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jack_babaloncontinued from chapter 5:"The speaker was an angel"
Trish knows that the greatest lie ever told was that the world was anything but wonderful. That it was faith alone that haunted this universe. There were no monsters under the bed and there were no angels looking over our shoulders. Nothing new was under the sun. After all magick was a dead myth, God was nothing but the math of chance and the rest was best left as guess. After all seeing is believing... even if there's nothing left to see here.
Keep moving.
She vaults the rail from one set of stairs to another. In front of her the Angels sink through the stone steps and air. Silent. With the gravity of a dream. Their jellyfish skin lit up with dayglow chakras. Dragonfly wings spread wide with their flecks of oil slick rainbows shifting. A smell of gunpowder and electrified rain. Her heart pounds with adrenalins anvil. Inches away from death. Hunted by the Impossible!
The truth is is that there is no truth... but knowing that made the Lie the most dangerous weapon of them all.
I think I know how to beat them She thinkspeaks to Nikki.
*********
No answer!
Where the fuck is she?
Adam pockets the phone.
Fine. Whatever. Adam don't know much but he knows that the subtle art that separates the men from the bores is knowing just when to leave a party. He slides off the stool but not before snagging a strangers drink off the bar and downing it quick in his exit to the door. He doesn't rush. It's all good. There's a Sigil Tag right around the corner from here. He can hop it to a match and be home before anyone figures out what's going on.
He splurges on a smug laugh to himself. Life was a joke at times that only he got.
At the door now and Security's too busy matching guest lists to bullshit stories to even notice him. He takes it nice and easy. Lights up a smoke, shoots a score with the now empty drink into the garbage bin and turns around to bid a fond fuck you too to the club.
An amateurs mistake. After all the oldest trap is simply looking back.
He catches her on the edge of the floor. Sarah. She's doing some kind of ethereal boogaloo to what sounds like a crack head remix of a funeral march on steroids. Her eyes are closed, navigating the beat impeccably, steps synch with samples and she's got this cruel little smile on that's meant just for him. Her eyes open, aim down the barrel of the crowd and bullseye a locked stare. Everything freeze frames and the brain hits the mute. The moment is charged with the eternal second that exists before the draw of a gun. Finally she shrugs with a quick bye-bye wave and goes back dancing as if he was already gone.
"Fuck it man, nows not the time to be dealing with this shit. Go. Just go while you can." he tells himself even as he crosses the floor back towards her. Suddenly some asshole is up in his face talking nonsense about his drink. Adam snaps his fingers a couple of times in front of his face and the asshole doubles over hugging his guts as a stream of shit trickles down his legs. He steps around and snags Sarah by the arm. She responds with a punch to the nose. He reels back. She leans in and drops a deep kiss on him before he pushes her off.
"I want my shit back" he hisses.
"Or?" A Cheshire grin glowing purple in the light. Adam makes like he's going to strike but she just opens her body up defiantly. He withdraws the gesture, reigns in a curse, looks around nervously and leans in.
"You don't understand, that shit wasn't mine. Okay? It's fuckin' Sam's... y'know Sam? Mother fucker who owns this place."
She shrugs. She's bored already, watching from the corner of her eyes a big booted girl flaying neon dread locks to the vocals. He grabs her arm again. She just looks at the arm and then at him. He removes it.
"C'mon" he pleads "I'm fucked big time here if I don't come up with it."
"Actually if you think about it... you're fucked big time even if you do give it back to him."
Adam knows she's right. He's seen too much. Sure as shit Sam will come looking for him. No matter how far he runs.No matter how long he hides. It's only a matter of time. And then...? The chemical rush crashes behind his skull. It's all going wrong. Again. Bad alchemy as everything seems to turn to shit at the touch of his will.
"Hey, listen to me for a second..." Sarah purrs lifting his chin up with her fingers, "you can do this, alright? Prove to me you're more than just some great head and free blow."
"Well what else d'ya want from me... dinner and a movie?"
"Heh. No... I want someone who can keep up."
"What?"
"Here" she reaches into her purse and hands him his cell phone. He pats himself down in disbelief and snatches it back from her.
"Don't lose the number... you'll need it."
He looks down at it. Shit there aren't even enough digits to make up a phone number. He shakes his head in disbelief and pockets it.
"Y'know you're not listening to me. See here's the thing, when Sam's done with me..." but before Adam can finish the sentence a massive hand slaps a grab around his neck and he feels his right arm pulled tightly behind his back.
"Mr Oldham wasn't done talking to you." a familiar baritone whispers in his ear. Adam is pulled back from the floor. Sarah makes a telephone with her pinky and thumb mouthing a 'call me' with a wink.
"Whaddya doing man, that's her! That's her!" Adam shrieks hysterically at Antonio as he's dragged back to the office, "She's got the SHIT okay... look. Just look for chrissakes!"
Antonio pauses and follows the jab of Adam's finger.
But as you have probably guessed, she's gone.
"Let's go." Antonio rumbles dismissively over the din. Adam doesn't even fight back. Sometimes withdrawls not an option, not even for the best of cowards.
continued (God, Goddess and Buddha willing) this afternoon
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Worked on this last night after a nice bike ride around Cabbage Town and a swim at my buddys. The whole thing kinda just seized me and thankfully I remembered that I have a pretty decent removable memory stick now so I can work at home and transfer the material back to the office for uploading. I know the story's not everyone's thing but for the few of you who do enjoy it thanks for being patient.
