Here it is chapter eleven. It's Vex and its good to be back! Here is the
'take me home' chapter. Has anyone noticed how I make fun of my own
stories? I have but any way. Here's the chapter! Have a jolly good time.
Enter ch. eleven
Frozen Soldier
I used to be an angel then God condemned me. He put me here where you couldn't find me. So how did you get here? I need you to leave to find somewhere far from here.
When Saylas wakes up the next morning we head out for the town. I usually don't go into the town unless Saylas asks me to, which is hardly ever. Saylas liked in it town less than I did. He couldn't talk there and he never did. He turned in to a stone whenever we would get close.
It was one of those things that Only I have ever seen. Rodger never came into town and Smyth never leaves town, except to go to the stream. I have never really appreciated the town except for the people in it.
We walk into the town Saylas's arm slung in a pillowcase I didn't want him to screw up the bandage. I hold his other hand in mine and I can feel him start to sweat as we get closer and closer.
I look up at him and can't help but laugh at the pathetic look on his face.
"Saylas we're going into town not on a death march!"
"I don't really see a difference!" I laugh. We continue walking until the trees part and we stand an ally way away for the people on the main market road. I hear Saylas gulp, I laugh again.
"Saylas!" He looks down at me and smiles. We walk down the ally and onto the street. He holds tighter to my hand and walks a little faster to keep up with the current of the rushing Market Street. I hold on to him so I don't loose him in the current.
'Leena.' Freeze and his hand slips away.
"Leena are you OK?"
"The voice can you hear it?" I can feel my body shaking. He wraps his arm around my neck.
"There are no voices, Leena."
"One of then is here," I say looking around, "Can you see them?" he looks around.
"No. There's no one here. Well there's people but not the ones you're thinking of." I continue to look around until I spot a group of people. I feel me feet start toward it Saylas following behind me.
The people start to notice me and part to make way. They can tell why this stranger has come here now as I walk toward the crowd.
The last few people move to the side. And I can only see what brings the voice back to life. He looks a little older but still like he has a job other than then one he has worked his ass off for all of his life.
"Hey Leon," He looks up from the small kid at his leg and smiles, "Found what you were looking for?" he nods solemnly.
I lean back on Saylas, "Take me home," and the sky goes black and the sounds blur together. I sleep.
I sit up in the bed. This is how it comes and goes before I leave for months. I sit up trying to make my head stop spinning. I put my feet to the floor and walk to the window.
Sick and demented. I fall from something that wasn't really there. I hold to things that runs from me like flowing water. I move from one to the next each of the ones I cling to catching up and pulling me to the ground. I hold on to things that disappear through my fingers. I let go to have one scattered wave pull me back to the surface. I hold to it and find some balance in the chaotic sea.
"Leena," I hear Rodger, "Are you alright?"
"As can be expected." He walks into the room and the bed creaks under his weight.
"That friend of yours is still here. He was pretty tired fell asleep on the couch. Rather funny fellow."
"He's not my friend. He's my brother."
"Oh." Rodger moves around on the bed making it creek again.
"I like it here. But I know my place Rodger. It's not here. It's empty. There are things I need. I'm starting to except that now. I know I won't be able to get the help I need here." I look back at him. He nods.
"I stand behind you whatever you decide." He walks toward me and I can't help but give him a hug.
"Thank you old man." He laughs and I pull away he's crying. Something wet rolls down my cheek then another. This is what we- I run to, suffering. I walk away down the hall and down the old steps. Leon is sitting on the old couch.
"Hey. Stranger." I say walking over to the couch. He shoots up and I laugh.
"Sorry."
"It's OK." My voice sounds so small. He looks nervous. "Do they know?" He shakes his head.
"No. I knew you wouldn't want them to."
"How are they?"
"Worried. But OK overall," he talks fast, "But there are a few things that would drive any sane person up the wall."
"Guess I'd be OK then," He laughs a little, "You understand why I left right?"
He nods, "We were treating you like a child, even Brad saw it." I laugh a little.
"That's never good," I watch him like a hawk. He's fidgety and he's still talks faster, "How is dad?"
"He's well, I don't know. He hardly talks and he never really seems like he's all there."
"He never was." Leon laughs and sits up straight, leaning forward.
"And well your much better," He looks up at me, "How did you find me anyway?"
"Jack Sisco."
"Really now!" He laughs.
"Jamie called him and told him. None of us even knew until two weeks ago."
"I was asleep then. I don't have long until I go back to sleep either."
"Sleep?"
