Back A Ways
By Keo Siph
The Incredibles © Disney Corp.
AN: LOTS of metaphors. Try and keep up. .
The rain slashed down. My feet ground into the drowning grass. This, in actuallity, was rather common; with my speed, I always ended in a quick stop. But, now... now shock stole my feet from under me, and my hands drew up in a cringe.
My red sneakers glistened in the trail of red that had led me to her.
Violet was here, somewhere. Her invisibility had come up long ago. I could easily say she'd had it up since the incident.
Since the blood started flowwing.
Now, the rain drew her form with its dropplets, sparkles of the cloud-doused sunlight rippling along her shape. Her knees shook, shaking water into the pools around her. Her fingers clenched and unclenched, loosening and tightening upon their bounty. Her eyes, hollow in their invisibility, whisked over me spasmodically, ripping my flesh from my bones in her head until I was as incomplete as she was, nothing more that a space where rain did not fall. Where the blood dripping down her side outlined a well-muscled leg.
A man's soft hair rippled over her fingers. One arm's hand that was not her own hung against her knee. The neck and shoulders of what ws left of her beloved blocked her abdomen from the rain.
There was nothing more to this person.
All I saw was rain.
I could see her as she had been. Smaller. Younger. Loving. Her boyfriend hanging off her arm. Hair band bending the deep sea away from her face only to drown one in her eyes. So many had fallen for her... She laughed. She played volleyball like no other. She shared lunches and bargained dollars off friends.
She got caught in a crossfire of war paint.
She dressed as a clown for the wrong party.
She dropped her clarinet in a concert.
She ripped her dress right up the seem.
Now she stood against the backdrop of a rippling forest of brown shadows, black trunks, gray skies, and blue leaves that covered a dangerous ground.
She was no longer the same. Her hair had fallen from the band, both her eyes scrying his form through a veil of self-grown pitch.
How I wished it was as it had been, back on the roads we had come down to get here. When she was a colorful, bright sister. Not a monster in her same old body.
Not a wraith with hair of strangling hangman's knots and hands of a falcon, clutching the corpse of her soul mate.
And all that showed was the rain, and the tears upon her cheeks. For that was how her invisible eyes showed the light that she still could not contain.
She turned, then.
All that flowed in her wake was rivers of molten lives.
I caught a final glimpse before she was gone in the wood, a nimph of the darkest shadows and brightest leaves, where she would be one with the utter alone that lived there, breathed itself from the trees.
A single glimpse of eyes dimpled with a smirk of irony, rain finding her face in white reflections.