I read the word "chile" I keep expecting Augusto Pinochet to pop up and have some people tortured to death.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2006-05-04 03:58:53 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2006-05-03 11:06:52 EDT (#)
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Ace.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2006-05-03 10:24:05 EDT (#)
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This part was more fun to write for some reason. Maybe I was just more into the story.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2006-05-03 10:22:56 EDT (#)
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Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-05-03 10:18:52 (#)
Ranking: 1
I much preferred your first piece. This isn't bad by any means (though your cruel abuse of the apostrophe has not gone unnoticed! 1.5
LOL. Yeah, I was fighting with apostrophes during this entire post for some reason. I wrote it in Word and I think I do a better job of proofing if I just write it on the submit page here at Uber.
Who knows why? Not me.
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-05-03 10:19:01 EDT (#)
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1.5
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-05-03 10:18:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I much preferred your first piece. This isn't bad by any means (though your cruel abuse of the apostrophe has not gone unnoticed! 1.5
Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2006-05-03 07:35:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
keep it coming!
Submitted by Hilarity_Ensues (user info) at 2006-05-03 07:23:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
What a great story to read on my last day of work for the week.
I wuv dis.
Submitted by DavyJones (user info) at 2006-05-03 02:45:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by sparkle_pink (user info) at 2006-05-03 02:10:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm glad you're enjoying writing this because I'm enjoying reading it.
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-05-02 23:42:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Fair enough. I was unsure if his name was Preacher or if he actually was one. Fine by me.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2006-05-02 23:37:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
To be continued. I forgot to add that at the end.
It's a work in progress Stagger. I didn't cheat. He is a preacher, albeit retired. And there is some enmity with another here that creates the whole vengeance theme.
Anyway, I'm beginning to enjoy writing this so I guess it doesn't matter one way or the other.
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-05-02 23:34:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 until I decide whether you cheated on the theme or not...