I am a lady of few words. Except for the whole bunch of them down there.
Abandoned Sand Castles (7/8)
Lady of the Lillies
The ocean is a jealous lover. Her scorn is to be feared and avoided by all
men. Caresses you sweetly as she twists the knife deeper in your flesh.
Smiling still as you get lost in her. Whispering softly as the blood falls
and poisons.
Waves of her wrath smash mercilessly against the beach. She is like the
mother disciplining the innocent child. Over and over again, without reason
or pattern that I can discern.I fear that it is my time.
The wind, a sullen and bitter messenger brings me her voice. I run towards
the words. "Life is complications. Love is living with them."
My sanctuary wails at it's foundations with the words. It crashes into the
sea and on to me. Someone is laughing.
I wonder what Freud would have to say about that?
"What the hell were you thinking? I mean, he's a doctor?" Of all things I
wanted in the birth of this new day, Maria's anger was not one of them.
"I didn't exactly drag him there!" I hear Michael's footsteps head towards
the shadows where he is safer.
Isabel's figure eclipses the light. "Shut up. Both of you." Her touch I feel
on my shoulder. "Max?"
I try to open my eyes and then quickly shut them. "Leave me to die."
Sulking in the corner of the room, I can feel Michael smile. "How's a
feeling Maximillian?"
"Like hell. You haven't called me that since high school." I roll myself out
of the bed and try to support my newborn legs with Isabel. Michael smirks in
the corner with graceful experience.
Just waiting for an excuse to leave the scene, Maria jumps up at the sound
of a knock at the door. Pausing only at the door to undo the locks, she
opens it a crack. Shock registers on her face as she lets the door swing
open. "Kyle?"
The bumbling cop we met in the station is a glimmer in this man's determined
walk. He nods to Maria and scans the room. "Good morning."
Shutting the door behind her, Maria gives a worried look to Michael. His
tension radiates in the room. The discomfort only seems to make Kyle stronger.
"I want to talk to Max. Alone."
Immediately we lock in an exchange of wills. Maria is the first to break.
She grabs her jacket, smokes and presence from the room. "I'll talk to you
later."
In the shadows, like a cat of prey, Michael stalks out after her. He is a
hunter, in the darkest sense of the word.
Isabel is the only one to hesitate. She hovers near me and then strides
towards the ajar door. "Don't take too long."
"We won't." Then, Kyle and I are alone. I motion to the table and stumble
into one of the chairs.
Crossing his fingers, Kyle looks me straight in the eye. "I came here to
talk to you about something that's been bothering me."
Nervously, I scan my mind. "What would that be?"
A strange look I can't classify creeps into Kyle's eyes. "I want to talk
about Liz Parker."
The way that Kyle Valenti looks at me is like a beaten dog. Kicked and
thrown into the corner enough times that all it lives for anymore is the
moment. The moment where their master turns their back. Lurking. Hiding the
hate in their eyes.
But Kyle has never had any patience. His smile is malicious. "For the
longest time, I blamed you." The silence is calculated. Enough time for him
to take out his gun from the holster and set it between us. "For Liz's
death. For taking her from me."
I sit and stare at the gun. How simple it is. The numbing mindlessness of it
all. That this simple machine has replaced God for the needy and desperate.
"I'm sorry." It lands on deaf ears.
"No you aren't," Kyle contradicts as he takes the gun and strokes it
absently. "Do you know that for the past seven years I have been figuring
out exactly how to kill you? How to make you pay for what you did?"
"I didn't shoot her." The dangerous aura around him turns shades to anger.
"No. No you didn't." Kyle takes the gun and aims it at my temple.
Cold sweat. Hot metal on flesh. No fear inside. I feel nothing. Instead I
know the hunger and desperation for death that haunts the beaches. My
spoiled beaches. Through Kyle, I can feel this desperation grow and swell.
I look through those ruined eyes of his. "You don't want to do this. This
isn't what should happen. Go home Kyle." I rise and then I give him what he
wants.I turn my back.The first shot hits me in the upper back.
The second, as I fall, as Kyle stands over me, hits me in the chest.
The third, I remember by the look of surprise in Kyle's eye. He looks almost
disappointed. "You're dying. You can't die."
