Chapter 5
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| "You still hanging in there, baby?", I whisper (in case Dad is still awake). "Mrphh..mmmumphhh", she lilts back. Now, finally, I can close my eyes, knowing that my new sneakers will be safe for the night, lovingly tucked away in my box of goodies under my bed. That night, my dreams were all honey-sweet: Mom was downstairs, humming an old song to herself; I could hear Dad in the backyard, frustrating himself while trying to fix the lawnmower. I could feel the humid, summer air pushing through the curtains in my room. I awoke the next morning to the sound of an arguement downstairs. | |
| The arguement was suddenly tossed out of my mind when my bedroom door was kicked open. They they were, two men in black suits. I let a laugh escape from my lips, "Ha, are you guys government agents?" The taller of the two said, "Yes we are." "What are you here for?" "You know too much." "So what, you gonna erase my memory with some high-tech gadget?" "Sort-of" deadpanned the Taller one and whipped out a Walther PPK and.... Thompson quickly shot the suspect between the eyes. Williams, the shorter of the two, moved the rest of the bodies into the room. Thompson looked under the bed and found the box. He then procured from his suit jacket a small vial of fluid which he proceeded to pour all over the box and the bodies. He then lit a match and threw it on the corpses and the box. A quick white flame started to burn and within seconds the room was awash in flame. Williams and Thompson quickly exited the house. Thompson jumped into the drivers seat of their plain black car and Williams soon followed. They drove for a couple of minutes before anything was said. When a fire truck, sirens blaring, passed them, the topic came up. "Won't they find the bodies?", Williams asked. "No, that shit I pored all over them is a flammable fluid that evaporates everthing into a superfine ash. When the police and firefighters comb over that place, they'll find no trace of human remains or anything that was in that box." They drove for a bit longer. Thompson saw a movie theatre advertising "Men In Black" and he had to laugh. Hollywood didn't know how close to the make they came, but instead of covering up aliens, the men in black covered up everything. | |
| Williams used the car phone to call HQ. "Yes, Thompson and I took care of that..... No. He said that it will evaporate....yes, yes,.....ok, I tell him" he clicked the phone off. "Daniels said that while we are in the area, we should contain 333 Woolridge Drive. Standard wetwork job. Some ginch tourist was spotted taking pictures in South Ridge, NM. He took a couple of pictures of rocks and shit like that, they think that he might have accidentaly taken a couple of pictures of the 'Meat House'." "They" were always paranoid when it came to the "Meat House". The "Meat House" was a nickname the guys gave to The South Ridge Cryogenic Facility. That particular place housed about 130 Government witnesses that are too precious to let go in society and too important to kill. Anytime someone might have even discovered the "Meat House" ,there was immediate action. | |
| I am the CROW | |
| I'm a SWM. Late 30's, medium build, about 6'1. I live in another world where I like to drink Mysterious Cosmic Herbal Tea. | |
| I'm a SWM. Late 30's, medium build, about 6'1. I live in another world where I like to drink Mysterious Cosmic Herbal Tea. | |
| As I am drinking my tea, I slip into the view of our universe. Everything-ALL, is a tuned in T.V. I see myself going on about my daily living, Other people- living. Every one is so happy. I see every one smiling at me, I smile back. So much happiness!! So healthy!! I pick up my cup, almost to my lips, then shock, It's empty, It drops, shatters. MY FOOT BLEEDING, MY HEART POUDING....SURE WISH I HAD SOME MORE M.C.H.TEA....... | |
| Damn Bandages. How inconvient. Damn shoes. Why do I always have to get shoes that never fit with extra attire on my feet? Why do I need my shoes on? Why do I always hurt my feet (oh we can't forget my ankles) always tripping, scratching, twisting, Hurting.....Where did I put that damn tea.....Well it looks like I'm stuck in this world (SWF 5'6 120pds without her #**#**# Mysterious Cosmic Herbal Tea "M.C.H.")SO much for goverment agents and happy people. I can feel EVERYONE in the air today. It's gonna be one of those days. Hmmm, lets see if I am gonna cry 32 times or 20 times today. How many cuurents will go right through my mortal self, straight to the core of my soul? How many times will I feel YOU? It seems to me that it times to go to the mountains today... Think I'll take a good friend with me...6'4...My soulmate...God had to give him a big body to be keeper of his soul...Such a good soul...Yep, gonna go to the mountains and dig for crystals. "HEALING OF MY SOUL..." "#%*# the tea, time to heal, time to be free, time is right, time is waiting, do you dare come with me?" |
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