Or Had They...? Chapter 4
A/N: You tolerate me! You really really tolerate me! (--Colin Mocherie) I know what's going to happen in the long run... but this chapter has been giving me trouble. Let's see what happens as I put on my play list of various songs that involve death. Why kill time when you can kill yourself! (--Cabaret Voltaire) Oh and unless you tapped into me and Sara's (ShadowsLost) phone conversation today, you might not get the bagel part...
Fiametta arose from her desk and rubbed her neck. She shook her hands out, trying to 'unfreeze' them from the position of writing. She dropped her Earthen pen on the small stack of papers. She collapsed back into the black cushioned chair and stretched her body out.
So far, the songs had been carefully written out and laid in neat piles. Fia was never terribly organised on Earth, only with her papers from life in high school. Although, it really depended on what she was organising. This was considered the utmost important thing now in her life.
Standing up again, she picked up "The Sword of Damocles" papers and laid it next to the papers that said "The Creation". The events of that late November were slowly coming together.
With her black heel, she pushed the papers into a neater pile and sat down on her velvet covered back. The velvet felt soft against her bare thighs and she lay down on the bed.
"Frank must not die in vain..." she gazed up at the canopy over the bed with a blank stare - one mission on her mind.
Some of the songs and general ideas had been sent down to England already... "I'm Going Home" was the first one.
Rolling over and pushing herself farther up on the bed, she looked at pen and the blank paper. She was too comfortable to get up, but the story called her in more. That's what she needed to accomplish. Frank's amazing story... one to entice you in farther.
The monitor by the door started beeping and then a picture of Charna's excited smile came up on the screen.
"You'll never believe what I found! I'll be there soon!"
The royal castle where they lived was big enough to find something somewhere, and then tell someone you'll be there soon to show it to them. Maybe just a couple Earth minutes really, but still quite big.
Fiametta watched the monitor go black again. She didn't recognise the background of the room where Charna could be, but she knew she'd be around soon.
Reluctantly getting up, she walked over to the monitor, carefully stepping over one night in her brother's life. Pulling the red lever, she checked several stairwells, chambers and random rooms, looking for inspiration.
"Oh Brad, how could you..." was the first thing that popped into her mind. It was hard not to remember that. She smiled and clomped back to her beck. Curling up and laying her curly hair on the pillow, Fia took a moment to remember Frank.
She ran her hands down her new steel gray corset ... remembering the feel of his corset pressed up against her.
**
She moaned as he placed delicious kisses on her. Nobody or nothing else could set her on fire like he did. Reaching around his back, she pulled the string open, untying the corset. Placing her hands on his waist, she flipped him over in a swift movement and threw his corset off. Smiling, she untied hers and threw it off onto the floor.
**
Delicately placing her hands upon her breasts, she ran them down her body, quickly sitting up as she heard the door open. Shaking her head out of her daze, she looked up to see Charna smiling insanely wide holding a picture.
"LOOK!!! IT'S A PICTURE OF A BAGEL!!" Charna burst into fits of laughter as she gleefully waved the picture about before shoving it into Fiametta's face.
"Remember, when we were... like... younger... on Earth," she caught her breath between words and laughter, "and I took a picture of the bagel... and we were trying to figure out how to behead it!!!!!!!" She almost fell over in fits of laughter as Fiametta blankly stared forward.
Then burst into tears.
Her black mascara streamed down her face along with her bloody tears - the differences in Earth and Transsexual made Earthlings cry blood - and she grabbed Charna's hands. "Frank must not die in vain."
A/N: You tolerate me! You really really tolerate me! (--Colin Mocherie) I know what's going to happen in the long run... but this chapter has been giving me trouble. Let's see what happens as I put on my play list of various songs that involve death. Why kill time when you can kill yourself! (--Cabaret Voltaire) Oh and unless you tapped into me and Sara's (ShadowsLost) phone conversation today, you might not get the bagel part...
Fiametta arose from her desk and rubbed her neck. She shook her hands out, trying to 'unfreeze' them from the position of writing. She dropped her Earthen pen on the small stack of papers. She collapsed back into the black cushioned chair and stretched her body out.
So far, the songs had been carefully written out and laid in neat piles. Fia was never terribly organised on Earth, only with her papers from life in high school. Although, it really depended on what she was organising. This was considered the utmost important thing now in her life.
Standing up again, she picked up "The Sword of Damocles" papers and laid it next to the papers that said "The Creation". The events of that late November were slowly coming together.
With her black heel, she pushed the papers into a neater pile and sat down on her velvet covered back. The velvet felt soft against her bare thighs and she lay down on the bed.
"Frank must not die in vain..." she gazed up at the canopy over the bed with a blank stare - one mission on her mind.
Some of the songs and general ideas had been sent down to England already... "I'm Going Home" was the first one.
Rolling over and pushing herself farther up on the bed, she looked at pen and the blank paper. She was too comfortable to get up, but the story called her in more. That's what she needed to accomplish. Frank's amazing story... one to entice you in farther.
The monitor by the door started beeping and then a picture of Charna's excited smile came up on the screen.
"You'll never believe what I found! I'll be there soon!"
The royal castle where they lived was big enough to find something somewhere, and then tell someone you'll be there soon to show it to them. Maybe just a couple Earth minutes really, but still quite big.
Fiametta watched the monitor go black again. She didn't recognise the background of the room where Charna could be, but she knew she'd be around soon.
Reluctantly getting up, she walked over to the monitor, carefully stepping over one night in her brother's life. Pulling the red lever, she checked several stairwells, chambers and random rooms, looking for inspiration.
"Oh Brad, how could you..." was the first thing that popped into her mind. It was hard not to remember that. She smiled and clomped back to her beck. Curling up and laying her curly hair on the pillow, Fia took a moment to remember Frank.
She ran her hands down her new steel gray corset ... remembering the feel of his corset pressed up against her.
**
She moaned as he placed delicious kisses on her. Nobody or nothing else could set her on fire like he did. Reaching around his back, she pulled the string open, untying the corset. Placing her hands on his waist, she flipped him over in a swift movement and threw his corset off. Smiling, she untied hers and threw it off onto the floor.
**
Delicately placing her hands upon her breasts, she ran them down her body, quickly sitting up as she heard the door open. Shaking her head out of her daze, she looked up to see Charna smiling insanely wide holding a picture.
"LOOK!!! IT'S A PICTURE OF A BAGEL!!" Charna burst into fits of laughter as she gleefully waved the picture about before shoving it into Fiametta's face.
"Remember, when we were... like... younger... on Earth," she caught her breath between words and laughter, "and I took a picture of the bagel... and we were trying to figure out how to behead it!!!!!!!" She almost fell over in fits of laughter as Fiametta blankly stared forward.
Then burst into tears.
Her black mascara streamed down her face along with her bloody tears - the differences in Earth and Transsexual made Earthlings cry blood - and she grabbed Charna's hands. "Frank must not die in vain."