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Chapter 8: Alex.
The angel, whoever he was, came closer.
He knelt by my side lifted me up to wrap his arm around my shoulders and held me in his arms, "It's alright" He said "You are safe now."
He stroked my hair and I felt this incredible warmth flow through my body. I felt my wounds begin to heal.
He began to sing lightly.
So... On the first night,
a pebble falls to the earth from somewhere.
So... On the second night,
The pebble's children hold hands and sketch a waltz.
Sound life
So... On the third night,
The children of the waltz cause ripples on the face of the world
So... On the fourth night,
the children of the wave spray the shore.
Sound life
So... On the fifth night,
those shards strike the face of the earth over and over.
So... On the sixth night,
those signals bring travelers together.
Sound life
So... On the seventh night,
a weightless ship races to the sky.
So... On the eighth morning,
a song from somewhere reaches my ears.
Sound life
Well then... A song that has recorded everything
echoes to the new sky.
Sound life
Sound life
This song slowly lulled me to sleep, a dreamless happy sleep. And for the first time since Sara's death. I slept peacefully.
When I woke I found myself staring up at the ceiling of a cave, light flickered across the ceiling from a campfire close by.
Who had started it? I was under the impression that all of my team were dead. I had seen them all go down, except Abby of course.
I head a faint voice humming a tune, was it Abby?
I pushed at the blanket that covers me and sat up, my wounds still hurt but not as much. Then I saw him, a young man in Martian armor stirring something in a pot over the fire. He looked up at me and smiled, "Hey, you're awake! Great!"
He came over and crouched next to me with a small bowl in his hand "Here drink this,"
I narrowed my eyes and, ignoring the growling of my stomach, spit in the bowl, "Keep it Martian scum."
He raised his eyebrows and stood, "Very well then. Starve if you want."
He walked over to the other side of the fire and began working with something. I took that moment to examine where I was.
It was apparent soon enough that I was no longer in the direct vicinity of the downed supply ship. I stared out through the cave entrance and saw the appearance of cliffs out there, and I knew for a fact that there were no such things within a forty-mile radius of where the supply ships went down.
How long had I been asleep?
"You've been out for at least three days." He said as if he read my mind, "You sure you don't want anything to eat?"
I glared at him over the fire and said nothing. He smiled at me and shook his head as if he were dealing with a stubborn child.
He stood and sat beside me with another bowl, or was it the same one? I couldn't tell.
I leaned back and stared at him, as he twirled the spoon in the soup. He had the oddest hair. It stuck straight up in a gravity defying achievement. Black as death but contrasted well with his blue eyes.
I shook my head and looked away. He laughed, "My name is Alex, by the way, Alex Daniels."
"I could care less." I muttered.
"Well jeez, I just saved your life, the least you could do is give me your name."
I considered telling him to screw himself but before I could say anything another voice answered,
"Her name is Rem Savrem."
foo da bomb!
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Chapter 8: Alex.
The angel, whoever he was, came closer.
He knelt by my side lifted me up to wrap his arm around my shoulders and held me in his arms, "It's alright" He said "You are safe now."
He stroked my hair and I felt this incredible warmth flow through my body. I felt my wounds begin to heal.
He began to sing lightly.
So... On the first night,
a pebble falls to the earth from somewhere.
So... On the second night,
The pebble's children hold hands and sketch a waltz.
Sound life
So... On the third night,
The children of the waltz cause ripples on the face of the world
So... On the fourth night,
the children of the wave spray the shore.
Sound life
So... On the fifth night,
those shards strike the face of the earth over and over.
So... On the sixth night,
those signals bring travelers together.
Sound life
So... On the seventh night,
a weightless ship races to the sky.
So... On the eighth morning,
a song from somewhere reaches my ears.
Sound life
Well then... A song that has recorded everything
echoes to the new sky.
Sound life
Sound life
This song slowly lulled me to sleep, a dreamless happy sleep. And for the first time since Sara's death. I slept peacefully.
When I woke I found myself staring up at the ceiling of a cave, light flickered across the ceiling from a campfire close by.
Who had started it? I was under the impression that all of my team were dead. I had seen them all go down, except Abby of course.
I head a faint voice humming a tune, was it Abby?
I pushed at the blanket that covers me and sat up, my wounds still hurt but not as much. Then I saw him, a young man in Martian armor stirring something in a pot over the fire. He looked up at me and smiled, "Hey, you're awake! Great!"
He came over and crouched next to me with a small bowl in his hand "Here drink this,"
I narrowed my eyes and, ignoring the growling of my stomach, spit in the bowl, "Keep it Martian scum."
He raised his eyebrows and stood, "Very well then. Starve if you want."
He walked over to the other side of the fire and began working with something. I took that moment to examine where I was.
It was apparent soon enough that I was no longer in the direct vicinity of the downed supply ship. I stared out through the cave entrance and saw the appearance of cliffs out there, and I knew for a fact that there were no such things within a forty-mile radius of where the supply ships went down.
How long had I been asleep?
"You've been out for at least three days." He said as if he read my mind, "You sure you don't want anything to eat?"
I glared at him over the fire and said nothing. He smiled at me and shook his head as if he were dealing with a stubborn child.
He stood and sat beside me with another bowl, or was it the same one? I couldn't tell.
I leaned back and stared at him, as he twirled the spoon in the soup. He had the oddest hair. It stuck straight up in a gravity defying achievement. Black as death but contrasted well with his blue eyes.
I shook my head and looked away. He laughed, "My name is Alex, by the way, Alex Daniels."
"I could care less." I muttered.
"Well jeez, I just saved your life, the least you could do is give me your name."
I considered telling him to screw himself but before I could say anything another voice answered,
"Her name is Rem Savrem."
foo da bomb!
Review please! Please. Please. With a ton of suger on top? And a cherry. Mmm cherries...........*Cough*