I was led to my weapons by the LORD two weeks ago. I was really looking for food or something I could sell for food. Clothes that fit would be nice too. I had found a nice pair of lace-up black Army boots the week before. I left my IPod where the boots had been. I had just learned it was on the Devil list. It wasn't stealing that way. It was more like a trade. Plus they were living in a townhouse so they had to have money and more shoes. They could charge the IPod too. If they really needed the boots they wouldn't have left them out on the back porch to air out like that. The bad part was who ever owned them had athletes feet and now so did I.
The sword and the gun I had found by poaching. Poaching was a recent invention and I was not the sole practitioner of it. My version was to sit not far from my pond near the entrance of the big subdivision next to it. There was a dead end side road that had trees for shade where I could sit and watch the traffic coming in and out the main road for the place. The County Sheriff delivered the vacate notices around the same time every morning. A poacher followed them. If you knew the streets in the subdivision like I did then you could watch them and guess based on where they turned off where to look for them. Then I would hang back and watch the people get evicted. The weeping and wailing was sad. I knew how they felt. I had once lived here too until they came and knocked on my door. The Sheriffs were polite, efficient, and they were gone quickly. They had a lot of practice at this work.
The people? They usually waited until to the Sheriff Deputies left to get really angry. They would try running it on them when they came in and were informed that a cell awaited them if they didn't shut up. That usually chilled almost everyone out. After the Sheriff left they would stand around outside and yell, make cell phone calls, and load up some of the stuff in the car or cars and be gone. That's when I made my move. I wore a backpack and I didn't hesitate to load it heavy. My goal was canned goods usually. They were heavy but I needed to eat. Then what ever else caught my eye. I was also looking for stuff from the bathroom this time. I needed toilet paper, aspirin, and toothpaste. I had become pretty good at evaluating the boxes and hefty bags based on when they came out, what the family was composed off as far as age and nationality, and what they agonized over not taking when they bailed.
This time I was drawn to a box labeled "Dad's Stuff." I saw the boy, a White kid who was maybe 14 trying to convince his Mom to take it. She went ballistic. I didn't see any adult males in their family group so it wasn't hard to guess the back story. It got kicked to the curb like she had probably been. I went in fast after they left. Partially because I didn't want any neighbors coming out and giving me shit. The other reason was pride. I felt like a lowlife doing it. I stuffed the box the kid had wanted to take in my backpack first without looking at it. It was a fairly big box and it rattled. I ripped open some plastic trash bags with my pocket knife. No food. Some spices of which I took the pepper and salt. I did find my aspirins which was good. Everyday I woke up it seemed like something hurt in my body. Some days my back. Some days my teeth. Some days my head. Some days everything. Lately it was everything. I was in and out in 10 minutes and the trash bags looked like an angry raccoon had hit them. I tried to be neat and not litter but that didn't always work.
Monday, August 9, 2010
The Chosen One - Chapter 1a
My name is Wyatt. I am no one. I am some one. I am the Chosen of God. No one knows this yet but my time is coming. I will be the Lords right hand in this world of sin, corruption, and broken promises. HE, the Almighty has told me so. I am looking forward to it. I am not exactly sure how it is going to work. I figure HE will keep me posted. Doors will open. People will appear. That is the usual procedure. Hopefully this will include me eating at least once a day. I would think so. My Bible says he provides even for the sparrows. Then again how much can a sparrow eat? I admit I do have my doubts at times. Not in HE of course. It's the little details that some one who is all powerful probably doesn't spend a lot of time on. Like me eating. I push these thoughts aside. It is probably the devil anyways who is trying to sow his seeds of discord inside my head and heart. Plus it is a nice day.
I am laying flat on my back in patch of ferns near a pond. It is comfortable and I am watching the tree leaves above me move in the breeze. Occasionally a leaf comes lose and falls to the ground. I watch it drop an imagine that somewhere a person has died. Just like the bell rang when an angel got its wings in the old movie I saw as a kid. I like thinking that when a leave falls to the ground when a soul has moved on. I don't know this for a fact. HE didn't tell me. I just like the idea. I find it comforting. Just like I find comfort in my armor of the LORD. It's isn't complete yet but I have made a good start on putting it together. I read Ephesians for guidance and I was a bit confused about what I was supposed to wear. HE clued me in by showing where I was to find my starter kit. HE also showed me that all who come after me shall wear the starter kit too. They had Breastplates of Righteousness in my vision too! I don't have one yet which is a good thing I think. They looked like they would be heavy and hot. Maybe I don't get one because I am in charge. Who knows?
