FSOG NIGHTMARE10: ENTER THE ADMIRAL:
The air is clear, the rains have washed away the smell of humanity. Leaving just the budding flower along the path between the Humanities building and the Math lab. I smile at the fun we just had listening to a reading of Robert Frosts Mending Walls by the head of the Humanities department. Dr. Worth is a brilliant orator.
Mending Wall
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing: 5
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made, 10
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go. 15
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
We wear our fingers rough with handling them. 20
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors."
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
"Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it 30
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, 35
That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. 40
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors." 45
We meander as I don't have a class for a full hour. We are scheduled to meet up with Jose, on the lawn below the library for picnic tea and cookies. Bee is buzzing with happiness, As Michal is home and free of the Government. Dad and Carrick did a lot to get him out and clear of any entanglements.
Gail is meeting Bee afterwards to go dress shopping for the Gala next week. When She a Michal public announce their marriage. Mr. Michal and Phoebe Grey-Theodopolis is happy living at Sea Meadow with us. They've taken over the room next to the flower garden. I nearly fainted when the Gardener quit, because Bee kept rearranging the plantings. Seem I don't need a Gardener when I have my sister-in-law.
They both enjoy doing the yard work. Bee is happiest kneeing in the dirt talking to her friendly flowers and shrubs. The Girl has a magical green thumb. She splits her time, gardening and teaching advanced post-master's math and number theory.
Several universities want to gift her research and think tanks to explorer her mind. But she refuses; preferring to be here with us, and Michal. Enjoying the world. She is giggling telling me about the mathematical formulas of the poem, how Dr. Worth voice resonates in mathematical parameters; how the flower blooms we pass are fractal, symmetric and beautiful.
We giggling married twenty-somethings. We walk arm in arm, swapping secrets and lies. Watching this spring day before Easter Sunday, in an unusually clear, sunny Seattle spring day.
"Well! Well! Simponi! Remember me?" Say a tall, fake blonde with bad teeth. He blocks are path, moving to corral us. I know Sawyer is seconds behind me, Michal is working at Grey House this day.
"Annie!" she whimpers hiding behind me.
"Move out of our way!" I yell. Calm and forceful. I step in front of Bee.
"Who are you? She belongs to me now. The Admiral sold me your contract. Simponi!"
"Phoebe has no contract with the Admiral or anyone else. So, you can't own her. NOW MOVE ASIDE!"
"Feisty little coed slut, maybe I'll take you both. But for now. Simponi Follow me our else it's the belt!"
"OUR YOU HARD OF HEARING MORON! She not going anywhere with you, ever! You don't own her and if you threaten her again. I will prevent your assault and intimidation. I fear for my live and her's!"
"you better feel threatened BIT #$#$H! Because I like making her screammm_ _ _ _AGGGGH OOOOOH!" He finishes the thought is painful screams, as I kicked his kneecap into shoulder. Laying on the ground, withering in pain. Sawyer adds swift kick to the Kidneys. Campus police run up, Shit the Deputy commander of the College police force.
"Hi Deputy Chief Sam. He tried to take me away, said bad words, mean words and mean promises. My sister-in-law Anna defended me." Bee says, why am I not surprised she has the campus police force wrapped around her finger. Sawyer explains what happened. As Gail and Jose with several Campus friends run up.
Gail hold the two of us, giving us such perfect motherly support and love.
"Mrs. Grey did you feel threatened?" Chief Sam asks.
"I told him: 'You don't own her and if you threaten her again. I will prevent your assault and intimidation. I fear for my live and her's': An I did fear for my life and Bee's"
"Excellent words. Anyone hear that?" I'm heartened by several raised hands. The police take statements. We watch the evil shit carried away on a stretcher. I saw Jose having words with one of the EMT's. I suspect the evil shit will get a bumpy ride.
"Well girls, lets go have tea. I made your favorite chocolate overload cookies. I hope they are still there. I would hate to have the EMT's come back for an outbreak of student body sugar overload." She takes are arms and dances us to the blanket on the grass below the library building.
"Students, I would expect the Staff to be comatose after our sinful five Chocolate brownies last month for the track team fundraiser." I giggle back.
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Seattle University Medical Center Emergency room.
"Grace? Please let it go. I am not going to the Gala next week in a monkey suit. Please! I have a simple black suit, it looks good? I swear. Please?" I beg but have learned Mama Grey is very particular about family being properly and matched for these occasions. All the others males have broken and kowtowed to Female Fashionistas. They will be wearing Tux's. I know it useless, she hands me a card with the tailor and time and date for my fitting.
"I also sent you an email, added to Aaron's and Jesse's calendars. Had it posted on your bedroom door. Both sides." She smirks at me. I'm a goner. I hate monkey suits, almost as bad as regular suits. I'm a jeans and t-shirt kind of guy or scrubs.