The forth shot proves him wrong.
Abandoned Sand Castles (7/8)
Lady of the Lillies
The ocean is a jealous lover. Her scorn is to be feared and avoided by all
men. Caresses you sweetly as she twists the knife deeper in your flesh.
Smiling still as you get lost in her. Whispering softly as the blood falls
and poisons.
Waves of her wrath smash mercilessly against the beach. She is like the
mother disciplining the innocent child. Over and over again, without reason
or pattern that I can discern.I fear that it is my time.
The wind, a sullen and bitter messenger brings me her voice. I run towards
the words. "Life is complications. Love is living with them."
My sanctuary wails at it's foundations with the words. It crashes into the
sea and on to me. Someone is laughing.
I wonder what Freud would have to say about that?
"What the hell were you thinking? I mean, he's a doctor?" Of all things I
wanted in the birth of this new day, Maria's anger was not one of them.
"I didn't exactly drag him there!" I hear Michael's footsteps head towards
the shadows where he is safer.
Isabel's figure eclipses the light. "Shut up. Both of you." Her touch I feel
on my shoulder. "Max?"
I try to open my eyes and then quickly shut them. "Leave me to die."
Sulking in the corner of the room, I can feel Michael smile. "How's a
feeling Maximillian?"
"Like hell. You haven't called me that since high school." I roll myself out
of the bed and try to support my newborn legs with Isabel. Michael smirks in
the corner with graceful experience.
Just waiting for an excuse to leave the scene, Maria jumps up at the sound
of a knock at the door. Pausing only at the door to undo the locks, she
opens it a crack. Shock registers on her face as she lets the door swing
open. "Kyle?"
The bumbling cop we met in the station is a glimmer in this man's determined
walk. He nods to Maria and scans the room. "Good morning."
Shutting the door behind her, Maria gives a worried look to Michael. His
tension radiates in the room. The discomfort only seems to make Kyle stronger.
"I want to talk to Max. Alone."
Immediately we lock in an exchange of wills. Maria is the first to break.
She grabs her jacket, smokes and presence from the room. "I'll talk to you
later."
In the shadows, like a cat of prey, Michael stalks out after her. He is a
hunter, in the darkest sense of the word.
Isabel is the only one to hesitate. She hovers near me and then strides
towards the ajar door. "Don't take too long."
"We won't." Then, Kyle and I are alone. I motion to the table and stumble
into one of the chairs.
Crossing his fingers, Kyle looks me straight in the eye. "I came here to
talk to you about something that's been bothering me."
Nervously, I scan my mind. "What would that be?"
A strange look I can't classify creeps into Kyle's eyes. "I want to talk
about Liz Parker."
The way that Kyle Valenti looks at me is like a beaten dog. Kicked and
thrown into the corner enough times that all it lives for anymore is the
moment. The moment where their master turns their back. Lurking. Hiding the
hate in their eyes.
But Kyle has never had any patience. His smile is malicious. "For the
longest time, I blamed you." The silence is calculated. Enough time for him
to take out his gun from the holster and set it between us. "For Liz's
death. For taking her from me."
I sit and stare at the gun. How simple it is. The numbing mindlessness of it
all. That this simple machine has replaced God for the needy and desperate.
"I'm sorry." It lands on deaf ears.
"No you aren't," Kyle contradicts as he takes the gun and strokes it
absently. "Do you know that for the past seven years I have been figuring
out exactly how to kill you? How to make you pay for what you did?"
"I didn't shoot her." The dangerous aura around him turns shades to anger.
"No. No you didn't." Kyle takes the gun and aims it at my temple.
Cold sweat. Hot metal on flesh. No fear inside. I feel nothing. Instead I
know the hunger and desperation for death that haunts the beaches. My
spoiled beaches. Through Kyle, I can feel this desperation grow and swell.
I look through those ruined eyes of his. "You don't want to do this. This
isn't what should happen. Go home Kyle." I rise and then I give him what he
wants.I turn my back.The first shot hits me in the upper back.
The second, as I fall, as Kyle stands over me, hits me in the chest.
The third, I remember by the look of surprise in Kyle's eye. He looks almost
disappointed. "You're dying. You can't die."
The forth shot proves him wrong.