Losing My Religion
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Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated this in awhile. I wrote the first 3 chapters in a very sporadic sense and was unsure how I could smoothly continue the plot. Cub's trial was supposed to be on Friday but was bumped back to this week, thus I have this subject on my mind again… I'm not a religious person but I think I'm going to have to resort to praying because I have this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that something isn't going to go right. So I've resorted to a lot of praying.
Sorry these chapters aren't very long. I have nights where I force myself to post to break writer's block while at the same time promising myself I'll go to bed early. Dilemma, dilemma. This itsy piece is dedicated to my poor dying puppy and of course C-Diddy.
Disclaimer: Ducks go to Disney and the newspaper article (with different information) was originally run in the June 6, 2002 edition of the Denver Post. As soon as this situation ends, I swear I'll come kayaking with you Cubby.
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(Ji-Hi) As always you're my muse. It's difficult to get me to write without bugging you online for a couple hours. Thanks for putting up with me.
(Meme-Ann) Thanks.
(Kshyne9) Ha ha thanks. Reality is a big peeve of mine in stories, so much so I usually abandon any Disney like aspects. You've probably figured out who the girl is, but do read on!
(The Artist Formerly Known as Q) Bombay always somewhat reminded me of my friend Cub (minus the beginnings as a dick) so when someone brought up the idea I couldn't help but feel the need to write this. Thanks for the comments, I feel honoured to have you reading and reviewing. Such a dork I know. You made an excellent point, I need to start having the characters do something besides thinking. When I've been writing this, I haven't been in the best state of mind, but I'll definitely work on that.
(Super-Steph) Thank you.
(Canadian-Hockey-Girl) Each chapter has changed viewpoints. First Bombay then Charlie then Julie. It's just to ease my spontaneous mind and to give a sense of how different people feel. I desperately want to go to Whistler. I have friends and family in Vancouver.
(CakeEater'sGirly99) Thanks for the compliments :blushes: It's great to know people enjoy your work. As far as Bombay, watch you, you might pick up on something ;-)
(Padfoots-Pirate) Screw you, cranberry juice is the shiz. Only juice I really like. Ha ha I remembered how to get to your house, I haven't smoked myself stupid.
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Chapter Four: Fistful of Sand
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Up
from the sands of the mighty Sahara comes,
Our hero bold, who so
it's told,
is a lot like you and me.
His passion burns, the
world it turns,
He fills his hand to fill the void,
And fuels
the constant feeling,
Of nothingness inside his soul.
Feels
like nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing ever could.
Dark and
jaded world I hated,
Everything I left behind.
I don't need
you, and I don't want you,
World that left me blind.
Beneath
the sands of the mighty Sahara lies,
Buried treasure sunken
deep,
in darkened tombs where dead men sleep.
Gold fills hands,
or is it sand,
The same that covers everything?
Where cities
stood, soon deserts found,
Now sink beneath the swelling
ground.
Feels like nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing
ever could.
Dark and jaded world I hated,
Everything I left
behind.
I don't need you, and I don't want you,
World that left
me blind.
This world is for the taking,
This world is
suffocating.
Plastic bags of Novocain,
Some PCP to kill the
pain.
Build a tomb to store your rust,
Moth-eaten piles of
blowing dust.
Under the sands of the mighty Sahara,
Goes
our hero bold, in search of gold,
a casket for a dying world.
Our
hero stands, wealth in hand,
The prize for his endeavors.
The
masses cheer, to hide their fears
That no man lives
forever.
Feels like nothing ever did.
Kills like nothing
ever could.
Dark and jaded world I hated,
Everything I left
behind.
I don't need you, and I don't want you,
World that left
me blind.
Fistful of Sand Five Iron Frenzy
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"Bombay is such a perv," Averman rolled his eyes tightening his skates. "I just hope he gets what he deserves in his trial tomorrow."
"I don't know why they let someone like that with kids," Dwayne chimed in from across the locker room, half a dozen heads nodding in agreement. In the weeks since the allegations had become public a state of frenzied accusation had fallen over the Ducks.
"I just feel so bad for Connie you know," Greg stated, voice muffled from pulling his shoulder pads over his face. "Having to have gone through this for so long. I say we castrate him."
"Yeah!" Guy cheered, followed in suit by a couple more voices.
"How about you guys just shut the fuck up," a disgruntled voice spat as the door opened. Charlie stormed through the room and threw his bag into the corner. "You traitors, little backstabbing cunts."
"Nice Conway, real nice," Fulton growled. "Is Bombay caressing you in the right spots too to keep quiet? Buying you off so he can keep your ass to his self?" The sharp comment sent an eerie hush over the room, the only sound was the sharp breaths of their angered captain.
"So this is how you repay him? Everything he did for us, all those times he saved our asses. You guys are pathetic, whipped by that sick little slut. We'd all be pathetic burnouts still living in the ghetto. I mean Fult if it weren't for Bombay you'd still be living with your pathetic drug-dealing whore of a mom. One of her boyfriends probably would have beat you to death by now," his usually sturdy voice powered by short raspy breaths.
"Connie is not a slut," Guy rose to his feet, face flushed.
"Yes she is," Charlie narrowed his eyes stepping towards his teammate. "Her and her pathetic pity me, pity me I think I'm so damn sexy that everyone wants me, so I'll destroy the life of someone who cared for me because I'm an idiot scumbag." Within a split second Guy had lunged onto Conway, attempting to take him onto the floor. Using his leverage the brunette flipped the smaller boy into a headlock taking a swing at his face. Instinctively Portman and Fulton darted off the bench each pushing on one side of their captain's shoulder unintentionally forcing him to the ground face first on top of Guy. Charlie was no match for Fulton or Portman, let alone together, allowing the Bash Brother to come to his feet and lift Charlie off the floor. Guy scrambled to his feet, scowling and limping back over to his bag. Portman let go of the flurried boy who slumped to the floor, kicking his limp figure. The bustle of cheers and rants came to dead hush as soon as it had begun. Slowly Charlie wobbled to his feet, head down, brown curls flooding his face. Silently he staggered out of the room without a second word or look at anyone, and not even the slamming of the door could break the silence.
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"Um… Connie, how are you feeling?" Julie tried to emphasize while tying her skates. The brunette paused and sighed, burying her head into her hands.
"I don't know really… this last month has just been really stressful," she sighed biting her lip.
"I'm really sorry sweetie… you do know if you ever need to talk to me, I'm always here. I'll never abandon you or hurt you," she soothed softly. Connie slowly raised her head wiping her eyes as though she was choking back tears.
"Honestly? I've just been so afraid, you know that Guy will leave me, that he'll come back and hur- I mean…" she stuttered off her face flushed.
"He'll what? Con, did that jackass threaten you?"
"No… I mean, just forget about it okay. It's not a big deal," she shrugged returning to lacing up her skates.
"Connie, he can't hurt you if you tell us. It's not fair that you have to go through this," Julie quivered, horrified by the mere thought of her friend having had to go through this. "I hate to see you suffer, it hurts so much. It hurts all of us, we care so much about you…"
"Charlie thinks I'm a slut," she trembled, voice hoarse.
"He's just in shock having been so close with him. He's in denial. Don't listen to him, he's loosing his mind. I know he hates to see this going on, he doesn't want to think you've gotten hurt," the blonde sighed. There was an awkward pause before Connie burst into tears.
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