What I do have is a Gladius with a sheath. It is handmade. No cheap Chinese crap for the Chosen. I like it. It is beautiful. I keep it clean an oil it with WD-40 every night. The sheath is leather and handmade for it. I practice with it at night too. Especially when the moon is out and shining on my world. I dance with it in my hand and imagine HE is watching me through the eyes of the moon. Sometimes I scream for joy as I dance! It feels so right as I spin and leap across the grass and bushes of the place I have made my camp. Plus it chases away the darkness. I no longer fear what is keeping me company amongst these trees of the County Park. I am not the only one out here. The Devil is always abroad these days and never far. I have known this since forever. I fear not since HE has spoken to me. HE has given me the sword of Truth and the gun of Righteousness. With them I fear no one.
The gun is a beautiful weapon. It is a Colt Peacemaker which is another sign that he is helping me. HE is the Peacemaker. Except if your on his shit list. From what I have seen in my visions it is pretty long list. HE says I will have help. Even an Army. I just wish he would send one or two people soon. The loneliness, like the hunger, is always present. Even after I eat.
The Colt is a black powder gun. This was confusing to me at first. It was complicated for me to figure out how I was suppose to load it. Especially as I had never owned a gun before. It fits perfectly in my hand. I like it very much. He led me to it and the Gladius so that is all that matters. Black plastic guns are a sign of the Devil. There are a lot of things that are the sign of the Devil. So many that I am afraid that I may forget them all. I tell myself that if it isn't made of a substance he created like wood, metal, stone then it is bad. I am expecting clarification on all this eventually. HE really hates cell phones, IPods, computers, and cars. He also is not a fan of most music an art. He is in favor of sex. I am looking forward to that. Hopefully chocolate is okay too. I doubt if HE takes requests. I wouldn't have the nerve to make on during a vision anyways. I am usually scared shitless when I start having one. HE is not anyone to take lightly. So I pray and slip in my wishes that way. I figure prayer is like email. HE might read it. He might also have me blocked by his Spam filter. Then again if I am the Chosen that is unlikely.
I am ready. I feel my time is coming. I am impatient.
I am laying flat on my back in patch of ferns near a pond. It is comfortable and I am watching the tree leaves above me move in the breeze. Occasionally a leaf comes lose and falls to the ground. I watch it drop an imagine that somewhere a person has died. Just like the bell rang when an angel got its wings in the old movie I saw as a kid. I like thinking that when a leave falls to the ground when a soul has moved on. I don't know this for a fact. HE didn't tell me. I just like the idea. I find it comforting. Just like I find comfort in my armor of the LORD. It's isn't complete yet but I have made a good start on putting it together. I read Ephesians for guidance and I was a bit confused about what I was supposed to wear. HE clued me in by showing where I was to find my starter kit. HE also showed me that all who come after me shall wear the starter kit too. They had Breastplates of Righteousness in my vision too! I don't have one yet which is a good thing I think. They looked like they would be heavy and hot. Maybe I don't get one because I am in charge. Who knows?
What I do have is a Gladius with a sheath. It is handmade. No cheap Chinese crap for the Chosen. I like it. It is beautiful. I keep it clean an oil it with WD-40 every night. The sheath is leather and handmade for it. I practice with it at night too. Especially when the moon is out and shining on my world. I dance with it in my hand and imagine HE is watching me through the eyes of the moon. Sometimes I scream for joy as I dance! It feels so right as I spin and leap across the grass and bushes of the place I have made my camp. Plus it chases away the darkness. I no longer fear what is keeping me company amongst these trees of the County Park. I am not the only one out here. The Devil is always abroad these days and never far. I have known this since forever. I fear not since HE has spoken to me. HE has given me the sword of Truth and the gun of Righteousness. With them I fear no one.
The gun is a beautiful weapon. It is a Colt Peacemaker which is another sign that he is helping me. HE is the Peacemaker. Except if your on his shit list. From what I have seen in my visions it is pretty long list. HE says I will have help. Even an Army. I just wish he would send one or two people soon. The loneliness, like the hunger, is always present. Even after I eat.
