St. Eubrie: Natalie Baylor Awakes (700 hits)
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Submitted by goferforhire <goferforhire.at.yahoo.com> (View user info) at 2006-08-16 17:35:43 EDT
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Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/91450
Stagger Lee's Car Crash: http://www.ubersite.com/m/91878
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Natalie Baylor is not here right now, can I take a message?
Doctor? Unacceptable.
Family? Questionable.
Friend? She has none.
Who do you think you are?
Priest? Well you're the worst one of all. Do you know what she's feeling right now? Only one thought can puncture that peach fog, only one sequence of events played over on repeat punctured with the revelation that death could be imminent and you're responsible for it. Do you remember a girl named Mary Smallwood? Do you remember her older sister?
Natalie Baylor is sure that she is going to die, because she was hit by a car just like Mary, her best friend was, and Mary Smallwood went into a deep coma and died. Natalie Baylor is aware of being in a coma but she's posessed with the idea that she's going to die. There's only one other thing she can think about and it's the girl in the woods. It's Natalie Smallwood and the fairies and the tree with Father McGuinty's whole name carved into it, and it's the message carved beneath it.
"Natalie Smallwood and Kevin McGuinty- nothing done in the name of love is a crime"
She made the connection to late. The last name, her best friend, the priest. She was too fixated on what she'd seen that day in the forest, too haunted by those little faces and their silent prayers that she become one of them, that she help them.
She'd met the fairies after spending an hour curled up against a tree because it was too dark for her to move. As it got lighter and her eyes adjusted, she became aware of a foreign presence nearby. Several additional heartbeats, several eyes watching her- her ears burned with the intuitive knowledge that she was being discussed in harsh, subtle whispers. Tremulously, unable to hide the fear she had called to them-
"Hello? Who is it, what do you want?"
The answer sounded like the black widow's nest her parents had burned out from under their porch the year before, a whisper with legs.
"You, who are you? You don't live here. You're not the father, you're not the mother, you're not one of us. Who are you?" It seemed like one voice with a thousand tiny fanged mouths.
"I'm Natalie Baylor." She answered, "Please, please I don't mean anything. I just want to go home."
"Why are you here?" The voice asked, getting louder like it was closer, "Do you have food?"
"No, I just have me. The lady who makes the tree speak told me to find another tree where there was a message carved."
"The mother. You have been sent to the clearing by the mother." It was a statement not a question.
"I don't know, I've just been told I have to save the fairies because Father McGuinty-"
There was a massive hiss and a rustle of leaves, and a branch fell from above her and landed in her lap. The woods surrounding her had come alive with the sounds of motion.
"The father abandoned us. He wants us dead, because of what the mother did. We do not trust you, we do not trust him. You will go to the clearing and you will live or you will stay with us and suffer as we suffer." The sounds stopped.
Natalie Baylor wept into her hands, drying her eyes with her blonde hair and closed her eyes for a while until the lining of her eyelids grew red with the force of the sun's light. She opened them slowly, rays spearing her perception of reality and sounds she'd blocked out filtering back in. She was in a clearing by herself, back against a monstrous oak tree. Her shorts were dirty, and there was a massive spider tying a web from her left knee to her right. Halfway in a trance, she grabbed it by a leg and tossed it lightly away. She watched it skitter off and followed it to a pair of tattered black Hi-Top Sneakers.
She was surrounded by fairies- fairies that looked much like her, except different somehow. They were dirtier, for certain, and somehow less filled. They were gaunt ghosts of real children, but she supposed that was what made them fairies. Their eyes glowed with a hatred that bordered on hunger (or maybe a hunger that bordered on hatred) and their mouths curled into smiles that revealed meshes of missing and jagged teeth. They watched her with a definite fascination.
Natalie stood up slowly, brushed the dirt from her legs and flicked an ant or two from her arms. Watching the fairies as closely as possible, she turned around slowly and looked at the tree she had been leaning against. A dusted over and decayed kitchen knife jutted out of it's center, a little above Natalie's eye-level, in the center of a carved message. The names- Natalie Smallwood, Kevin McGuinty- and the message. The voices around her erupted.