"I go in to a small coma for about three weeks," He just looks at me, "It happens a lot. And I still black out sometimes. Did you meet Saylas?" He nods.
"Nice kid."
"Yeah. But he's touchy." I don't know what else to say, "How's Jamie?"
"He's good and so is Brad. But I still wonder about Bit."
"He's still at the base?"
"Yeah, what did you expect him to leave again too?"
"Who else did?"
"Me. Naomi. And well Jack, he said the same thing you said almost, 'Oh he's still here? I'd like to talk to him.' He never has."
"Why-what's wrong with him?"
"He's just been weird...About stupid things. Like the other day when he blew up about the hanger being dirty. God knows we haven't had time to clean it up lately. What with all the battles we've had to lose!"
"Lose?"
"Yeah the whole team has been off since you left. Even with Bit back, it's not the same. They're used to you taking out the leader in the beginning of the battle and standing around to help if they ask for it."
"So they have been loosing most of the battles?"
"Yeah," he looks back down at the ground and looks at something that could probably wait. I look over at the stairs and then back at Leon. I'm biting my lip but it won't bleed.
"Leon," He looks up, "Take me home?" He smiles.
"Thought you'd never ask." I smile and blood rushes into my mouth from the little bite.
"But there is something I have to do first."
He nods, "OK." I stand from the chair and walk out the door to the trail. My feet guide me down the path to the stream. He's standing where he always is.
"Saylas?" He turns around and smiles. I don't go any closer.
"You're leaving. But I wanted to say I'm sorry," I'm confused and my face must show it, "All the stuff I said about Zoid pilots, I-"
"No! You were right they're stuck up, shit-heads!"
"But he's your brother." I stop so Leon didn't tell him.
"That's doesn't change a thing. Most of them are what they seem except the one's who turn out right," I can't help but think about Bit, "I guess that's where I messed up, "Now he's confused, "Let all the ammo go to my head." He looks down at his feet and blushes. "I didn't tell you for a reason. Don't ever trust a zoid pilot if you don't know them. Most of them will rob you blind without batting an eye lash!"
"But- you- your."
"I don't give a shit what I am. It's not something you'll see every day. Good-bye Saylas. I'll be leaving in a while, before I go to sleep."
"Bye, and thanks."
I am returning to you and your side. You can carry me to the ends of the earth and knock me off but ill find a way to the bottom and back up to where you stand. You can never run from the things you put into me or from how you made me. I am your creation and I will not stand down.
Enter ch. eleven
Frozen Soldier
I used to be an angel then God condemned me. He put me here where you couldn't find me. So how did you get here? I need you to leave to find somewhere far from here.
When Saylas wakes up the next morning we head out for the town. I usually don't go into the town unless Saylas asks me to, which is hardly ever. Saylas liked in it town less than I did. He couldn't talk there and he never did. He turned in to a stone whenever we would get close.
It was one of those things that Only I have ever seen. Rodger never came into town and Smyth never leaves town, except to go to the stream. I have never really appreciated the town except for the people in it.
We walk into the town Saylas's arm slung in a pillowcase I didn't want him to screw up the bandage. I hold his other hand in mine and I can feel him start to sweat as we get closer and closer.
I look up at him and can't help but laugh at the pathetic look on his face.
"Saylas we're going into town not on a death march!"
"I don't really see a difference!" I laugh. We continue walking until the trees part and we stand an ally way away for the people on the main market road. I hear Saylas gulp, I laugh again.
"Saylas!" He looks down at me and smiles. We walk down the ally and onto the street. He holds tighter to my hand and walks a little faster to keep up with the current of the rushing Market Street. I hold on to him so I don't loose him in the current.
'Leena.' Freeze and his hand slips away.
"Leena are you OK?"
"The voice can you hear it?" I can feel my body shaking. He wraps his arm around my neck.
"There are no voices, Leena."
"One of then is here," I say looking around, "Can you see them?" he looks around.
"No. There's no one here. Well there's people but not the ones you're thinking of." I continue to look around until I spot a group of people. I feel me feet start toward it Saylas following behind me.
The people start to notice me and part to make way. They can tell why this stranger has come here now as I walk toward the crowd.
The last few people move to the side. And I can only see what brings the voice back to life. He looks a little older but still like he has a job other than then one he has worked his ass off for all of his life.
"Hey Leon," He looks up from the small kid at his leg and smiles, "Found what you were looking for?" he nods solemnly.
I lean back on Saylas, "Take me home," and the sky goes black and the sounds blur together. I sleep.
I sit up in the bed. This is how it comes and goes before I leave for months. I sit up trying to make my head stop spinning. I put my feet to the floor and walk to the window.