The Colt is a black powder gun. This was confusing to me at first. It was complicated for me to figure out how I was suppose to load it. Especially as I had never owned a gun before. It fits perfectly in my hand. I like it very much. He led me to it and the Gladius so that is all that matters. Black plastic guns are a sign of the Devil. There are a lot of things that are the sign of the Devil. So many that I am afraid that I may forget them all. I tell myself that if it isn't made of a substance he created like wood, metal, stone then it is bad. I am expecting clarification on all this eventually. HE really hates cell phones, IPods, computers, and cars. He also is not a fan of most music an art. He is in favor of sex. I am looking forward to that. Hopefully chocolate is okay too. I doubt if HE takes requests. I wouldn't have the nerve to make on during a vision anyways. I am usually scared shitless when I start having one. HE is not anyone to take lightly. So I pray and slip in my wishes that way. I figure prayer is like email. HE might read it. He might also have me blocked by his Spam filter. Then again if I am the Chosen that is unlikely.
I am ready. I feel my time is coming. I am impatient.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
The Mover - Part 8
Getting back home was a nightmare. I ended up taking off my t-shirt and wrapping it around the top of my head. I used what water I had left to wash my face. I felt like I was covered in shit. I knew he had marked me and in doing it he had violated me worse than any possible beating he could have given me. I didn't want to see anyone and I sure as hell didn't want to be seen. That turned out to be impossible. The area was too heavily populated for me to go unnoticed. The thing was that I did. I was invisible. Worse. I was a leper. No one looked for long except a couple of kids who pointed at me as I passed and said "Serious beat down there." I snarled at them. They laughed. That didn't help my already bad mood. Even Mr Happy Face wasn't working. Doing it made my face hurt.
I was really hoping Fire wouldn't be home when I got there. It was not my day to be lucky. I forgot she was having carpenters in to build bunk beds in the extra bedrooms. The house was echoing to the sounds of nail guns and Latino gibber jabber. That ended when I came in and one of them met me at the door on his way out to his truck. He looked at me, said "Holy shit" and yelled "Anna! Anna! Come quick!" I yelled "No!" and bolted for the nearest bathroom. I hoped the stupid bitch had put towels out. I hit the door just as a Jose was coming out buckling his pants. I went past him, slammed the door shut, and yelled "Mother Fucker!" Of course Jose had just finished taking an egg burrito dump that he had probably been sitting on for days. Of course there wasn't any towels. Of course Anna decided to start beating on the door and yelling "What's a matter! Are you okay!" I looked at myself in the mirror and wanted to scream. Scream at her. Scream at the world. Scream at the fucker who had done this to me. Instead I took a deep breath and let it out. I repeated that three times. Enough to get centered. Enough not to go insane and draw any more attention to this shit.
Instead I cracked the door and told Fire "I'm okay. Just get me some towels an any antiseptic we might have."
"Mover...your soaked with blood...Do you want to go to the hospital?"
"No Fire." This was taking a lot of effort on my part but I continued calmly "Just get the towels and a first aid kit. If we don't have one maybe the workers do. If they don't please go buy one."
I think it was the "Please" that worked. I heard her yammering at the workers and movement as people went to do what I had asked. Now was the moment of truth. I took off the t-shirt I had wrapped around my head and put it in the sink and turned the water on. I squeezed it out and washed away the blood enough to see what he had cut into my forehead. It was still oozing blood but I could see it. I froze. Then I screamed and punched the drywall hard enough to put my fist through it. The sonofabitch had carved a happy face on my forehead like I was a pumpkin.
I was really hoping Fire wouldn't be home when I got there. It was not my day to be lucky. I forgot she was having carpenters in to build bunk beds in the extra bedrooms. The house was echoing to the sounds of nail guns and Latino gibber jabber. That ended when I came in and one of them met me at the door on his way out to his truck. He looked at me, said "Holy shit" and yelled "Anna! Anna! Come quick!" I yelled "No!" and bolted for the nearest bathroom. I hoped the stupid bitch had put towels out. I hit the door just as a Jose was coming out buckling his pants. I went past him, slammed the door shut, and yelled "Mother Fucker!" Of course Jose had just finished taking an egg burrito dump that he had probably been sitting on for days. Of course there wasn't any towels. Of course Anna decided to start beating on the door and yelling "What's a matter! Are you okay!" I looked at myself in the mirror and wanted to scream. Scream at her. Scream at the world. Scream at the fucker who had done this to me. Instead I took a deep breath and let it out. I repeated that three times. Enough to get centered. Enough not to go insane and draw any more attention to this shit.
