Three Parts Dead cont..
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There was a small house on a hill. His family had lived there. It seemed so long ago that now it seemed like a fairy tale. But, it was only two short months ago. Mom and Auntie sat on an old woolen blanket and chatted of their childhood. They would laugh and joke as if they hadn't heard their own stories a million times. Mom wore her funny straw hat. He would always roll his eyes at her and tell her she looked ridiculous. She said it was better to have a funny hat then no hat at all. Secretly he had thought she was beautiful.he wished he had told her. Her laugh was infectious and he smiled despite himself as he glanced over at her. Her
golden hair leaked out from under her hat and glistened like the missing sun.
His aunt sat close to his Mom on the blanket. The sister's were similar in looks but his Aunt had a softer look. She was paler and her hair was darker. His Aunt's green eyes lit up as his mother mentioned that Raven was growing up to look a lot like their own mother. Seamus had never known his grandmother but his mother would talk of her often.
His Father was building a stone and sand city with his cousins Raven and Fergus. His father was just a big kid himself. His father was a kind man and a smart man. Seamus looked up to him in more ways then one. His father was tall and brave and everyday he wished he would grow up to be just like him. His father called over to him now. Seamus had been showing no interest in their games saying he was too old for that sort of thing.
His father like always knew better and would have none of his teenaged brooding. "Seamus, get over here." He shouted. "We'll let you build the space port!"
Raven whispered something and Fergus giggled suddenly. His father heard to and let out a bellowing laugh. "Raven says you can be King Kong because you're a big ape.'
Seamus shook his head in mock disgust.
He looked out towards the ocean watching birds dive for what insects they could find floating on the water. Even if he thought he was still young enough to play in the sand, he was still feeling sick. He had had a run in with the Nietzscheans last week and he still wasn't feeling quite right. His parents had been allowing him his space but that would only last so long.
A noise drew his attention and he gazed up the hill towards their house. He tried to convince himself it was just the waves crashing on the shore that he had heard.
It's too early for the Magog he mused but the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Something was wrong. "Da?" He called but his father was already on his feet.
A Nietzschean transporter pulled up blocking their view of their home.
Aunt Shannon gasped in dismay her hands flying to her sister's arms.
Suddenly his father was at his side demanding his attention. "Shea, listen. I need you to take your cousins and hide okay?"
"But, Da."
"No Arguments." His Father leaned forward and kissed him quickly on the forehead. "Please, just go. Run! Hurry! Take care of each other."
Seamus did as he was told and ran. He grabbed Fergus' hand and picked up tiny Raven, holding her on his hip. He stole a frantic glance backwards. The adults were making there way up the hill slowly buying their children time. His mother cast a fervent glance backwards. There was fear in her eyes. A large Nietzschean grabbed her by her hair as she reached the top of the hill pulling her over the top and out of his sight.
He heard her scream.
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"Momma no!" Seamus sat up with a gasp.
Strong arms were suddenly stopping him from leaping to his feet. He felt tears wet on his face and he was afraid. He couldn't remember why.
Beka Valentine reached in to his field of vision and pulled him close to her. He sobbed on to her shoulder for a few moments before he remembered himself. He was acting like a child and he hadn't been one for a very long time.
"Sorry," he sputtered.
"It's okay," replied Trance who stood on the other side of him. "We were worried about you."
He looked around realizing he was still in the medical room on his bunk from the night before. "What happened?"
Beka made him lie down again. "Rommie said you were sick. You clutched your
stomach and passed out."
"Seamus, when was the last time you ate a whole meal?" queried Trance.
His head spun slightly and it took a moment to think. "I.I had breakfast."
Beka shook her head. "You had a few mouthfuls at best."
"I don't remember." He feigned.
Trance looked at him sternly. He tried not to giggle but he felt light headed and the purple girl looked funny with a frown.
"Your stomach hurts because you haven't been eating properly. I'm going to give you some medicine it will make you sleepy but it will help you feel better."
He looked at her nervously instantly feeling queasy. "I don't like medicine."
"Let me tell you about it. Once you know about something it isn't nearly as
frightening and then you won't have to be afraid."
He gave a small nervous nod and Beka laid her hand on his shoulder.
Trance gave a sweet smile. "I ran some more tests before you woke up. You have plasma glucose, electrolyte, and acid-base abnormalities. As result you have picked up a nasty virus. Your stomach seems tender as if there was bruising but there is no discolouration. This is probably because you are not able to mount a normal inflammatory response due to malnutrition. Your gastrointestinal tract has been damaged by blunt force, something that looks like internal burning and by extended fasting. I need to set you up on an extended external refeeding program along with antibiotics and vitamins. There now, don't you feel better?"
Beka stared at Trance with shock and awe.
Seamus shook his head. He thought he might actually feel worse now.
"Oh, well then." Stuttered Trance. "I'm going to stick these pretty blue things on your arms and neck and they'll make you feel better. Okay?"
"NO!" Seamus shoved his way past Beka and on to his feet. "I don't like medicine."
"Come on Shea," cooed Beka. She spoke to him like his mother had when he was younger.
"NO." The room was starting to spin again. "Don't.only Momma." he swayed on
his feet. Then, as before, the darkness folded around him like a blanket and called him home.
Beka rushed forward and caught him before he hit the floor.