"Dr. Sargent! Incoming Assault victim." Grace follows me over to the door to wait the arrival. Since Grace teaches here twice a week, she has privileges. She's very calming, experience in these matters. I lucked out that Jose BFF Anna mother-in-law has taken us all in. Aaron is moving to be a Partner in Carrick law firm. Tim is bro-macing Elliot; the muscle heads, while interning with Roz at Grey house. His eight languages are perfect for Mergers and Acquisition in the Pacific Rim.
Jesse's is starting a culinary degree with help from Gail and Mrs. Ward. I've moved into Escala with Jose. Mrs. Ward the new housekeeper is a doll. Since Gail is now at Anna's House, we cooking imparted males need support. I suspect the stoic Welch is smitten with Mrs. Ward; he's been by nearly everyday; the two widowers are very suited to each other.
The door pops open as the gurney rolls in. Jack the EMT's looks worried. The patient is tall, obvious fake blonde, bad teeth with a leg splint around his left knee. He seems in a unusually amount of pain. Didn't they give him a pain shot?
"Lucky! Ommm Dr. Grey? you can't work on him. Gladys, we need a new doctor!" Jack says very afraid.
"Why not?" I boom!
"He was assaulting Mrs. Grey and Phoebe. Keeps yelling he own's Phoebe. That he's going to beat the crap out her when he gets out of here." The words sink in. I grab Grace before she can leap past me to kick his ass. Carrying her outside. She is a handful when she's Mama grizzly bear.
"Grace? Lucky? Our you two, OK?" The head ER nurse says.
"What happened?"
"Dr. Wilson gave him a pain shot and ordered him transferred to Tacoma General. The police agreed, given how many people know Bee here and on the force. Between Jason, Luke and Michal I'm surprise they didn't shoot the bastard."
"Luke do his knee in?" Grace asks
"Nope Anna did. The bastard tried to take Bee, claiming some Admiral sold her to him. Know anything?"
"Yea, the bastard ran a government think tank in Amherst, burned up genius. He's now retired and commanding a shit house trailer in Yuma. I'll call Carrick. Get him going on the both bastards. Did you catch his name?"
"yea Jack Hyde, like the monster he is."
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Bee-pov: later that afternoon: Sea Meadow
I lay here in my garden in shadow of Anna' house. Thinking about the evil that has resurfaced. Will I ever be free from these mean men. I look at the clods floating by try calculating the forms and vectors. A thought invades my mind from a book long ago in my youth.
The Cloud By Percy Bysshe Shelley
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
I vision Anna and Chris being the gods making the flower bloom and be beautifully.
I sift the snow on the mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast;
And all the night 'tis my pillow white,
While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,
Lightning my pilot sits;
In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,
It struggles and howls at fits;
Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,
This pilot is guiding me,
Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea;
Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,
Over the lakes and the plains,
Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
The Spirit he loves remains;
And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile,
Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
And his burning plumes outspread,
Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,
When the morning star shines dead;
As on the jag of a mountain crag,
Which an earthquake rocks and swings,
An eagle alit one moment may sit
In the light of its golden wings.
And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
Its ardours of rest and of love,
And the crimson pall of eve may fall
From the depth of Heaven above,
With wings folded I rest, on mine aëry nest,
As still as a brooding dove.
Michal is my brooding star, my sunrise in these darkening days. I know with my family sunshine will always follow. The math is simple and always correct.
That orbèd maiden with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the Moon,
Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,
By the midnight breezes strewn;
And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,
Which only the angels hear,
May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,
Like a swarm of golden bees, Bee that me, loving and caring for my flowers and family. Happily floating on their love.
When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,
Till calm the rivers, lakes, and seas,
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved with the moon and these.
I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone,
And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl;
The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim,
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,
Over a torrent sea,
Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,
The mountains its columns be.
The triumphal arch through which I march
With hurricane, fire, and snow,
When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair,
Is the million-coloured bow;
The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove,
While the moist Earth was laughing below.
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again. me, I am the new rain, the cloud floating past. I am reborn every morning.
This soothing too feel the meter, the rhythm. The pure math of the form. The visions. Yet, it is my family that invades me, making me happy and loved. A coordinate in the infinite universe; this is my place and I will not leave or allow anyone to move me from my nullus, nulla nulla punctus (0,0,0 origin point on a graph)
I let my mind wander to the Forest House, before Michal, when Hyde would torment me to complete my work, always pushing, touching me, humiliating me. Making me fear, and scream. He would freak his thing while I withered in the punishment chair. The sting of the belt, the laughter of his glee. Memories I need to purge, forget. Make null in my universe.
I feel Gail, lay next to me, holding me, I never knew my mother. Just photos in an old album, my father mug shot after he ran off the road into the river. Police say my mother threw me out to save me. I can't form algorithm for why they did what they did. And why they hated me so much. The words on the picture backs speak of witchcraft and Salem solutions.
Gail is my new mother, like my brother Christian and Anna's new mother. I love when Jason pushes me on the swing set. I image what a father really is, seeing Michal with our children. I see Sophie, their daughter, has never know pain and lone. Dark alone in the wilderness of strange mind. My mind is different the doctors call me retarded, the admiral called me an idiot savant. the world sees me as demented and abnormal.