Instead I cracked the door and told Fire "I'm okay. Just get me some towels an any antiseptic we might have."
"Mover...your soaked with blood...Do you want to go to the hospital?"
"No Fire." This was taking a lot of effort on my part but I continued calmly "Just get the towels and a first aid kit. If we don't have one maybe the workers do. If they don't please go buy one."
I think it was the "Please" that worked. I heard her yammering at the workers and movement as people went to do what I had asked. Now was the moment of truth. I took off the t-shirt I had wrapped around my head and put it in the sink and turned the water on. I squeezed it out and washed away the blood enough to see what he had cut into my forehead. It was still oozing blood but I could see it. I froze. Then I screamed and punched the drywall hard enough to put my fist through it. The sonofabitch had carved a happy face on my forehead like I was a pumpkin.
The Mover - Part 7f
Instead I wasn't prepared for what happened next. Once again my head was jerked back and the tip of a knife rested between my eyes right at the point where I shaved to prevent monobrow. I couldn't help myself. My eyes crossed looking at the blade and the hand holding it.
"You're going to leave and never come this way again."
I nodded my head. That was a mistake. I was now beginning to bleed from from where the tip had just punctured skin due to my stupidity in nodding. I was also beginning to think I might get out of this alive.
He continued "None of your people will conduct Ops, pass out tracts, or walk my streets. If they do I will find you. We won't talk when I do. Do you understand?"
I croaked out a "Yes."
"I don't like you. I don't believe your bullshit. You're lucky I was listening to your little harangue earlier. Don't bring your Burner shit beyond the Car People parking lot."
The voice in my head was shouting "He's going to let me live! Dumbass is making a serious mistake. Payback was going to be a bitch."
The blade disappeared from view. I felt it arrive at its new resting point -- the top of my forehead. He changed position and tilted my head back. I looked directly up and into his eyes. They were blue. His face was expressionless. He said "I didn't miss which way you were looking when you were rubbing your dick. You better hope no one disappears or is hurt around here anytime soon." I felt his grip tighten on my hair and the blade began cutting its way down my forehead. It burnt like cold fire. I yelled "Hey!" I felt the blade stop and then start again back at the top. Blood was starting to pour down my face. I started to struggle and as soon as I did the blade re-centered itself in front of my right eye. I heard "Don't" and I stopped. He went back to work. About 30 seconds later he stopped, looked at his work, smiled, and told me "Not bad. When you look at it in the mirror I want you to think about today. You fucking asshole!" As he said "Asshole" he slapped me hard upside the head and stepped back. I was completely blinded by the blood in my eyes now but I heard him say "Remember" and I knew he was going.
"You're going to leave and never come this way again."
I nodded my head. That was a mistake. I was now beginning to bleed from from where the tip had just punctured skin due to my stupidity in nodding. I was also beginning to think I might get out of this alive.
He continued "None of your people will conduct Ops, pass out tracts, or walk my streets. If they do I will find you. We won't talk when I do. Do you understand?"
I croaked out a "Yes."
"I don't like you. I don't believe your bullshit. You're lucky I was listening to your little harangue earlier. Don't bring your Burner shit beyond the Car People parking lot."
The voice in my head was shouting "He's going to let me live! Dumbass is making a serious mistake. Payback was going to be a bitch."
The blade disappeared from view. I felt it arrive at its new resting point -- the top of my forehead. He changed position and tilted my head back. I looked directly up and into his eyes. They were blue. His face was expressionless. He said "I didn't miss which way you were looking when you were rubbing your dick. You better hope no one disappears or is hurt around here anytime soon." I felt his grip tighten on my hair and the blade began cutting its way down my forehead. It burnt like cold fire. I yelled "Hey!" I felt the blade stop and then start again back at the top. Blood was starting to pour down my face. I started to struggle and as soon as I did the blade re-centered itself in front of my right eye. I heard "Don't" and I stopped. He went back to work. About 30 seconds later he stopped, looked at his work, smiled, and told me "Not bad. When you look at it in the mirror I want you to think about today. You fucking asshole!" As he said "Asshole" he slapped me hard upside the head and stepped back. I was completely blinded by the blood in my eyes now but I heard him say "Remember" and I knew he was going.