"Nothing done in the name of love is a crime. The father must know that the mother is innocent. You must tell her. You are one of us, Natalie Baylor who is not one of us. You are doomed to die just as we are doomed to die."
I am going to die, she thought. I am going to die, she thinks.
Images blur together- sprinting through the forest, followed by hissing and screeching and rustling leaves. Stopping, lost by a little creek with a row of graves and clutching a tree that was just right for her to wrap her entire arms around. Crying, screaming- I'm not a fairie, I'm not a fairie. I'm going to die. Awareness of mortality, a pair of headlights and midnight concrete with honeybee lines. A head turning in confusion as brakes squeal and light flashes and a peach mist sets in.
I am going to die. I am going to die. I am going to die.
I am going to die just like Mary Smallwood.
I am going to die just like the fairies.
I am going to die.
Hello? Father? It's the automated messaging machine. Natalie says she'll be back soon. She doesn't like sleeping anymore, and she wants to wake up. She'll be available shortly.
Natalie Baylor awakes, and the first thing she sees is Father McGuinty and her parents and the doctors glancing nervously at the machines keeping her alive.
The priest says "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
Natalie screams "I am not a fairy! I am not a fairy! I am not going to die!"
Everything stops.
"Father McGuinty, you have to help us. Them. Please. Nothing done in the name of love is a crime!"
Her parents look to the father for support, look to the doctors for assurance that this is normal and this is a step in the way of recovery from the terrible coma and silence. The doctors smile cautiously and the father sits back into his seat and mutters to himself-
"Eli, Eli, Lema Sabachtani?"
My God, thinks Father McGuinty, why have you forsaken me?
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Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2006-11-01 19:56:23 EST (#)
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Submitted by Maltese (user info) at 2006-09-05 13:23:36 EDT (#)
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I'm +2ing all your posts as a sign of good faith. I just want to show that there is no animosity between us. Friends?
Submitted by DCWoody (user info) at 2006-08-17 07:23:16 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-08-16 21:32:22 EDT (#)
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This is going to be sweet. I can see a definite arc we can take this on.
Submitted by goferforhire (user info) at 2006-08-16 21:07:42 EDT (#)
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oh dear, you've thought I was forthewin this whole time, then?
that explains some of your comments...
you really are getting senile
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-08-16 21:05:25 EDT (#)
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Not really...I couldn't give less of a shit. I never even heard of you before your dumbass comment in that broads' post.
But, I think it's safe to say, that you've got a big stick - or dick - way up your ass..
Submitted by goferforhire (user info) at 2006-08-16 21:03:28 EDT (#)
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You'd like it if I responded to that, wouldn't you?
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2006-08-16 20:59:58 EDT (#)
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I hate attention whores like the author of this post.
Submitted by whysenheimer (user info) at 2006-08-16 20:57:44 EDT (#)
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I didn't read this, but...
Fag below.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-08-16 20:28:21 EDT (#)
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Submitted by paint_it_black (user info) at 2006-08-16 18:41:38 (#)
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I'm glad this got pulled from the front page. Mine will stay on longer.
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Paint_It_Crack, the only thing that should be 'pulled' is your putrid
heart from your rancid, shriveled chest.
Gofer, very well done. . .
Submitted by Genko (user info) at 2006-08-16 20:24:04 EDT (#)
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Submitted by carbon (user info) at 2006-08-16 19:40:42 EDT (#)
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Submitted by goferforhire (user info) at 2006-08-16 18:59:44 EDT (#)
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merci, Saccy. I've got one more shot left on this specific thing before I pull into new territory even
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I love this little series of yourses.
Submitted by paint_it_black (user info) at 2006-08-16 18:41:38 EDT (#)
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I'm glad this got pulled from the front page. Mine will stay on longer.
Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2006-08-16 17:45:25 EDT (#)
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Father McGuinty raped Lojope. pass it on.