AIU:pt 6:Three the Hard Way
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jack_babalon"The key to psychic combat is the same key to winning any other kind of fight... be it physical, verbal or mental!" Kathy says with strained patience as she helps Trish pick herself back up off the floor. "That key is Belief! You gotta believe in yourself. This goes beyond confidence. Beyond hyperbole and attitude. We're talking about knowing and the willingness to use that knowing. This is why a lot of times you'll see weaker and less trained opponets win with nothing but anger on their side. Why? Because at that moment there is neither doubt nor faith. The anger is willingness without knowing but sometimes that's close enough... do you know what I mean?"
Trish just shakes her head 'No'. Her body is a sack of bruises, her left eye is swollen over and it feels like something in her back has been dislocated.
"That's okay. I didn't at first either. You'll see what I mean one day... for better or worse. But right now I want you take it from the top. Assume the stance, feet no wider than your shoulders... yes, good like that... breathe in from the belly focusing on your Manipura chakra ... that's it.. now step over here and show me what you've got!"
She moves forward.
She inhales slowly. The alchemy of breath turns air into kundalini fire. The mind clears of thought. Trish takes it all in at once: Zach's on his back cradling a cracked knee cap. Daniel steps back slowly from his fallen companion, arms raised in the air and flashing a ten grand smile disarmingly. Victoria doesn't move. She just stands there with her arms folded watching Trish from under the arch of a raised eyebrow. Adam stands there behind her, chin to chest, locked in a bad sleep- got himself named like a first year minerval. That only leads the Jack O'Shadows unaccounted for...
"We can see that this is a bad time and that time is of the essence and you can see that we can see that too and we don't want to hurt you we don't we don't really want to hurt you that is if this isn't a good time that is if you have the time do you do you have the time..."
That's Daniel talking slowly with a steady paced monotone. He's dropping the Neurolinguistic programming techniques on her. Each word of his is a tiny spider trying to crawl inside her brain.
"Kahhhh... Kahhh... Kahhhllll yaaa ya fahhhkin' khhhunt!" Zach hisses through clenched teeth and a damaged larnyx. She can feel it. The raw pain. It's like the rush of heat that hits you when you open an oven door. He's broadcasting his damage back at her. She can feel the crack of the knee off him and her leg buckles under the weight of it.
"see see what you've done see what you've made us done you're done now aren't you done and tired and why are we fighting when we're all done here why..."
The final 'why' sinks like a stone down the well of her thoughts. Short circuits her concentration and the pain doubles up in her knee. She looks up and see's that Victoria is gone now. Standard hunting pack tactic. Two males dance around and distract the prey while the female circles back in ambush. One of the oldest tricks and she just...
Then it happens. The noise drops suddenly. She can see Daniel and Zach are still talking, their lips moving slowly, dream like exagerated, but no words are coming out of their mouth. In fact there's no sound coming from anywhere. She can't even hear her own breathing. Her ears pop followed by a wave of nausea that ripples out from her belly and spreads into every muscle in her body. Her vision goes blurry. A sharp and sudden burst of headache jabs into the middle of her skull. She screams out but doesn't make a single sound. Her lungs fill up with something that feels as heavy as water but is much, much colder. Her body freezes up and she drops to her knees. Everything goes black.
The Jack O'Shadows rises up from behind her and comes crashing down on Trish like a hard black wave, enveloping her completely, until only a darkened outline remains frozen where she was one standing. Victoria steps from behind it lighting a cigarette: "Well... that was fun."
The Jack O'Shadows melts into a puddle and oozes over to Victoria's feet. She snaps her fingers and it begins dripping in reverse back up the length of her arm.
"What about Adam?" Daniel says composing himself with a quick shot from a hip flask.
"Fuck him! Whatta 'bout me?" Zach rasps "I gotta get me a doctor quick like..."
"He's still under and ours." Victoria says ignoring Zach.
"So we're good?" Daniel asks himself more than anyone else. Victoria shrugs a 'yes' in return.
"Ummm one quick question then..." Zach asks Victoria as he attempts to pick himself up off the floor and fails with a slump back to the ground. "what's wrong with you?"
Victoria shoots him an exasperated look but then catches Daniel's face flash nervous. She goes to say something but can't talk. That's when the cramps seize her entire body and she doubles over. She starts dry heaving and makes this disgusting gurgling sound.
