EPISODE 4: POSSESSIONS

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN Dark Angel and cause FOX don't want it any more, no one does. However credit should be given to CAMERON and EGLEE for the Quality Television they gave us for Two Seasons and the DARK ANGEL Creative Team for shaping the characters which I and many other's accepted and loved as our very own. Thankyou so much for that and hopefully (if it is at all possible), we may be able to see Dark Angel again.

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I can't be bothered moving, or sleeping, or breathing even though I feel I could sleep for weeks on end dreaming about blackness and nothingness. The sheets are so cold and my head is replaying scenes of my life in stereo sound with back audio from the party I attended. It play's techno and Music that only thumps and never screams out emotion and the R&B tune's are tarnished with the tart's that danced to it.

So what does a soul do at this placed where only indecision paths the movement.

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The Apartment is bare and full of possession that are owned by one who isn't here. Item's arranged in no real order or alignment and posses feeling in no common space or time. They are just there and standing in that very moment which hold's no significance and possession's to be sent. Clothes and other personal items are there. There is no sense to think about and nothings here actually is part of a reality.

I can't stay there any more because reality is I may never come again. And what does that mean if I never return cause confusion is all that confronts me.

But I must follow the directions so to not make the cake incorrectly, and I must be sure not to be seen and say goodbye to possessions.

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Jondy sat on Alec's couch now quite and alone as Max was out getting herself ready collecting clothes for Jondy and herself and Alec was in his room getting ready in his room after having had a shower. Blankly, Jondy looked into space, which stood in front of her in the form of a coffee table and floor. After having been alone for so long in her sleep for the first time she was able to think rationally. However rational only lasted a short time as Alec returned.

Alec came out of his room having changed into blue jeans, which hung loose around his legs, a tight blue top, which reminded Jondy of a Bonds top and a leather Jacket. He went into the kitchen and opened the fridge and pulled out 2 bottles of beer that Jondy recognised as being Heineken. Jondy had spent a whole year living in America working at a bar while trying to find her lost relatives.

"Jondy, would you like a drink?"

"No thankyou" came the immediate answer from Jondy who sat uncomfortably on the couch.

Alec put the second beer back in the fridge and came and sat opposite Jondy on the second couch.

"So if you don't mind me asking, I was wondering if you were okay, cause little Maxie hasn't a tendency to get excited when good things happen. Good things haven't really happened with Max of late." Alec asked while putting the television on.

"Course I am... can I use your shower!" Jondy asked getting up.

"Yeah, um just use the green towel on the back door."

Jondy got up and started going over to the door.

"Wait, um, I know you don't know me and I'm sure your pretty traumatised from what they did to you and you want to go home and... what I'm trying to say is that if you wanna trade blows on this, your very welcome to do so with me. Also, if you're not in the mood to go out cause I know I wouldn't be, I'll stay with you. We can watch TV and you can tell me about Australia."

Jondy, surprised by the offer of Alec of whom she barely knew, apart from their telephone conversation turned to Alec and opened the bathroom door.

"I'll think about it!"

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Water makes the sun seem inviting as I let it find it's way between the crack in between my toes. Possessions are gone from me and the heavy foundations of, which are telling me to sleep, are slowly relaxing as I close my eyes against the pour.

Why isn't life as simple as the water that is caressing and cleaning the skin that incases my being? The most truly amazing things in life are those moments when the simplest splendid gestures are applied. Moment's like when a small child waves a hand in your direction and starts laughing at no apparent thing and smiles, showing the truest nature of their soul.

Why isn't life like that?

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