Monday, August 2, 2010
The Mover - Part 7e
A little later, I was thinking "Doesn't this guy have a life?" He finally decided to talk to me.
"Hey." His voice was soft and solicitous. "You okay?"
"Can I move my head?" I asked him.
"Sure. Go ahead and sit or stand up" was his reply. I decided to stand up.
I moved slowly and braced myself for the pain. It didn't come. Instead I got to see the cause of my it. He watched me calmly while I looked him over. He was squatting on his haunches. I knew him. Not him personally. The type. We had used them as shooters and perimeter security. Often they were the ones who located and took down the client. Then we would take over, hood them, and transport them to the waiting Gulfstream, I could talk to him.
"You a vet? Black ops? I did a little of that. " While I waited for his reply I turned my head and blew snot, blood, an a ant or two onto the leaves.
He didn't say anything at first. Then he said "Tell me what you were doing." Left unsaid was what was going to happen if I didn't answer correctly. I was beginning to think I was going to get out of this alive. I also thought I could take him if I got a chance. Take away the weapons and I was a lot better then most of these guys.
So I told him "I was scoping out the bank. I'm the head of a Burner group here." I waited for the recognition of the name. I mean we were major media lately. I got nothing. Nada. We might do an Op here and..." He came out of the squat, snapped a kick into my solar plexus, and was back to squatting before I finished throwing up. Holy Jesus he was fast. I was laid out again. At least this time it wasn't face first in the dirt. I was back on knees and seriously considering going fetal for a couple of minutes. "Maybe he would go away if I did" passed through my mind. Not going to happen. This I knew. I wouldn't have. I would be just getting started.
"Hey." His voice was soft and solicitous. "You okay?"
"Can I move my head?" I asked him.
"Sure. Go ahead and sit or stand up" was his reply. I decided to stand up.
I moved slowly and braced myself for the pain. It didn't come. Instead I got to see the cause of my it. He watched me calmly while I looked him over. He was squatting on his haunches. I knew him. Not him personally. The type. We had used them as shooters and perimeter security. Often they were the ones who located and took down the client. Then we would take over, hood them, and transport them to the waiting Gulfstream, I could talk to him.
"You a vet? Black ops? I did a little of that. " While I waited for his reply I turned my head and blew snot, blood, an a ant or two onto the leaves.
He didn't say anything at first. Then he said "Tell me what you were doing." Left unsaid was what was going to happen if I didn't answer correctly. I was beginning to think I was going to get out of this alive. I also thought I could take him if I got a chance. Take away the weapons and I was a lot better then most of these guys.
So I told him "I was scoping out the bank. I'm the head of a Burner group here." I waited for the recognition of the name. I mean we were major media lately. I got nothing. Nada. We might do an Op here and..." He came out of the squat, snapped a kick into my solar plexus, and was back to squatting before I finished throwing up. Holy Jesus he was fast. I was laid out again. At least this time it wasn't face first in the dirt. I was back on knees and seriously considering going fetal for a couple of minutes. "Maybe he would go away if I did" passed through my mind. Not going to happen. This I knew. I wouldn't have. I would be just getting started.
The Mover - Part 7d
I found a place to settle in. It was a little awkward at first. I felt too visible standing up an ended up kneeling next to a tree. This was much better. With the binoculars I could look over the shelter, the parking lot next to it, and some kind of strip shopping center down the road. Off to the left of it and down a bit was a Wells Fargo bank. It was quiet out there. Minimal movement and what was I didn't find appealing.
I checked every car in the lot to make sure there wasn't anyone in them. Then I looked for cameras on the outside of the shelter. The only one I saw was pointed at the main door. No uniformed security guard walking the perimeter either. This was looking to be easy peasy. Now to focus on the shelter. It was after lunch so eventually I should see some traffic. Plus the women in there, well the article I had found online, said they usually worked minimum wage jobs. The article was a couple years old so a conservative estimate would be a few would still be working. They would be coming back soon.