Then from between her lips a single pure black butterfly emerges, climbs out and flutters out of her mouth. Then another. And another... until there's a swarm of them pouring out of Victoria. There is a sickening pop as her jaw is dislocated and the entire front porch is covered with hundreds of black butterflies that slowly start to form a pattern... a shape... a form... a human sillouette that drips off and reveals
Trish standing there dripping with shadows. She cracks her neck one way, then another with a twist of her head: "Let's try this again.."
Zach, on all fours now like a rabid dog, howls out at her. It is a primal shriek of pure and undiluted pain. Daniel and Victoria crouch down and cover their ears. The windows on the porch explode spraying glass shards everywhere.
Trish puts raises her forefinger and puts it to her mouth. A blue bubble shimmers around the scream. She closes her eyes, breathes in slowly and exhales. When she opens them she looks right into Zach's eyes. Traveling down them. Through rivers and webs of nerve endings. Through the crackling lightning storm of thought. There she can 'see' seven chakras spinning in his body. Beautiful and perfect mandala's of the body. The divine secret engine of the human animal. She reaches out and clutches the Anahatha chakra.
And squeezes.
Zach gasps. His eyes roll into the back of his head. He collapses to the floor. A pool of blood forming around his mouth.
"Next" Trish says turning to Daniel. She can read his next move. Same smile, same signaling of hand gestures. Daniel steps back and reaches behind him. Trish is already moving. Stepping over Victoria and side stepping behind Adam. Daniel pulls out a rather large pistol. He fires once. Twice. The third bullet streams right by Trish's face. In a blur she reaches into Adam's pants and goes for the .45 he keeps tucked away there.
In the time it takes the fourth shot from Daniel to put a hole in the screen door a foot to the left of Trish she has drawn, aimed, fired and stitched three shots across Daniel.
She doesn't watch him drop but turns to Victoria instead.
"Still having fun?"
Victoria looks up and spits in Trish's face.
Trish nods and pulls the trigger one more time.
She stands there for a long while. Her ears are ringing from the shots. Gun powder burns in her nostrils. She walks over to the swing chair and sits down. lays the gun gently by her side. Lights herself up a smoke. Looks over at the three bodies strewn across her property. Shakes her head in exasperation and then looks back up at Adam.
"There is a fourth name. A name I gave you along with a piece of my soul. By that name I call you back here..." she closes her eyes and whispers "Love".
Adam's head jerks up, his eyes pop open and he reaches back instinctively for his piece and stops mid motion: He puts it together with a quick sweep of the eyes. The three stiffs. The smell of gunfire and magick lingering like smoke in the air. That look on Trish's face sitting there.
"So" he says cautiously "Did I miss anything?"
Trish just shakes her head 'No'. Her body is a sack of bruises, her left eye is swollen over and it feels like something in her back has been dislocated.
"That's okay. I didn't at first either. You'll see what I mean one day... for better or worse. But right now I want you take it from the top. Assume the stance, feet no wider than your shoulders... yes, good like that... breathe in from the belly focusing on your Manipura chakra ... that's it.. now step over here and show me what you've got!"
She moves forward.
She inhales slowly. The alchemy of breath turns air into kundalini fire. The mind clears of thought. Trish takes it all in at once: Zach's on his back cradling a cracked knee cap. Daniel steps back slowly from his fallen companion, arms raised in the air and flashing a ten grand smile disarmingly. Victoria doesn't move. She just stands there with her arms folded watching Trish from under the arch of a raised eyebrow. Adam stands there behind her, chin to chest, locked in a bad sleep- got himself named like a first year minerval. That only leads the Jack O'Shadows unaccounted for...
"We can see that this is a bad time and that time is of the essence and you can see that we can see that too and we don't want to hurt you we don't we don't really want to hurt you that is if this isn't a good time that is if you have the time do you do you have the time..."
That's Daniel talking slowly with a steady paced monotone. He's dropping the Neurolinguistic programming techniques on her. Each word of his is a tiny spider trying to crawl inside her brain.
"Kahhhh... Kahhh... Kahhhllll yaaa ya fahhhkin' khhhunt!" Zach hisses through clenched teeth and a damaged larnyx. She can feel it. The raw pain. It's like the rush of heat that hits you when you open an oven door. He's broadcasting his damage back at her. She can feel the crack of the knee off him and her leg buckles under the weight of it.
"see see what you've done see what you've made us done you're done now aren't you done and tired and why are we fighting when we're all done here why..."
The final 'why' sinks like a stone down the well of her thoughts. Short circuits her concentration and the pain doubles up in her knee. She looks up and see's that Victoria is gone now. Standard hunting pack tactic. Two males dance around and distract the prey while the female circles back in ambush. One of the oldest tricks and she just...
