SIXKILLER
Chapter Fourteen
They left her. Alone and tied up, Abby found no comfort in the dark cold
sewer connection, especially knowing that it will storm with enemy troops very
shortly. She hoped they would be angered with what they saw and terminate her
immediately. She wanted a quick death. She didn't want to end up being the
Visser's personal pawn.
But wasn't that what Sedra was going through? And hadn't Abby felt
safer knowing that the girl was trapped? She felt ashamed of herself, she
didn't realize how terrible the feeling was until now. Abby cursed out loud,
"Its Sixkiller, it isn't Sedra. And she deserves whatever it is she got."
Did Abby deserve what was bestowed upon her? Abby's shoulders shook
violently. She bitterly pitied herself; she had always been the unfortunate
victim of her misfortune. Yet she only allowed herself to cry silently, she
would not cry out loud. And no matter how many times she had cried –and yes,
felt ashamed of crying- in front of the boys, she felt a sort of privacy here,
in the dark where no one was watching her.
If Abby's hands were not restricted as they were, she would have
reached out and wiped away the tears, only her hands were tied cruelly to her
back, and feeling her tears stream across her soft cheek she could not help
remembering how it felt to be stroked by her deceased mother; the guardian angel
of Abigail's dreams.
The memory of her mother calmed her down, as it always did. Abby would
never forget the close resemblance she shared of her mother. Abby did not just
have her mother's looks but her mind as well. Though her mother's hair had
grown white at the roots and lost its reddish tingle through age, worry had
always been evident in her mother's tired green eyes. Although Abby shared her
mother's green eyes, they did not have the paleness her mother's possessed,
instead they were a brilliant vibrant green that reflected Abby's youth.
As Abby listened to moaning metal sounds echoing across the tunnel, she
tried hard to steer clear away from images of death that flashed across her
mind's eyes.
Soon, her heart felt as if it jumped against her throat and was
desperately trying to claw free, she could not bring back the lovely face of her
mother, it was rather lost and out of place in the graphic images of carnage
from previous raids.
They came to her in rapid flashes, each one causing her to jerk
violently, it no longer matter whether or not her eyes were open or not, she saw
the same dark emptiness in front of her, but now, with red and white shadows of
the dead.
They were all people, her conscience seemed to whisper in her
ears, they were all breathing living people with histories and families to go
to.
Did any of her friends have what was considered as a family? No, a
thousand times over, no, no, no. It was the world's fault, if only Abby had
seen a kinder, gentler childhood she would not have flared this badly. If only
her mother was still alive. If only her father cared a bit more about her.
If only Roger's father hadn't died in jail –convicted though
innocent he was, if only his mother had strength to raise poor little Robert and
big Roger up properly. If only they weren't living in a bad neighborhood. If
only his single mother wasn't as poor as she is. If only the universe would
remember that a boy named Jimmy existed, if only she could go and speak to the
family, maybe tell them what happened. If only Dominic's parents paid any
attention to him. If only once did Dominic's mother sit down, pause her busy
life and listen to what Dominic wanted, if only his father wasn't so harsh on
him. If only, if only, if only!
"If only I didn't loose you Victor!" Abby sobbed suddenly, feeling
empty and frustrated, "If only you still cared for me, if only I could have
stopped the inevitable from happening."
This time, Abby's crying was louder, no longer mute, "I'm sorry
Victor!" she screamed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Abby slid down the pole she was tied to, crying and regretting all of
what had happened to her, wallowing deeper in her self pity, "You promised
you'd always be there for me! What did I ever do to you that was so bad?! You
betrayed me, Victor! You betrayed me!"
Abby pressed her head against the pole and started crying out louder, she
felt the tears come down faster since she knew she was partially lying, "I'm
so sorry, Victor, I'm so sorry I turned away from you. I'm sorry I turned to
Tom. I couldn't help it! He was there and you…you weren't! You knew I'd
go after him, you knew it! Why didn't you stop me!" Abby screamed at the
empty tunnel, her shouts bouncing off the walls, "Why didn't you stop me if
you didn't like it, you bastard!"
Abby moaned loudly, "If only, Victor, if only you kept it going
stronger, if only it was you coming to me reassuring. You knew it wouldn't
last forever, you knew it was one sided, why didn't you fight for me?"
"But the fighting is gone, isn't it, Victor?" Abby whispering to
herself now, some corner of her mind witnessed in horror that she was actually
speaking to herself out loud, "The days of golden glory are over. No more
victories, no more bold talk. Each bite the enemy chews in us hurts, we're all
hurting aren't we? No wonder Sixkiller laughed at us when she saw us in the
beginning, we must have been fools to her, and of course we were! She's
experienced with war, we, we weren't! We didn't know what would happen if it
went on long enough…"
Abby's eyes closed at she heard a loud far off banging, she knew it was
time, she savored her sweet memories and tried to loosen her bond to reality,
"My sweet Victorious Victor, my knight in shining armor…where are you
now?"
"Sweet Roger, you wouldn't hurt me would you? If you were here
you'd rip me off this pole and carry me home and I'd be in Ireland with
mother and I'd be talking to Rudy like it was yesterday telling him how proud
I was of him."
Abby's face turned to a tranquil smile, "I'd be riding on you Rudy,
and I wouldn't have a care for this world, I wouldn't. I'd take you to the
old grand pastures and you'd be happy running and I'd be happy ridding you
and mother's calling me -oh she is."
Abby sank deeper in her peaceful shell, savoring every last valuable
second knowing that when the enemy came, her shell would be shattered and
nothing would hide her.
"I'd be running, Rudy. We'd happy; you and I and mother. We'd be
all happy."
Abby shook her head, "Not a thought for this world." She raised her
head to the ceiling imagining it dotted with stars, like the night she spent
with Tom in the forest, that was the best and sweetest thing that ever happened
to her after the war, after people started changing.
Abby cocked her head, "I know a song my mother used to sing for me,
mamma, I shall sing it for you now."
Closing her eyes to recall the wordless song, Abby sang, her mother used
to be a vocalist, and taught her Abigail a few songs or more. This one was a
favorite of Abby's, her mother had sung it to her when she was a child, and
there was peace and kindness in the tones.
Abby imagined slowly releasing her soul, a voluntary,
out-of-the-body-experience. She would float, seemingly in trance, above herself,
and she could see. She could see and hear what happened faintly but nothing
would touch her.
BOOOOOM!
The enemy stormed in.
Abby imagined herself far above, witnessing the troops fanning out and
securing the perimeter. Watching a baffled Visser who was left to stare at the
bonded human female, singing in tranquil peace.
Wondering what on Earth was happening.
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The Visser's been had! Hahhhaha! I've always want to do
that, although I'm afraid I'm going to keep the details of the switch fuzzy
since I myself can't figure out how the transactions were made.
But I'm sure I could fill in this gap with something much
more exciting…hmmm…lets see, how about the moment just before the gang
storms in to rescue Sixkiller? Yeah. How about that? I'll give you a brief
account of what happened between Sixkiller's archenemy; Esplin 9466. The
Visser who gained countless enemies yet not a single friend…or has he? (I'm
thinking about creating a special sort of relation between the two…hmm…I
have to see how that works out. I don't want it to sound corny or something.)