The Fire Within (Part 6) (225 hits)
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Submitted by Rillins (View user info) at 2006-09-28 15:07:48 EDT
Part 1: http://www.ubersite.com/m/93428
Part 2: http://www.ubersite.com/m/93487
Part 3: http://www.ubersite.com/m/93522
Part 4: http://www.ubersite.com/m/93623
Part 5: http://www.ubersite.com/m/93671
Emily wiped off her chin and glanced at the remains of her breakfast swirling in the toilet.
"Oh gross, I shouldn't have looked" she thought to herself.
She spit one more time into the sink, closed her eyes, and quickly flushed the toilet flipping down the cover. Emily looked up at God through her bathroom ceiling, wondering when this hell would finally end.
The whole house seemed to shake as a semi-truck rumbled down the near highway. She thought it remarkable how she could feel it passing, yet no longer hear the whine of tires.
Tramping into the kitchen she could still feel the residual quake of the Semi. Emily was in a foul mood. Her ankles were swollen to non-existence, her chins wobbled when she talked, and she was constantly hungry.
The demon in her belly, as Emily affectionately called the eight month old child, kicked at her sides, reminding her of the peanut butter and pickle sandwich she had developed cravings for.
The Dr. said that the morning sicknesses would end after the first couple months of pregnancy. She had an appointment for later today since the nauseating feeling began to get worse. Her husband was nice enough to take Jillian to day care on his way to work, so it was just her and the demon, waiting for the appointment, and watching re-runs on T.V.
Hungry, Emily rolled off the couch, her stomach gurgling, cooing the demon within. "Feed me Seymour" she mimicked in her best "Little Shop of Horrors" voice.
The microwave beeped after one minute; Emily greedily eyed the frozen burrito within.
Taking her prey into the living room, she made sure she had absolutely everything she needed before she sat down.
The burrito had a frozen center but Emily didn't care. "The Price is Right" was on and there was no way she was going to miss "Plinko." The contestant dropped the chip in an obviously stupid spot, prompting screams from Emily and the audience. When the chip bounced its way into the Grand Prize, Emily hooted and hollered with everyone else, not hearing the door bell ring.
The icy blue eyes would be burned into her memory forever. They were so beautiful and yet so terrible. They stood as ice burgs in a white ocean, hiding most of their bulk beneath the depths of milky pools. His hair was slicked back and his suit looked expensive, inappropriate for this part of town or even this part of the country.
His mouth curled into a smile as he peered past her into the living room, a contestant spinning the big wheel on the television.
"My name is Brian, we need to speak. May I come in?"
Brian brushed past Emily into the living room, taking a seat on her husband's recliner.
"What are you here for Brian?" Emily smiled weakly and waddled over to the couch next to the phone.
"Well Emily," he smiled back at her, noting that she now held a telephone, "I have fought this strange feeling for a long time, but something has been telling me to come here. You see, I have found that I have the ability to make ice."
Brian pointed at the carpet between the sofa and chair and an ice sculpture of a swan appeared. Emily's eyes opened wider into shock, her jaw loosing strength, and the phone dropping from her hands.
"How did you do that? It's amazing!" Emily touched the top of the swan, jerking her hand back as the cold burned her fingers.
"It's so cold!"
An annoyingly loud car salesman appeared on the screen, drowning out what Brian said. The floor rumbled as Emily looked for the remote, causing even more stress. The quake became worse when she couldn't find it. Plates began falling from shelves and the ice swan's neck broke.
Brian jumped from his seat and manually turned the T.V. off, the notable difference in volume calming Emily, and in turn, the quake reduced to nothing.
"Emily, I think that you have the power to control the ground."
Emily laughed nervously, entertained at the creative guest.
"Oh yeah, I just close my eyes and say 'ground tremble' and..."
The ground sprang into action, jostling the two about.
"Emily, tell it to stop!" Brian held the T.V. set from crashing to the ground.
Emily looked around stunned. Everything she owned was vibrating from the quake. The high semi traffic she complained of to the city council didn't really exist, just as they had said. It was her all along. She had the ability, no, the power to control the ground.
"Stop," she pointed down until the quake ended.
Brian sat back down into the recliner, relief evident in his face. Emily stood, still pointing to the ground, remembering everything since the "traffic increase," trying to discern what was real.
The doorbell brought her out of the past.
"It must be my neighbors, checking up on my after the quakes." Emily waddled to the front door.
Looking back at her through the screen were a man and a woman, panic in their eyes. She could see just past them, a white car lodged into a giant fissure in the middle of the street. She barely even noticed her nausea had vanished.
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Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2006-09-28 17:36:35 EDT (#)
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Submitted by freebie (user info) at 2006-09-28 15:40:15 EDT (#)
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Eh, this is okay. Its just not great.