Past the Mission
By Moi lol
"Yes I am the anchorman,
dining here with Son of Sam..."
~ Tori Amos, "Way Down"
"Past the Mission: Chapter Six: 'Judas'"
A/N: HAHA! ANOTHER CHAPTER! It's weird lmao but whatever I need some fluff now.
I was in a small, deep pond. Well, I was in the shallow part for a bit but I took one step too
far. Something was dragging me down, deeper into the water. I started choking on the water
getting into my lungs through my nose and mouth. I looked around for someone to help me,
flailing my hands desperately. And I found myself, looking at me gravely.
"Why won't you move your hand a bit and help me?!" I asked furiously.
"Because you have to get punished somehow, do you not?"
I knew exactly what he was talking about and said, "But what about emotionally?" i started
choking again, and it was starting to get more difficult to breathe. The weight was still
forcing me under and no matter how hard I kicked and tryed to stay up, it did very little.
"Well, you are your mundane side and I'm your spiritual side, and watching you suffer physically
is punishing me anyway ... even though it's probably not enough," I said calmly to me.
So I started going down, not bothering anymore to stay afloat. The water filled my lungs more
and more as I--
And then I woke up, coughing very hard. Well, that was a bad dream. I'm gonna eat now.
"Why the hell are you coughing so loud?! Woke me up dammit! And here your cereal," said
Magdalena, pushing a bowl of cornflakes to me when I sat at the table, still coughing.
She went around the house, getting some leaf thingies, boiled some water, dipped the leaves
in the water and put it all into a cup. She put it near my face and said expressionlessly,
"Breathe," and I did. "Now drink this," she instructed. So I did and it worked, although I said,
'Why do you always have to give me leaf things to help my health? Can't you give me Tylenol
like normal people do?"
Magda didn't get pissed off, but started explaining to me stuff about the crap I said.
"One, Tylenol isn't for cough. It's aspirin. Second, herbal remedies, also-known-as "them
leaf things" work fine, don't they? And also, you know my love for spending money, and buying
these leaves cost more than the Tylenol, my sweet Judas," she said while she was unwhirling the
bandage from my head.
And of course, I am the sweet Judas because that's one of my middle names (my full name is
Sirius Judas Lorenzo Black) and we can all thank my father or my idiotic middle names. And
for the time when me and Magda hated each other, we refused to call each other my our first
names, and her calling me Judas stuck I suppose.
She threw out the bandage and threw me a shirt. "The back of your shirt's full of blood, go
change and I'll clean it tommorow," she said, still in a monotone voice.
"My God! Skye's excited today, isn't she?!" I exclaimed, full of expression, and calling her
by her own middle name.
"Yes, I am..."
"I'm going out side" she said then, throwing on a leather jacket.
I looked outside. It was late November and it was windy and hell it was cold. "What?
You trying to get sick or something?"
"Yes! Then no work for me!" she said, skipping out the door.
~*~
Do you know how much fun CDs are?
I was born with the curiosity of a 5-year-old, just starting to realize how many fun and shiny
things there are out there. And I never, ever grew out of it.
So of course CDs amuse me very much, because (1) They're SHINY! and (2) They SPIN! Um...
anyways! So I'm just checking out some of Magdalena's CDs. She still has old ones like The
Beatles and Bob Dylan, and then she has these ... new people. And they just plain scare the
bloody hell out of me.BR
Like Tori Amos. I decided to check her out, so I popped a CD into the tray. I put it on 'Lucky
No. 7' and then this weird tune comes on and then she starts singing 'So I want to kill this
Waitress...' and as the music continues, she starts practically SCREAMING "Ooh I believe in
peace! Ooh I believe in peace bitch!' so I turned it off. I'm just recovering from the shock,
because the sound was also loud.
Well, I'm happy enough with my oldies music, thank you very much, like 'Mr. Tambourine Man'
and things like that. At least they don't yell...
No one appreciates good ol' Bobby anymore. I was listening to 'Changing of the Guards' and
realized that I missed that song. That was a pretty good song too. No one would like it
anymore but that's their problem. Heh.
After about three songs, I left, deciding that Magda would've gotten sick enough by now and
that I should get her back inside.
I found her spinning around like crazy, her burnished gold hair whipping around her head.
She was singing a song too, that went "Father Lucifer you never looked so sane... you always
did prefer the drizzle to the rain..."
When she finished her song she fell onto a pile of leaves, laughing her head off.
I leaned over her. "Hi!" I said really loud.
"Hi!" she said in a high pitched voice and then started talking again.
