Tru Calling: Together As One
Part I: Sculpture
Summary: She is the sculpture. She is the creation.
Tru's POV
Molded from non-existence
New life takes her first breath
And then she cries
She is the creation of two opposite halves
Two opposite halves which make a balanced whole
A mold of our bodies
A shape of our love
From non-existence comes the slightest flutter
Within my sacred space
An envelope of protection as our creation blossoms
Into existence
Carefully crafted from a night of infectious passion
Love that transcends farther than I have ever known
More than two bodies drawn together, pulsating with excitement
Between the red silk sheets
To create something from the mold of our bodies
A sculpture of new life
Together as one, we create her
Like a work of art
A sculpture
Our daughter
But every work of art
Must crumble
Must bleed
Colors drained as a hollow emptiness replaced them
That's how I felt a few years later
When she was taken from me
By my own flesh and blood
By the person who created me
Who gave me life
Who let me live
Even now
Even after he knew that I knew who he used to be
He used to be like my other half
My father
Who used to be Death
As Jack was now
Once loved my mother
Then her life ended, the thread cut
No existence
An abrupt end to her existence
Set up by her opposite
My father
Now, though he is no longer Death, he seeks an unfair balance
Knowing about my daughter
The sculpture created by Life and Death
Two opposite halves
Molding a meaningful, beautiful whole
My precious baby girl
Our magnificent creation
And just as every work of art
Must crumble
Must bleed
He kidnaps her
In the dark of night
Gone is the light
When she and I are alone
Slipping a needle into my arm
Drowning me in a spiral of oblivion
He takes her
He takes her away from me
Away from us
His words caustic, his tone unforgiving
I scream as I hear her cries
My screams are hollow, an emptiness filled with longing
Color draining from my cheeks; life draining from my body
Baby
My little girl
Don't take her away
Please come back
Come back
Please
But I am already slipping
Into a warm, inviting oblivion
Sinking deeper
As the blackness overtakes me
The darkness swallows her
And then she can no longer be seen
My beautiful sculpture
At one time, Life and Death molded this creation
Together as one
No longer
Fin.
Author's Note: This piece was inspired by my friend Kati from our many amazingly awesome discussions about art (particularly sculpture), mixed media, film, TV, Tru Calling, and last but not least, literature and disability! Thank you for your insight into creativity I have only barely scratched the surface of. I always look forward to our after class conversations! The inspiration also came from that saying about how art imitates life and life imitates art.
This is my first attempt to try and tell an actual story through poetic verse rather than actual prose narrative. My ideas kept coming to me in short bursts, so I thought the concept was more effective this way. It's split into two parts because some time has passed between the first part and the second part of this one-shot piece.
The last part of this two-shot series will be from Jack's POV. Keep your eyes peeled for it. I'll update as quickly as I can! Until then, reviews would make my day! So please review! Hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!