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TBC
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There was a small house on a hill. His family had lived there. It seemed so long ago that now it seemed like a fairy tale. But, it was only two short months ago. Mom and Auntie sat on an old woolen blanket and chatted of their childhood. They would laugh and joke as if they hadn't heard their own stories a million times. Mom wore her funny straw hat. He would always roll his eyes at her and tell her she looked ridiculous. She said it was better to have a funny hat then no hat at all. Secretly he had thought she was beautiful.he wished he had told her. Her laugh was infectious and he smiled despite himself as he glanced over at her. Her
golden hair leaked out from under her hat and glistened like the missing sun.
His aunt sat close to his Mom on the blanket. The sister's were similar in looks but his Aunt had a softer look. She was paler and her hair was darker. His Aunt's green eyes lit up as his mother mentioned that Raven was growing up to look a lot like their own mother. Seamus had never known his grandmother but his mother would talk of her often.
His Father was building a stone and sand city with his cousins Raven and Fergus. His father was just a big kid himself. His father was a kind man and a smart man. Seamus looked up to him in more ways then one. His father was tall and brave and everyday he wished he would grow up to be just like him. His father called over to him now. Seamus had been showing no interest in their games saying he was too old for that sort of thing.
His father like always knew better and would have none of his teenaged brooding. "Seamus, get over here." He shouted. "We'll let you build the space port!"
Raven whispered something and Fergus giggled suddenly. His father heard to and let out a bellowing laugh. "Raven says you can be King Kong because you're a big ape.'
Seamus shook his head in mock disgust.
He looked out towards the ocean watching birds dive for what insects they could find floating on the water. Even if he thought he was still young enough to play in the sand, he was still feeling sick. He had had a run in with the Nietzscheans last week and he still wasn't feeling quite right. His parents had been allowing him his space but that would only last so long.
A noise drew his attention and he gazed up the hill towards their house. He tried to convince himself it was just the waves crashing on the shore that he had heard.
It's too early for the Magog he mused but the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Something was wrong. "Da?" He called but his father was already on his feet.
A Nietzschean transporter pulled up blocking their view of their home.
Aunt Shannon gasped in dismay her hands flying to her sister's arms.
Suddenly his father was at his side demanding his attention. "Shea, listen. I need you to take your cousins and hide okay?"
"But, Da."
"No Arguments." His Father leaned forward and kissed him quickly on the forehead. "Please, just go. Run! Hurry! Take care of each other."
Seamus did as he was told and ran. He grabbed Fergus' hand and picked up tiny Raven, holding her on his hip. He stole a frantic glance backwards. The adults were making there way up the hill slowly buying their children time. His mother cast a fervent glance backwards. There was fear in her eyes. A large Nietzschean grabbed her by her hair as she reached the top of the hill pulling her over the top and out of his sight.
He heard her scream.
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"Momma no!" Seamus sat up with a gasp.
Strong arms were suddenly stopping him from leaping to his feet. He felt tears wet on his face and he was afraid. He couldn't remember why.
Beka Valentine reached in to his field of vision and pulled him close to her. He sobbed on to her shoulder for a few moments before he remembered himself. He was acting like a child and he hadn't been one for a very long time.
"Sorry," he sputtered.
"It's okay," replied Trance who stood on the other side of him. "We were worried about you."
He looked around realizing he was still in the medical room on his bunk from the night before. "What happened?"
Beka made him lie down again. "Rommie said you were sick. You clutched your
stomach and passed out."
"Seamus, when was the last time you ate a whole meal?" queried Trance.
His head spun slightly and it took a moment to think. "I.I had breakfast."
Beka shook her head. "You had a few mouthfuls at best."
"I don't remember." He feigned.
Trance looked at him sternly. He tried not to giggle but he felt light headed and the purple girl looked funny with a frown.
"Your stomach hurts because you haven't been eating properly. I'm going to give you some medicine it will make you sleepy but it will help you feel better."
He looked at her nervously instantly feeling queasy. "I don't like medicine."
"Let me tell you about it. Once you know about something it isn't nearly as
frightening and then you won't have to be afraid."
He gave a small nervous nod and Beka laid her hand on his shoulder.
Trance gave a sweet smile. "I ran some more tests before you woke up. You have plasma glucose, electrolyte, and acid-base abnormalities. As result you have picked up a nasty virus. Your stomach seems tender as if there was bruising but there is no discolouration. This is probably because you are not able to mount a normal inflammatory response due to malnutrition. Your gastrointestinal tract has been damaged by blunt force, something that looks like internal burning and by extended fasting. I need to set you up on an extended external refeeding program along with antibiotics and vitamins. There now, don't you feel better?"
Beka stared at Trance with shock and awe.
Seamus shook his head. He thought he might actually feel worse now.
"Oh, well then." Stuttered Trance. "I'm going to stick these pretty blue things on your arms and neck and they'll make you feel better. Okay?"
"NO!" Seamus shoved his way past Beka and on to his feet. "I don't like medicine."
"Come on Shea," cooed Beka. She spoke to him like his mother had when he was younger.
"NO." The room was starting to spin again. "Don't.only Momma." he swayed on
his feet. Then, as before, the darkness folded around him like a blanket and called him home.
Beka rushed forward and caught him before he hit the floor.
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TBC