I looked at her and asked "OK, where did you go last night and who did you talk to?"
She looked up at me mischeviously. "I went downtown and talked to someone named Alana..." she
said as she started fingering something in her pocket.
"Magger'Z! What'd I tell you about drugs! They're bad!" I shouted, shaking her jokingly.
"Aww... I can't have LITTLE bit?"
"Nope!"
She took out whatever she had in her pocket, which turned out to be an Aero Chocolate bar.
"Give me that!" I shouted, wrestling her to the ground.
"No! It's MINE!!!!!!" she schreeched in a maciac voice.
So we fought over it for the next 10 minutes until we agreed to share it.
After a few minutes of calm and quiet chocolate eating I started coghing badly again, probably
from the cold. Well, maybe not. I wasn;t coughing like I was sick now. I was coughing like
something was choking me.
Magdalena looked at me worriedly. "You go back inside, ok? I'm gonn abuy more chocolate after I
get you some more tea," she said with a smile.
As I stood up to leave, I felt extremely light headed, and saw black dots in my eyes, but the
symptoms faded away after a minute.
After I drank the tea, (which I practically choked on from whatever was choking me) I went to
go back asleep again. Sleep always helps your problems I've noticed. You can run away from the
world.
Then I started to drift off, I heard a sinister voice say, "You're so small."
"No i'm not!" I said angrily. What the hell! I was 6 foot 3 inches for the sake of the Lord!
"And you're so weak and tiny and unimportant," he kept going on.
I Kept hearing him again and again in my head, telling me how stupid and dumb and weak and
small i was, and i kept moaning, "Go away, stop it, no I'm not..." and finally I grabbed a
crucifix pendant tht my mother had given to me once upon a time ago.
And it burned my skin.
As the steam left the mark on my hand, it formed an obviously evil face and faded quickly.
This, I quickly decided was either Satan or a Demon possesing me. I know, it sounds very sci-fi
and Excorsist-ish, but that was all I could think of. It was way too real for me to be
hallucinating anyways.
And from this lead I also figured out that the many attempts ot Exsorcise me (the Church was
convinced that I was possessed for some odd reason) has caused this instead of preventing it.
Weird, huh?
And I was thinking this over and I all I did was.
Laugh. Out. Loud.
By Moi lol
"Yes I am the anchorman,
dining here with Son of Sam..."
~ Tori Amos, "Way Down"
"Past the Mission: Chapter Six: 'Judas'"
A/N: HAHA! ANOTHER CHAPTER! It's weird lmao but whatever I need some fluff now.
I was in a small, deep pond. Well, I was in the shallow part for a bit but I took one step too
far. Something was dragging me down, deeper into the water. I started choking on the water
getting into my lungs through my nose and mouth. I looked around for someone to help me,
flailing my hands desperately. And I found myself, looking at me gravely.
"Why won't you move your hand a bit and help me?!" I asked furiously.
"Because you have to get punished somehow, do you not?"
I knew exactly what he was talking about and said, "But what about emotionally?" i started
choking again, and it was starting to get more difficult to breathe. The weight was still
forcing me under and no matter how hard I kicked and tryed to stay up, it did very little.
"Well, you are your mundane side and I'm your spiritual side, and watching you suffer physically
is punishing me anyway ... even though it's probably not enough," I said calmly to me.
So I started going down, not bothering anymore to stay afloat. The water filled my lungs more
and more as I--
And then I woke up, coughing very hard. Well, that was a bad dream. I'm gonna eat now.
"Why the hell are you coughing so loud?! Woke me up dammit! And here your cereal," said
Magdalena, pushing a bowl of cornflakes to me when I sat at the table, still coughing.
She went around the house, getting some leaf thingies, boiled some water, dipped the leaves
in the water and put it all into a cup. She put it near my face and said expressionlessly,
"Breathe," and I did. "Now drink this," she instructed. So I did and it worked, although I said,
'Why do you always have to give me leaf things to help my health? Can't you give me Tylenol
like normal people do?"
Magda didn't get pissed off, but started explaining to me stuff about the crap I said.
"One, Tylenol isn't for cough. It's aspirin. Second, herbal remedies, also-known-as "them
leaf things" work fine, don't they? And also, you know my love for spending money, and buying
these leaves cost more than the Tylenol, my sweet Judas," she said while she was unwhirling the
bandage from my head.
And of course, I am the sweet Judas because that's one of my middle names (my full name is
Sirius Judas Lorenzo Black) and we can all thank my father or my idiotic middle names. And
for the time when me and Magda hated each other, we refused to call each other my our first
names, and her calling me Judas stuck I suppose.