Then it happens. The noise drops suddenly. She can see Daniel and Zach are still talking, their lips moving slowly, dream like exagerated, but no words are coming out of their mouth. In fact there's no sound coming from anywhere. She can't even hear her own breathing. Her ears pop followed by a wave of nausea that ripples out from her belly and spreads into every muscle in her body. Her vision goes blurry. A sharp and sudden burst of headache jabs into the middle of her skull. She screams out but doesn't make a single sound. Her lungs fill up with something that feels as heavy as water but is much, much colder. Her body freezes up and she drops to her knees. Everything goes black.
The Jack O'Shadows rises up from behind her and comes crashing down on Trish like a hard black wave, enveloping her completely, until only a darkened outline remains frozen where she was one standing. Victoria steps from behind it lighting a cigarette: "Well... that was fun."
The Jack O'Shadows melts into a puddle and oozes over to Victoria's feet. She snaps her fingers and it begins dripping in reverse back up the length of her arm.
"What about Adam?" Daniel says composing himself with a quick shot from a hip flask.
"Fuck him! Whatta 'bout me?" Zach rasps "I gotta get me a doctor quick like..."
"He's still under and ours." Victoria says ignoring Zach.
"So we're good?" Daniel asks himself more than anyone else. Victoria shrugs a 'yes' in return.
"Ummm one quick question then..." Zach asks Victoria as he attempts to pick himself up off the floor and fails with a slump back to the ground. "what's wrong with you?"
Victoria shoots him an exasperated look but then catches Daniel's face flash nervous. She goes to say something but can't talk. That's when the cramps seize her entire body and she doubles over. She starts dry heaving and makes this disgusting gurgling sound.
Then from between her lips a single pure black butterfly emerges, climbs out and flutters out of her mouth. Then another. And another... until there's a swarm of them pouring out of Victoria. There is a sickening pop as her jaw is dislocated and the entire front porch is covered with hundreds of black butterflies that slowly start to form a pattern... a shape... a form... a human sillouette that drips off and reveals
Trish standing there dripping with shadows. She cracks her neck one way, then another with a twist of her head: "Let's try this again.."
Zach, on all fours now like a rabid dog, howls out at her. It is a primal shriek of pure and undiluted pain. Daniel and Victoria crouch down and cover their ears. The windows on the porch explode spraying glass shards everywhere.
Trish puts raises her forefinger and puts it to her mouth. A blue bubble shimmers around the scream. She closes her eyes, breathes in slowly and exhales. When she opens them she looks right into Zach's eyes. Traveling down them. Through rivers and webs of nerve endings. Through the crackling lightning storm of thought. There she can 'see' seven chakras spinning in his body. Beautiful and perfect mandala's of the body. The divine secret engine of the human animal. She reaches out and clutches the Anahatha chakra.
And squeezes.
Zach gasps. His eyes roll into the back of his head. He collapses to the floor. A pool of blood forming around his mouth.
"Next" Trish says turning to Daniel. She can read his next move. Same smile, same signaling of hand gestures. Daniel steps back and reaches behind him. Trish is already moving. Stepping over Victoria and side stepping behind Adam. Daniel pulls out a rather large pistol. He fires once. Twice. The third bullet streams right by Trish's face. In a blur she reaches into Adam's pants and goes for the .45 he keeps tucked away there.
In the time it takes the fourth shot from Daniel to put a hole in the screen door a foot to the left of Trish she has drawn, aimed, fired and stitched three shots across Daniel.
She doesn't watch him drop but turns to Victoria instead.
"Still having fun?"
Victoria looks up and spits in Trish's face.
Trish nods and pulls the trigger one more time.
She stands there for a long while. Her ears are ringing from the shots. Gun powder burns in her nostrils. She walks over to the swing chair and sits down. lays the gun gently by her side. Lights herself up a smoke. Looks over at the three bodies strewn across her property. Shakes her head in exasperation and then looks back up at Adam.
"There is a fourth name. A name I gave you along with a piece of my soul. By that name I call you back here..." she closes her eyes and whispers "Love".
Adam's head jerks up, his eyes pop open and he reaches back instinctively for his piece and stops mid motion: He puts it together with a quick sweep of the eyes. The three stiffs. The smell of gunfire and magick lingering like smoke in the air. That look on Trish's face sitting there.
"So" he says cautiously "Did I miss anything?"