I was patient. I waited for movement and about 40 minutes later I got it. She came out the fire door, shaded her eyes and looked up and down the street. Then she fished a pack of Marlboro Lights out of her purse and lit up. "Nasty habit bitch" I thought. I could over look it in her case. She was a brunette, maybe 5' 6", big breasted and hipped. She turned to blow smoke my way and I zoomed in on her. A classical White Nordic face. "Excellent!" I told myself. She came out the fire door so she works there. If she works there than she probably has a car in the parking lot. Yes. She definitely had potential. I liked watching her without her knowing it. It was so exciting. I hoped she didn't pick her nose. That was always gross an a possible disqualifier. She didn't. She was perfect. I kept watching.
I was still watching when the pain exploded. The pain was so intense that only later did I compare it to what getting shot must feel like. I fell forward. The binoculars forgotten. Everything forgotten except trying to reach back and touch my lower back. I expected blood and wouldn't have been surprised to have found a spear embedded there. Instead I felt a boot driving me further into the dirt. A hand yanked the Glock from it's holster and then the weight behind the boot disappeared. The pain didn't. After a few minutes had passed a voice said "Keep your hands where I can see them. Don't move unless you ask permission. Nod if you understand."
I nodded. What registered with me was the cold impersonal tone he had used. No emotion what so ever. Not good. This wasn't Billy Bob the Woods Robber. This was someone like me. Except he was a hell of a lot better than anyone I knew when it come to sneaking up on people. The pain meanwhile went from all consuming red to a fading pink with spikes of orange after an eternity. Whoever it was behind me wasn't big into talking. When the pain began easing up I asked him, "Can I move my face out of the dirt?"
"No."
I asked him "Why? It's hard to breathe like this and an ant just crawled up my nose."
His reply wasn't what I hoped for. I felt him move behind me and felt the pressure of a knee in the middle of my back. Then a hand grabbed a fist full of hair, yanked my head up, and just as quickly slammed it back down into the dirt. I screamed into the leaves. When I was done he told me "That fix your ant problem?" I didn't answer. It was occurring to me that I was very familiar with this situation. The perspective had always been different for me though. This was not a good thing.
I checked every car in the lot to make sure there wasn't anyone in them. Then I looked for cameras on the outside of the shelter. The only one I saw was pointed at the main door. No uniformed security guard walking the perimeter either. This was looking to be easy peasy. Now to focus on the shelter. It was after lunch so eventually I should see some traffic. Plus the women in there, well the article I had found online, said they usually worked minimum wage jobs. The article was a couple years old so a conservative estimate would be a few would still be working. They would be coming back soon.
I was patient. I waited for movement and about 40 minutes later I got it. She came out the fire door, shaded her eyes and looked up and down the street. Then she fished a pack of Marlboro Lights out of her purse and lit up. "Nasty habit bitch" I thought. I could over look it in her case. She was a brunette, maybe 5' 6", big breasted and hipped. She turned to blow smoke my way and I zoomed in on her. A classical White Nordic face. "Excellent!" I told myself. She came out the fire door so she works there. If she works there than she probably has a car in the parking lot. Yes. She definitely had potential. I liked watching her without her knowing it. It was so exciting. I hoped she didn't pick her nose. That was always gross an a possible disqualifier. She didn't. She was perfect. I kept watching.
I was still watching when the pain exploded. The pain was so intense that only later did I compare it to what getting shot must feel like. I fell forward. The binoculars forgotten. Everything forgotten except trying to reach back and touch my lower back. I expected blood and wouldn't have been surprised to have found a spear embedded there. Instead I felt a boot driving me further into the dirt. A hand yanked the Glock from it's holster and then the weight behind the boot disappeared. The pain didn't. After a few minutes had passed a voice said "Keep your hands where I can see them. Don't move unless you ask permission. Nod if you understand."
I nodded. What registered with me was the cold impersonal tone he had used. No emotion what so ever. Not good. This wasn't Billy Bob the Woods Robber. This was someone like me. Except he was a hell of a lot better than anyone I knew when it come to sneaking up on people. The pain meanwhile went from all consuming red to a fading pink with spikes of orange after an eternity. Whoever it was behind me wasn't big into talking. When the pain began easing up I asked him, "Can I move my face out of the dirt?"
"No."
I asked him "Why? It's hard to breathe like this and an ant just crawled up my nose."