She threw out the bandage and threw me a shirt. "The back of your shirt's full of blood, go
change and I'll clean it tommorow," she said, still in a monotone voice.
"My God! Skye's excited today, isn't she?!" I exclaimed, full of expression, and calling her
by her own middle name.
"Yes, I am..."
"I'm going out side" she said then, throwing on a leather jacket.
I looked outside. It was late November and it was windy and hell it was cold. "What?
You trying to get sick or something?"
"Yes! Then no work for me!" she said, skipping out the door.
~*~
Do you know how much fun CDs are?
I was born with the curiosity of a 5-year-old, just starting to realize how many fun and shiny
things there are out there. And I never, ever grew out of it.
So of course CDs amuse me very much, because (1) They're SHINY! and (2) They SPIN! Um...
anyways! So I'm just checking out some of Magdalena's CDs. She still has old ones like The
Beatles and Bob Dylan, and then she has these ... new people. And they just plain scare the
bloody hell out of me.BR
Like Tori Amos. I decided to check her out, so I popped a CD into the tray. I put it on 'Lucky
No. 7' and then this weird tune comes on and then she starts singing 'So I want to kill this
Waitress...' and as the music continues, she starts practically SCREAMING "Ooh I believe in
peace! Ooh I believe in peace bitch!' so I turned it off. I'm just recovering from the shock,
because the sound was also loud.
Well, I'm happy enough with my oldies music, thank you very much, like 'Mr. Tambourine Man'
and things like that. At least they don't yell...
No one appreciates good ol' Bobby anymore. I was listening to 'Changing of the Guards' and
realized that I missed that song. That was a pretty good song too. No one would like it
anymore but that's their problem. Heh.
After about three songs, I left, deciding that Magda would've gotten sick enough by now and
that I should get her back inside.
I found her spinning around like crazy, her burnished gold hair whipping around her head.
She was singing a song too, that went "Father Lucifer you never looked so sane... you always
did prefer the drizzle to the rain..."
When she finished her song she fell onto a pile of leaves, laughing her head off.
I leaned over her. "Hi!" I said really loud.
"Hi!" she said in a high pitched voice and then started talking again.
I looked at her and asked "OK, where did you go last night and who did you talk to?"
She looked up at me mischeviously. "I went downtown and talked to someone named Alana..." she
said as she started fingering something in her pocket.
"Magger'Z! What'd I tell you about drugs! They're bad!" I shouted, shaking her jokingly.
"Aww... I can't have LITTLE bit?"
"Nope!"
She took out whatever she had in her pocket, which turned out to be an Aero Chocolate bar.
"Give me that!" I shouted, wrestling her to the ground.
"No! It's MINE!!!!!!" she schreeched in a maciac voice.
So we fought over it for the next 10 minutes until we agreed to share it.
After a few minutes of calm and quiet chocolate eating I started coghing badly again, probably
from the cold. Well, maybe not. I wasn;t coughing like I was sick now. I was coughing like
something was choking me.
Magdalena looked at me worriedly. "You go back inside, ok? I'm gonn abuy more chocolate after I
get you some more tea," she said with a smile.
As I stood up to leave, I felt extremely light headed, and saw black dots in my eyes, but the
symptoms faded away after a minute.
After I drank the tea, (which I practically choked on from whatever was choking me) I went to
go back asleep again. Sleep always helps your problems I've noticed. You can run away from the
world.
Then I started to drift off, I heard a sinister voice say, "You're so small."
"No i'm not!" I said angrily. What the hell! I was 6 foot 3 inches for the sake of the Lord!
"And you're so weak and tiny and unimportant," he kept going on.
I Kept hearing him again and again in my head, telling me how stupid and dumb and weak and
small i was, and i kept moaning, "Go away, stop it, no I'm not..." and finally I grabbed a
crucifix pendant tht my mother had given to me once upon a time ago.
And it burned my skin.
As the steam left the mark on my hand, it formed an obviously evil face and faded quickly.
This, I quickly decided was either Satan or a Demon possesing me. I know, it sounds very sci-fi
and Excorsist-ish, but that was all I could think of. It was way too real for me to be
hallucinating anyways.
And from this lead I also figured out that the many attempts ot Exsorcise me (the Church was
convinced that I was possessed for some odd reason) has caused this instead of preventing it.
Weird, huh?
And I was thinking this over and I all I did was.
Laugh. Out. Loud.