The Fire WIthing (Part 2) (205 hits)
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Submitted by Rillins (View user info) at 2006-09-24 13:24:59 EDT
They didn't fly far, as Sandra couldn't handle his extra weight. In fact, they landed on his roof, next to the chimney, where they could easily hear all that would be said inside the house.
They heard a loud thud, supposedly from the door that must have fallen over. Then the infamous click of Veronica's shoes as she strode into his tiny home.
"Oh, what a sty. His desk at work is nothing compared to this."
The guard grunted in assent.
"Oh do say something conversationally Michael."
Michael responded "I think she told him, and I think he knows about it. I think we'll have to get them both."
Blood once again began to flow from Wayne's nose as the excitement overtook calm.
"Now, now. You always just want to kill, Michael. I almost had Wayne eating out of the palm of my hands! He would have told me anything in a week or two! Too bad the same couldn't be said about Sandra. We had to kill her whole family because she ran away."
Wayne rolled and looked fearfully into Sandra's glistening eyes. Her nose became red as a tear rolled uncontrolled down her cheek.
"Well, let's just go find his family Michael, I'm sure they'll know where he is, and if not, you can get some more exercise!"
Wayne could almost hear Michael grin, ready to get more 'exercise'. Rage filled Wayne. It started in his stomach and radiated outwards, enveloping his excitement and warming his feet. Then fear hit him like a bucket of icy water. What was he going to do? What could he do? The man in his house was huge! Sandra, sensing his mood, placed a hand on his arm.
"Wait, what is that! That, smell Michael?"
Veronica's voice carried easily through the chimney.
"It smells like blood! Oh delicious! He's still here, and bleeding! Check all the rooms Michael, find him!"
Stomping feet wafted through the chimney and faded into the distance as Michael checked the rooms for a sign of Wayne.
The hand on Wayne's arm gripped painfully in fear. If they were found, what would happen? Would they be killed? Wayne's nose began to drip onto the roof.
Stomping echoed louder through the chimney. Michael was coming back.
"All I found was this bloody shirt in his hamper." He grunted.
"Ah, I see; a pity. How wonderful it would be to get the gang together. OK Michael, let's get to the phone book in the car and find out where Mr. and Mrs. Johnson are. He's even got a boring last name!" Veronica laughed. "Michael, aren't you going to laugh at my joke? Robert always laughed at my jokes!"
The snort of laughter echoed through the chimney to Sandra and Wayne. The laughter continued, reverberating against their souls until Veronica and her goon were gone.
Wayne turned once again to Sandra. She had been softly crying and was wiping her tears on the back of her hand. Wayne found that he could move freely now as Sandra's concentration was most likely frayed from what had just taken place. He reached to hug her with one arm but lamely ended up patting her shoulder.
They sat on the couch again. The circumstances had changed. His parents and little sister were in danger. He saw now that Sandra was a good person, but the "powers" thing really confused him.
"So, what exactly can you do? You know, with your, uh, 'powers'." Wayne looked directly into Sandra's cool blue eyes.
"Well, I can pretty much do anything with wind, where there is air. I can hold things, I can do the traditional superhero tornados and things like that. I found that I can sort of, uh, spy on people? Like, you know how wind carries sound, well, that's true. And, well, I can make the air so that it's not there at all." She finished lamely.
"You mean like a vacuum" Wayne stated.
"Yes. I don't like that one. You can really hurt people with it. I practiced once on bugs, but I still felt bad afterwards." She said firmly.
Wayne still didn't feel comfortable around her, but it was nice knowing some of her limits. Especially if one of those limits was that she didn't like to kill.
"Did you ever spy on me?" he asked.
"Uh, yeah." He could tell she was embarrassed. "I needed to know about you, you know, before I started telling you everything."
He nodded, not sure how to feel about that, but glad that she was honest with him.
They sat there for a couple of awkward moments, staring into their hands, or at some unseen thing in the distance.
"So, you never felt anything strange. Nothing different? No, uh, 'powers' or anything?"
She really needed an answer, something that would give reason to all the crazy things that have happened to her lately. She watched as he slowly shook his head, eyes planted on his feet.
"That woman knows you."
It was a statement of fact, not a question. He figured Sandra deserved to know all he could tell her about Veronica.
They spoke for several hours after Wayne called his family to make sure they were all right. He really wanted to call the police right away, to let them handle this crazy situation. Sandra refused and decided to finally tell him her whole story.
"I had just developed that feeling, the one where I could tell where you were. See, first came the wings, then the wind power, then the terrible longing in my stomach; the one that can find you. She came out to our house, we lived in a nice one in the suburbs. My dad was a geologist, my mom an engineer. She came to them and said she wanted to buy their house. Well, they didn't want to sell, but this woman would keep calling and stopping by unannounced; harassing them to sell their house. She would constantly demand tours and when they obliged she would go through everything we owned, claiming property value and other nonsense.
My folks called the police to get a restraining order. They took my parents to jail for attempting to fraudulently sell a house and harassment. When they were released from jail, they were never the same. I watched as they let that woman in. I Watched as they turned over the house and all our property to her. I couldn't watch when she left. I couldn't watch what he did to them.
I couldn't go to any other relative. I couldn't go to my friends. I didn't want to watch them..." she stumbled over her words as tears chocked in her throat. "So I came to see you." She flashed him a smile "no police."
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Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-09-26 17:14:57 EDT (#)
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Submitted by rillins (user info) at 2006-09-24 18:12:19 EDT (#)
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Duh, I'm an engineer and only spell what word tells me to... supposed to be "The Fire Within (Part 2) sorry for my obvious retardeness
Submitted by DCWoody (user info) at 2006-09-24 13:35:52 EDT (#)
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Did you just submit a long (for uber) serious writing (for uber) post but spell the title wrong?
heh.
Not bad.
Submitted by Amontillado (user info) at 2006-09-24 13:30:53 EDT (#)
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Submitted by rillins (user info) at 2006-09-24 13:27:24 EDT (#)
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Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/93428