Yet here at nullus, nulla nulla punctus. I am not alone. I am part of the inclusive group of Steele and Grey. we form a parametric family algorithm{ f X ( ⋅ ; θ ) ∣ θ ∈ Θ }. people whose differences depend only on the chosen values for a set to form a family unit. The parameters of love, happiness, and loyalty. I am easily in these groups. Not an odd-ball, abdominal, retarded or alien. Just me, Phoebe.
"little one, soon the herd will stomp in, what to help me cook some Salmon and rice for dinner?"
"Mommy Gail, do you think the clouds are 'This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move' my purpose to be?'
"Little Daughter of mine, you are perfect as you are. you need not have a pilot or genii. You only need for family to love you; a we do so very much."
"Ok, lets cook, I want to make spring rolls go with the Salmon and rice. What kind of rice?"
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Grey house:
Security jumps Michal as the report hit Grey House. Jason simply walked into meeting room with the Takoma merge talks; a deck me. I woke up to being tie wrapped in my office and chair. Michal next to me is tie wrapped as well.
"Chris! Anna and Bee were attacked at school. They are all right, BOTH OF THEM!"
"Alright I'm calm. What happened." I ask as Michal explodes in fury to get loose. I see Parks holding two taser guns.
After he calms down, Jason covers the incident. Michal is foaming at the mouth to run to Tacoma and kill this Hyde. A nurse walks in and tranq's him.
"Jason?"
"Hyde was one of the Admiral boogeymen men to keep the genius in line. He took an unnatural obsession, sexual with Bee. Never got to rape, but Michal tells me he had to on more than one occasion takes Hyde out to the woods and beat him senseless. So? orders?"
"I leave it in yours and Welch capable hands. I prefer to not know if karma would happen to fall on him. If any doubts, confer with Ray and Jose Sr. I never want either ladies, or any ladies to have fears and nightmares about IT. Clear?"
"Crystal clear. Andrea will be in with cutters in about twenty minutes. try some mediation, mindfulness. Get it out of your system before we head home." Jason pats my shoulder, help Michal back into a sitting position from the floor.
After he leaves we talk. He lets all of his fears and doubts out into the air. I see how tormented he is at not stopping Bee's pain. I feel the same about Three, I wish I had know her then, made the demons lessen and disappear from her mind and body.
We bond a little deeper than in-laws. We are the champions of our wives, we will fight, and even die for their happiness, and safety.
Andrea finally cuts us loose, reminding us we can't leave till four o'clock. Anna's and Bee's orders. Our soulmates have us wrapped around their dainty little sensual, sexy talented fingers. I excuse myself and go whack off in my private bathroom. Anna fires my heart, body and soul. I doubt seriously I will ever get tired of coming with her, even if it's just pictures in my mind.
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Four days later: Tacoma general hospital: midnight
The staff is sleepy, harassed and stretch thin. No one notices the quiet average man in scrubs walk thru the nearly deserted halls, his face obscured and undefined. It doesn't matter the CCTV system blew its fused in the main hub. No CCTV for at least two hours.
Door 405 leads into the dual room, no roommate tonight for the criminal. He's recovering from total knee replacement, seem a petite brunette shattered his paella and ball. Good, very good.
I take the small CO2 charged punch, something they use to kill cows for slaughter. I walk up, slowly turn the evil shit on his side, placing the pillow over his head and mouth.
I find the C3 vertebrae, the perfect spot to leave the evil, paralyzed forever. The punch fits right on the bone. Three hits, the bone, spinal cord is powdered dust. He will never harm another soul, I use the last charge to shatter his jaw at the joint. Powered jaw joint, the Crepitus will be bad forever. I leave as quietly and unobserved as I entered.
Jose and Ray both have alibis, I board my flight back to Afghan hills, my three-day states side leave is up. I smile at the flight attendant, maybe she like the ribbons on my jacket. Might get laid, mile high if I'm lucky. I flirt when she hands me my drink. She whispers after dinner.
I toast my good fortune and my two god kids. Annie and Jose Jr., may they keep the happiness they have found. They deserve it. I look forward to holding my god-children children. Watching them, finally have peace and happiness and a bright future.
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Yuma same night.
The Trailer is empty, the pig disappeared. The government is pissed and hurt he's gone rogue. The Think-Tanks files have disappeared. The Admiral is now open season, with a dose of revenge.
"Jose?"
"Ray, we will find, fix and extreme prejudice the admiral."
I stare at the writing on the trailer wall. A promise of evil on our girls. I couldn't stop #3 or the evil at Amherst. But now, here. I crack my knuckles.
"I promise kids. We will make them disappear, forever. Never to dark your skies."
"Yea Ray. No body threats our family and lives."
"let's get going, the hunt is on, and I want his head on a hook, looking for big Great White off the coast."
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