There must have been something in my weird magical blood because by the
next morning my birth mother looked like she'd stepped into the fountain of youth.
The night before she'd had a crackling voice ,sagging breasts ,greying hair
and varicose veins.Now she looked and spoke and acted like a bubbly 18 year
old whose got a whole new set of priorities.
I'd spent the night mulling over the wisdom of leaving these people and
vanishing into the Big City.
Instead it was my birth mother who bounced off to a new life that morning ..
For three days and three nights we waited for her return,but she was out checking
out how well young reckless men could perform in her.
On the fourth night the preacher and I were sitting in the kitchen sipping tea
when he asked me if he was allowed to ask me a question.
That shocked me as I realized he'd kept pretty silent during this ordeal.
He deathly afraid to stay in the same house as me,and was deathly afraid that
driving me out be a big supernatural NO NO!
I hadn't even thought of myself as anything else but " future guy stuck
in century old teen girl body" up to that point.To think that I'd been turned into
some kind of a ancient Aztec demoness was too alien.
I was just me.
I let him ask his question
" Are you a demon"
and we discussed the possibility that I was.In my mind I remembered the twirling and
dancing of that Flash animation of the Aztec priestess.I got him to promise not to flee
the house no matter what happened .We cleared a room and I stripped
out of my borrowed clothes and began to twirl and writh and chant the strange sounds
that seemed to rise unbidden in my mind.
It was 4:01AM
Suddenly I shrieked in pain as it got difficult to breath.I staggered up to him
" Ga Ga can't breath,lungs hurt so"
I collapsed in his arms as he looked down at me with shocked eyes.I could feel
the pressure in my skull and it got harder to hear.
I could hear the pop pop pop of my vertebrae as my spine loosened and lengthened
in his arms.My arms fused to my sides and melted away.My skin darkened and burst
into tiny dark green scales.My feet first lengthened,then twisted together as my legs
fused and wiggled as my new tale.
I began to thin and lengthen and the last human sensation I felt was my head yanked
upwards as my nose and jaws reformed into a reptillian snout.
The room darkened and then lit up as my eyes grew cold and my forked tongue
tasted the fear of the mammal holding me.
I could feel the mammal trembling through my many coils and gave a growl in
warning as I sensed it was about to fling me aside and flee.
The preacher never even noticed my lengthy huge heavy body coil around
him and squeeze him in a tight embrace.He was more concerned with the fact my
head seemed to have split open and triple rows of sharp pointed teeth mere pushing
out of the bloody gums of my lengthening snout.
Then instinct took over and I swung up and tried to eat the mammals head.
Luckily I was new at this game and froze in mid gobble,with its head halfway
down my maw.Never having been a giant anaconda before I was unsure how to
unhinge my jaws and move my lengthy tongue,trachea and other stuff out of the
way in order to eat.
So the preacher crouched there in terror with his head in the mouth of a giant
reptile with anaconda drool dripping on a dishevelled derby hat.
We sat there the whole night,the mammal and the giant anaconda,and come
morning the sun came up,the cock crowed three times and
the power swelled within me and I found myself squeezing a huge mottled
brown and green egg out of my vent.
The thing was huge,four feet long by 2 feet in diameter and as it slid
onto the floor I felt myself dissolving into it.
The world blacked out and when I reawakened I was a girl again,crouched,cramped
and stuck in a wet stick giant anaconda egg.
I broke out of the egg and there stood the preacher,making bacon and eggs for the
both of us.
' Maybe you're a demon,but you're certainly making my life adventurous" he
said as he helped me out of the egg,dried my hair with kitchen rags and seated
me nude on a chair.
I'd lain in that egg for a fortnight,probably reforming from anaconda goo.
The preacher had fled once he was certain I wouldn't come roaring spitting and hissing
out of that egg,and had been out and about for a week.
He'd started reading in papers accounts of bank robberies,attempted murders
beatings and other evils that had suddenly gone from bad to worse on the night I'd
been born..That hadn't surprised him too much.Nor did the tiny back page articles
of " snake women" being born of dying pregnant mothers surprise him too much.I
wasn't the only one of my kind to come into the world apparently.
However near the end of the week the news had started trickling in of a great battle
in the Amazon River basin between 20000 rebel followers of General Ludendorff and 45000
" Police Advisors" sent over to Brazil by US President Teddy Roosevelt.
The Preacher plunked the paper in front of me and it took me a second to realize
I'd suddenly acquired a fluent knowledge of some obscure German language.We'd been
speaking low German for the all the time I'd been a snake girl-woman.
It seemed that while I'd been doing the dance in the kitchen those opposing
forces had been marching towards each another for the Battle of the Century.
As the Ruetenbrock Telegraf put it
" At precisely 4:01AM our time 65000 battle hardened men forgot how to use a gun,
a bayonet,a grenade.They forgot how to fight and kill each another.It was if the evil in
their hearts had been sucked out.While officers on both sides screamed and dashed their
swords to the ground in frustration.65,000 troops with time on their hands mingled,chatted
exchanged pictures of children and sweethearts,learned baseball,learned soccer
and whittled away several hours in idle pursuits.Then as morning approached our time
evening drew in and many of the men reported hearing a cock crow three times.Suddenly
the evil knowledge and urges returned.However darkness was falling,the forces were far
too intermingled for a successful battle so both sides withdrew peacefully by mutual
consent.And so the Great Battle of the River Amazon wasn't!"
He'd done the numbers.Demon girl goes snakey,has opportunity to gobble up
old preacher.Tens of thousands of other people suddenly forget how to be bad.One
attempted murder of a elderly German preacherman versus tens of thousands of
potential wounded and dying suddenly stopped in its tracks.
Suddenly that dark green and brown egg in his kitchen was worth
protecting.With proper precautions of course.
Apparently I was a young evil snake chick who sucked the evil
out of others in order to manifest in my natural form.The anaconda was native to the
Amazon River.Hence I'd reformed into a evil monstrously huge anaconda snake.If
the battle had taken place in Egypt the preacher would have had a huge mean tempered
Nile crocodile to deal with.
" Damned if I want to be near you the next time you do the Can-Can though"
said the preacher as he sketched out the Ruetenbrock Telegraf his notion of what I
was.
" I'll be damned if I ever dance again either" I told him.
However by the next day I was shocked and somewhat pleasantly surprised
to discover my bust was bigger and my hair coiled lengthy and all about my bed.
Over the next few days that turned to alarm as I realized I was growing up
awfully fast.I was aging one year every day.That might work for another week
or so but after 2 months I'd be a elderly old maid and by four months probably
dust.
My transformation into a giant snake must have been the catalyst that
remade me other than a human girl.
Either I gobbled up the evil in the world and went scaley and big and
mean,or I'd die of old age in no time.
I managed to hold out for another month and a half but in the end
I settled for the dance and rebirth in a serpents egg.
The Great War of 1914 to 1918 came and I found plenty of opportunities to
rejuvenate myself.The Preacher built a concrete bunker to shelter in when I went
silly and we manage
My birth mother showed up from time to time,but refused to divulge too much
about her new youthful life or if she were prone to " silliness" like I was.
The preacher
died in the Great Influenza outbreak of 1918,and took my
secret with him to the grave.
At which point I started going into ventures which would help ensure my youth
and survival.