His reply wasn't what I hoped for. I felt him move behind me and felt the pressure of a knee in the middle of my back. Then a hand grabbed a fist full of hair, yanked my head up, and just as quickly slammed it back down into the dirt. I screamed into the leaves. When I was done he told me "That fix your ant problem?" I didn't answer. It was occurring to me that I was very familiar with this situation. The perspective had always been different for me though. This was not a good thing.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
The Mover - Part 7c
I took a breath and realized that they were listening and I was loving it. I hit them with some more BIC material. Classic lines like
"They don't care if you live or die. They just want you to keep paying."
"The shit job of today is the high paying job of tomorrow if the bankers stay in power."
"If you think your pet politician loves you then you probably think a hand job is good sex."
That one got a laugh. I worked them and when I was done I mentioned that we were organizing. We could provide a safe place to live and food to eat for the right people. As soon as I said that someone yelled out "What's the right people?"
"You want to find out? Be here tomorrow. All I want to hear is why you are interested and what you think you can contribute." Then I waved goodbye and said I had other places to go to. I didn't want to stick around and get into endless discussions about politics and the specifics of what we had to offer.
I moved on feeling good. Real good. I could have probably brought the whole bunch home with me but we were after quality and not quantity. I was walking along thinking of what I needed to look for an ask them about tomorrow. I was considering bringing Fire with me. She would like being consulted and maybe it would bridge some of the distance that had sprung up between us. Hell, her bruises had faded. I was the one who was dealing with the shit that had set off inside me and I was doing a pretty damn good job of it. I had not even called Slut to see if she would like to meet somewhere quiet. Something I was still itching to do.
I came out of my thoughts feeling irritated with Fire. Much to my surprise I had ended up two blocks from the shelter. That was weird as I hadn't consciously planned on coming here. I looked around. I could follow the bike trail into DC or I could turn around and head back to the house. I could also cut back in the woods and circle around and have a decent view of the shelter. I did have my binoculars. Did I really want to go there? Sure I did. Just the idea of looking was exciting. I didn't plan on doing anything. Really.
I slipped through the woods like a ghost. Rarely did I move so well in the woods. I felt like I was flying over down logs and flowing around the clumps of bushes. I was excited. Very excited. I remembered this feeling very well. The feeling of the hunt. The knowing that if all went right I would be feeding soon. Feeding on the power of watching. The power of making. Making another person mine. Against their well. Mine. If god was all powerful then the sex must be mind blowing. The taking was almost as much fun as what came next.
"They don't care if you live or die. They just want you to keep paying."
"The shit job of today is the high paying job of tomorrow if the bankers stay in power."
"If you think your pet politician loves you then you probably think a hand job is good sex."
That one got a laugh. I worked them and when I was done I mentioned that we were organizing. We could provide a safe place to live and food to eat for the right people. As soon as I said that someone yelled out "What's the right people?"
"You want to find out? Be here tomorrow. All I want to hear is why you are interested and what you think you can contribute." Then I waved goodbye and said I had other places to go to. I didn't want to stick around and get into endless discussions about politics and the specifics of what we had to offer.
I moved on feeling good. Real good. I could have probably brought the whole bunch home with me but we were after quality and not quantity. I was walking along thinking of what I needed to look for an ask them about tomorrow. I was considering bringing Fire with me. She would like being consulted and maybe it would bridge some of the distance that had sprung up between us. Hell, her bruises had faded. I was the one who was dealing with the shit that had set off inside me and I was doing a pretty damn good job of it. I had not even called Slut to see if she would like to meet somewhere quiet. Something I was still itching to do.
I came out of my thoughts feeling irritated with Fire. Much to my surprise I had ended up two blocks from the shelter. That was weird as I hadn't consciously planned on coming here. I looked around. I could follow the bike trail into DC or I could turn around and head back to the house. I could also cut back in the woods and circle around and have a decent view of the shelter. I did have my binoculars. Did I really want to go there? Sure I did. Just the idea of looking was exciting. I didn't plan on doing anything. Really.
I slipped through the woods like a ghost. Rarely did I move so well in the woods. I felt like I was flying over down logs and flowing around the clumps of bushes. I was excited. Very excited. I remembered this feeling very well. The feeling of the hunt. The knowing that if all went right I would be feeding soon. Feeding on the power of watching. The power of making. Making another person mine. Against their well. Mine. If god was all powerful then the sex must be mind blowing. The taking was almost as much fun as what came next.
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