Sick and demented. I fall from something that wasn't really there. I hold to things that runs from me like flowing water. I move from one to the next each of the ones I cling to catching up and pulling me to the ground. I hold on to things that disappear through my fingers. I let go to have one scattered wave pull me back to the surface. I hold to it and find some balance in the chaotic sea.
"Leena," I hear Rodger, "Are you alright?"
"As can be expected." He walks into the room and the bed creaks under his weight.
"That friend of yours is still here. He was pretty tired fell asleep on the couch. Rather funny fellow."
"He's not my friend. He's my brother."
"Oh." Rodger moves around on the bed making it creek again.
"I like it here. But I know my place Rodger. It's not here. It's empty. There are things I need. I'm starting to except that now. I know I won't be able to get the help I need here." I look back at him. He nods.
"I stand behind you whatever you decide." He walks toward me and I can't help but give him a hug.
"Thank you old man." He laughs and I pull away he's crying. Something wet rolls down my cheek then another. This is what we- I run to, suffering. I walk away down the hall and down the old steps. Leon is sitting on the old couch.
"Hey. Stranger." I say walking over to the couch. He shoots up and I laugh.
"Sorry."
"It's OK." My voice sounds so small. He looks nervous. "Do they know?" He shakes his head.
"No. I knew you wouldn't want them to."
"How are they?"
"Worried. But OK overall," he talks fast, "But there are a few things that would drive any sane person up the wall."
"Guess I'd be OK then," He laughs a little, "You understand why I left right?"
He nods, "We were treating you like a child, even Brad saw it." I laugh a little.
"That's never good," I watch him like a hawk. He's fidgety and he's still talks faster, "How is dad?"
"He's well, I don't know. He hardly talks and he never really seems like he's all there."
"He never was." Leon laughs and sits up straight, leaning forward.
"And well your much better," He looks up at me, "How did you find me anyway?"
"Jack Sisco."
"Really now!" He laughs.
"Jamie called him and told him. None of us even knew until two weeks ago."
"I was asleep then. I don't have long until I go back to sleep either."
"Sleep?"
"I go in to a small coma for about three weeks," He just looks at me, "It happens a lot. And I still black out sometimes. Did you meet Saylas?" He nods.
"Nice kid."
"Yeah. But he's touchy." I don't know what else to say, "How's Jamie?"
"He's good and so is Brad. But I still wonder about Bit."
"He's still at the base?"
"Yeah, what did you expect him to leave again too?"
"Who else did?"
"Me. Naomi. And well Jack, he said the same thing you said almost, 'Oh he's still here? I'd like to talk to him.' He never has."
"Why-what's wrong with him?"
"He's just been weird...About stupid things. Like the other day when he blew up about the hanger being dirty. God knows we haven't had time to clean it up lately. What with all the battles we've had to lose!"
"Lose?"
"Yeah the whole team has been off since you left. Even with Bit back, it's not the same. They're used to you taking out the leader in the beginning of the battle and standing around to help if they ask for it."
"So they have been loosing most of the battles?"
"Yeah," he looks back down at the ground and looks at something that could probably wait. I look over at the stairs and then back at Leon. I'm biting my lip but it won't bleed.
"Leon," He looks up, "Take me home?" He smiles.
"Thought you'd never ask." I smile and blood rushes into my mouth from the little bite.
"But there is something I have to do first."
He nods, "OK." I stand from the chair and walk out the door to the trail. My feet guide me down the path to the stream. He's standing where he always is.
"Saylas?" He turns around and smiles. I don't go any closer.
"You're leaving. But I wanted to say I'm sorry," I'm confused and my face must show it, "All the stuff I said about Zoid pilots, I-"
"No! You were right they're stuck up, shit-heads!"
"But he's your brother." I stop so Leon didn't tell him.
"That's doesn't change a thing. Most of them are what they seem except the one's who turn out right," I can't help but think about Bit, "I guess that's where I messed up, "Now he's confused, "Let all the ammo go to my head." He looks down at his feet and blushes. "I didn't tell you for a reason. Don't ever trust a zoid pilot if you don't know them. Most of them will rob you blind without batting an eye lash!"
"But- you- your."
"I don't give a shit what I am. It's not something you'll see every day. Good-bye Saylas. I'll be leaving in a while, before I go to sleep."
"Bye, and thanks."
I am returning to you and your side. You can carry me to the ends of the earth and knock me off but ill find a way to the bottom and back up to where you stand. You can never run from the things you put into me or from how you made me. I am your creation and I will not stand down.