Hmmm a massively delayed serial... maybe I can be a comic book writer after all;)
Trish knows that the greatest lie ever told was that the world was anything but wonderful. That it was faith alone that haunted this universe. There were no monsters under the bed and there were no angels looking over our shoulders. Nothing new was under the sun. After all magick was a dead myth, God was nothing but the math of chance and the rest was best left as guess. After all seeing is believing... even if there's nothing left to see here.
Keep moving.
She vaults the rail from one set of stairs to another. In front of her the Angels sink through the stone steps and air. Silent. With the gravity of a dream. Their jellyfish skin lit up with dayglow chakras. Dragonfly wings spread wide with their flecks of oil slick rainbows shifting. A smell of gunpowder and electrified rain. Her heart pounds with adrenalins anvil. Inches away from death. Hunted by the Impossible!
The truth is is that there is no truth... but knowing that made the Lie the most dangerous weapon of them all.
I think I know how to beat them She thinkspeaks to Nikki.
No answer!
Where the fuck is she?
Adam pockets the phone.
Fine. Whatever. Adam don't know much but he knows that the subtle art that separates the men from the bores is knowing just when to leave a party. He slides off the stool but not before snagging a strangers drink off the bar and downing it quick in his exit to the door. He doesn't rush. It's all good. There's a Sigil Tag right around the corner from here. He can hop it to a match and be home before anyone figures out what's going on.
He splurges on a smug laugh to himself. Life was a joke at times that only he got.
At the door now and Security's too busy matching guest lists to bullshit stories to even notice him. He takes it nice and easy. Lights up a smoke, shoots a score with the now empty drink into the garbage bin and turns around to bid a fond fuck you too to the club.
An amateurs mistake. After all the oldest trap is simply looking back.
He catches her on the edge of the floor. Sarah. She's doing some kind of ethereal boogaloo to what sounds like a crack head remix of a funeral march on steroids. Her eyes are closed, navigating the beat impeccably, steps synch with samples and she's got this cruel little smile on that's meant just for him. Her eyes open, aim down the barrel of the crowd and bullseye a locked stare. Everything freeze frames and the brain hits the mute. The moment is charged with the eternal second that exists before the draw of a gun. Finally she shrugs with a quick bye-bye wave and goes back dancing as if he was already gone.
"Fuck it man, nows not the time to be dealing with this shit. Go. Just go while you can." he tells himself even as he crosses the floor back towards her. Suddenly some asshole is up in his face talking nonsense about his drink. Adam snaps his fingers a couple of times in front of his face and the asshole doubles over hugging his guts as a stream of shit trickles down his legs. He steps around and snags Sarah by the arm. She responds with a punch to the nose. He reels back. She leans in and drops a deep kiss on him before he pushes her off.
"I want my shit back" he hisses.
"Or?" A Cheshire grin glowing purple in the light. Adam makes like he's going to strike but she just opens her body up defiantly. He withdraws the gesture, reigns in a curse, looks around nervously and leans in.
"You don't understand, that shit wasn't mine. Okay? It's fuckin' Sam's... y'know Sam? Mother fucker who owns this place."
She shrugs. She's bored already, watching from the corner of her eyes a big booted girl flaying neon dread locks to the vocals. He grabs her arm again. She just looks at the arm and then at him. He removes it.
"C'mon" he pleads "I'm fucked big time here if I don't come up with it."
"Actually if you think about it... you're fucked big time even if you do give it back to him."
Adam knows she's right. He's seen too much. Sure as shit Sam will come looking for him. No matter how far he runs.No matter how long he hides. It's only a matter of time. And then...? The chemical rush crashes behind his skull. It's all going wrong. Again. Bad alchemy as everything seems to turn to shit at the touch of his will.
"Hey, listen to me for a second..." Sarah purrs lifting his chin up with her fingers, "you can do this, alright? Prove to me you're more than just some great head and free blow."
"Well what else d'ya want from me... dinner and a movie?"
"Heh. No... I want someone who can keep up."
"What?"
"Here" she reaches into her purse and hands him his cell phone. He pats himself down in disbelief and snatches it back from her.
"Don't lose the number... you'll need it."
He looks down at it. Shit there aren't even enough digits to make up a phone number. He shakes his head in disbelief and pockets it.
"Y'know you're not listening to me. See here's the thing, when Sam's done with me..." but before Adam can finish the sentence a massive hand slaps a grab around his neck and he feels his right arm pulled tightly behind his back.
"Mr Oldham wasn't done talking to you." a familiar baritone whispers in his ear. Adam is pulled back from the floor. Sarah makes a telephone with her pinky and thumb mouthing a 'call me' with a wink.
"Whaddya doing man, that's her! That's her!" Adam shrieks hysterically at Antonio as he's dragged back to the office, "She's got the SHIT okay... look. Just look for chrissakes!"
Antonio pauses and follows the jab of Adam's finger.
But as you have probably guessed, she's gone.
"Let's go." Antonio rumbles dismissively over the din. Adam doesn't even fight back. Sometimes withdrawls not an option, not even for the best of cowards.
continued (God, Goddess and Buddha willing) this afternoon
Worked on this last night after a nice bike ride around Cabbage Town and a swim at my buddys. The whole thing kinda just seized me and thankfully I remembered that I have a pretty decent removable memory stick now so I can work at home and transfer the material back to the office for uploading. I know the story's not everyone's thing but for the few of you who do enjoy it thanks for being patient.
Hmmm a massively delayed serial... maybe I can be a comic book writer after all;)
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