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and going to college if I did?
Sorry that it took me so long to update. I went home for the Holidays.
Yes I do have a computer at home, but there were endless amounts of
shopping, shopping, and eating. I'm sure you'd rather read the story (at
least I hope that you'd rather), so without further delays.
Do you believe in karma, kismet, a blue lady? Have you seen a dead innocent? A little child that can't have done anything, lying in a pool of blood. How can some people have luck. NO, not just some people, really awful people. If there were a blue lady, how could she let things happen to people deserving of better. God knows that I have been a bad person, but our cause is just. It has to be, because the alternative, that we are soulless animals. We aren't. Karma and the Blue Lady must have a reason, and until we find an outline of the Grand Plan, we will survive.
Now I don't consider myself to be an unreasonable sort of man. After spending the first twenty years of my life in hell, I would be more than happy to sit in obscurity watching tv and eating Doritos. I am also not an unintellingent man, I know that I'll never have that kind of luck. Personally, I think that Maxie is the problem. Only her luck could be this spectacularly bad. It isn't my luck, It is not MY luck, and only I the Blue Lady knows why I make her luck, my luck. What is it with Max? She was obviously Hitler in a past life. Little pencil mustache, yeah I can see it.
"HwaccH" My 'kidnapper' is choking me in her anxiety. "Maxie, kindly remove your elbow from my neck." She drops my neck, if I didn't know better, I would say that she looked bewildered. Now I'm worried, she should be glaring at me.
"Oh god, oh god." CeCe looks ready to puke. The idea is not unattractive at the moment. A distance of two hundred twenty feet still separates us from Joshua and company. White is advancing slowly but purposefully towards them and they seem frozen by indecision.
I raise an eyebrow, "Ideas?" What we need is a miracle. I can infer from White's smug look of triumph, that the convenient factory behind us is salted with familiars by now. Somehow, we need to find a safe place to regroup. Unfortunately, even if such a place existed, we couldn't very well scream it out to Joshua because White was well within auditory range.
Maybe the Blue Lady hadn't forsaken us after all. In a freakish moment of telepathy, Max and I stared at each other and began to laugh. All we needed know was a distraction to deflect White.
I smiled at Max. "Gun, chickens," I nodded at the butchers shop conveniently placed behind White.
She smiled back and reached into her pocket, then gestured towards the now empty gasoline lines "lighter."
I had never eaten fried chicken before. To be honest I had always imagined that it smelled rather better; but then they usually pluck the feathers off before they cook it, don't they? It took less than forty seconds.
TEN SECONDS: I shot the padlock off the chicken coop, while at the same time Max grabbed up a five gallon can of gasoline.
TWENTY SECONDS: Max threw the can at the wall above the unfortunate livestock, shattering the metal and spilling the contents of the can. I yanked off one of my socks, stuffed a large rock into it, and dipped into a second can of gas.
THIRTY SECONDS: Max lit my makeshift fire-bomb ablaze, and I flung it at the same wall.
FORTY SECONDS: I fired a warning across Whites left ear. Max yelled out "Divide and meet us at work."
I had been combat trained, I had seen wars, I had grown up in a kill or be killed hell; and still I had never been more frightened than I was now. Max collapsed into my arms with laughter, and silently we shook. Agent Ames White and fifteen of his elite familiars, not to mention dozens of Seattle policeman, were now covered in flaming chicken feathers.
CeCe and Biggs wordlessly yank us to our feet, and for the second time today I find myself running full out.
It is over; we can't hide among the normals anymore. In the past we had had one small advantage, White didn't know where we worked. Joshua did. However, that one advantage had now been used.
As one body, the nine of us burst through the doors of Jam Pony, the hounds of hell on our heels.
It was over, no more hiding, and no more lying to the world.
May the Blue Lady save us all.
I hope you enjoyed, I love your reviews. Oxygen to a writers lungs. The next chapter will introduce the main plot line.
Do you believe in karma, kismet, a blue lady? Have you seen a dead innocent? A little child that can't have done anything, lying in a pool of blood. How can some people have luck. NO, not just some people, really awful people. If there were a blue lady, how could she let things happen to people deserving of better. God knows that I have been a bad person, but our cause is just. It has to be, because the alternative, that we are soulless animals. We aren't. Karma and the Blue Lady must have a reason, and until we find an outline of the Grand Plan, we will survive.
Now I don't consider myself to be an unreasonable sort of man. After spending the first twenty years of my life in hell, I would be more than happy to sit in obscurity watching tv and eating Doritos. I am also not an unintellingent man, I know that I'll never have that kind of luck. Personally, I think that Maxie is the problem. Only her luck could be this spectacularly bad. It isn't my luck, It is not MY luck, and only I the Blue Lady knows why I make her luck, my luck. What is it with Max? She was obviously Hitler in a past life. Little pencil mustache, yeah I can see it.
"HwaccH" My 'kidnapper' is choking me in her anxiety. "Maxie, kindly remove your elbow from my neck." She drops my neck, if I didn't know better, I would say that she looked bewildered. Now I'm worried, she should be glaring at me.
"Oh god, oh god." CeCe looks ready to puke. The idea is not unattractive at the moment. A distance of two hundred twenty feet still separates us from Joshua and company. White is advancing slowly but purposefully towards them and they seem frozen by indecision.
I raise an eyebrow, "Ideas?" What we need is a miracle. I can infer from White's smug look of triumph, that the convenient factory behind us is salted with familiars by now. Somehow, we need to find a safe place to regroup. Unfortunately, even if such a place existed, we couldn't very well scream it out to Joshua because White was well within auditory range.
Maybe the Blue Lady hadn't forsaken us after all. In a freakish moment of telepathy, Max and I stared at each other and began to laugh. All we needed know was a distraction to deflect White.
I smiled at Max. "Gun, chickens," I nodded at the butchers shop conveniently placed behind White.
She smiled back and reached into her pocket, then gestured towards the now empty gasoline lines "lighter."
I had never eaten fried chicken before. To be honest I had always imagined that it smelled rather better; but then they usually pluck the feathers off before they cook it, don't they? It took less than forty seconds.
TEN SECONDS: I shot the padlock off the chicken coop, while at the same time Max grabbed up a five gallon can of gasoline.
TWENTY SECONDS: Max threw the can at the wall above the unfortunate livestock, shattering the metal and spilling the contents of the can. I yanked off one of my socks, stuffed a large rock into it, and dipped into a second can of gas.
THIRTY SECONDS: Max lit my makeshift fire-bomb ablaze, and I flung it at the same wall.
FORTY SECONDS: I fired a warning across Whites left ear. Max yelled out "Divide and meet us at work."
I had been combat trained, I had seen wars, I had grown up in a kill or be killed hell; and still I had never been more frightened than I was now. Max collapsed into my arms with laughter, and silently we shook. Agent Ames White and fifteen of his elite familiars, not to mention dozens of Seattle policeman, were now covered in flaming chicken feathers.
CeCe and Biggs wordlessly yank us to our feet, and for the second time today I find myself running full out.
It is over; we can't hide among the normals anymore. In the past we had had one small advantage, White didn't know where we worked. Joshua did. However, that one advantage had now been used.
As one body, the nine of us burst through the doors of Jam Pony, the hounds of hell on our heels.
It was over, no more hiding, and no more lying to the world.
May the Blue Lady save us all.
I hope you enjoyed, I love your reviews. Oxygen to a writers lungs. The next chapter will introduce the main plot line.