Sunday, July 20, 2014

Tears of Sand

Prayer for Peace 
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

I'm only but a child
whose mind is full of pain
from watching the world,
who doesn't know my name
or know that I'm here
crying silent blue tears
as I stumble over fear
from those who wish harm
upon me and everyone
because we are not them,
and God's will will be done
for they see us as the enemy
as we try to get on with life
and ignore the growing danger
while they stab us with their ignorant knife.
I can't shut my eyes.
I can't close my mind.
I will not leave everyone behind.
I will face the danger.
I will face the threat.
I won't be afraid.
9/11 I won't forget.
If you wish to harm me,
I will open Hell's gate
and show you what a true American really is
as well as seal your fate
because I won't die
just because I'm not you,
and I'll defend my country
because my loyalty is true!
All these tears that I shed
will be for strangers I never met,
but I love this world
while Peace is a dream that I won't forget.

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Pieces of Diary

Whenever I Hear A Train
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

Whenever I hear a train,
I want to run.
I always wanted to run.
Since I was a child,
I would stand before the open door,
but then the door would slam shut.
I never knew
where it was
that I was supposed to go,
and instead of running free,
I caught the wrong train,
ending up
on the other side
of my world.
And I hear it now.
The ticket is in my hand,
and the path
is finally clear.
But I still don’t know
where it is
that calls me,
has called to me
since that first train whistle.
I’m scared.
Change is hard
especially for me,
but I’ve let the world
pass me by.
I’m done running on empty.
I’m done standing still.
The train’s coming,
coming
to take me
home.

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Saturday, July 19, 2014

Fragments of Broken Youth

Fragments of Broken Youth
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

“All Gays should be shot.”  Silence fell around us.  Did they hear me, hear what I just said?  I didn’t think so, so I said it again.  This time, they heard me.

It was 1996.  We were hanging out at Carl’s Diner in New Jersey.  It was late, and I don’t know how this conversation steered in that direction.  I was lost in thought, and then someone said something that dragged me back to reality.  My mind could not comprehend what was being said, so I said the first thing that came to mind.  And I said it again.

“How could you say such a thing?” one girl hissed, and then I realized that the man sitting beside her was gay.

How could I say such a thing?  I don’t know.  I didn’t even know that I had suffered a nervous breakdown until later.  I was still reeling from that toxic relationship I had been in a year ago, and now I was here with the man beside me, a white knight with stripes.  I say that because he was a good man, but one that got entangled in situations like hanging out at a drug house one night or watching his friends get drunk and stoned in the woods by Greenwood Lake; how could I say the other thing?  It was because I didn’t understand.  My mind was not working, and that reality, that conversation was my first encounter.  So, needless to say, I reacted like most ignorant people and said what I did.

I hate remembering the past.  I hate looking back on my past self.  I was so broken.  The food shoveling should have been a clue that I was hurting bad, but my parents and I could not hold one decent conversation.  I should have left the moment that I graduated high school, and then maybe, this conversation would never have happened.  I’m sure it would’ve later, but my mind would be working again.  And I would be reasonable and say something smart, maybe, but I never left home.  And I know that today, I should have.

Dane Cook said something interesting on the show Chelsea Lately.  He said something like, “Maybe, because we’re fucked up, we became comedians.”  Well, maybe in my case, I became a writer.  Since I was a child, I had these horrible experiences that I will never forget.  They are my nightmares, my demons, and I live with them every single day.  But I no longer run from them.  I no longer run from my past.  I find that writing about these experiences like that night at the diner puts these memories almost to rest, so hate me, if you might.  Or maybe, you understand.  In 1996, I was broken, destroyed, and it took a very long time to become the woman that I am today.  And if such a conversation occurred today, I would have said, “So, what if you’re Gay?  The world has bigger issues to deal with.”

Friday, July 18, 2014

Slice



Slice
By, Melissa R. Mendelson

All we wanted was a slice of heaven. 
They wanted more. 
They did not say, 
“We come in peace,” 
but they never 
said the word, 
“Invasion.” 
And invade, 
they have, 
slicing us down to size, 
miniscule in their plans, 
and we are losing. 
No more can we speak 
for our voices fall 
on deaf ears, 
and our hands are 
tied. 
This slice of heaven is sailing too fast, 
downward 
into oblivion, 
and we are sinking, 
struggling here,
where we once called, 
Home. 

What's A Home



What's A Home
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

What makes a home a home?
Is it the wooden floors
that we constantly walk,
leaving impressions
that we were here?
Is it the pictures
hung along the walls,
telling of the passion and love inside,
or the portraits of family,
loved ones here and gone
that would forever hold their picture
inside our hearts?
Is it the laughter and tears shed
along with slamming doors
and bitter arguments?
Is it the ghosts left behind
when the lights go out?
It's everything
for we are the walls inside,
filling corners
with the details
of our lives.
That's what makes home
a home.

I Will Speak Now


I Will Speak Now
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

They might be giants
with voices that will
shake, rattle, roll
the heavens,
bringing down the rains
upon stone
that they believe
could not break them,
and silence is golden,
their rule
to never be broken.
But one stone has been thrown.
A voice is heard,
a crash of thunder
that could bring down the heavens,
their reign,
and the mob rules.
And it is time for change,
whether they want it or not,
for the stone
has been thrown.
And in the words
of the great Avatar,
"I will speak now."

What Do I Call You Now?



What Do I Call You Now?
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

I never wanted to call you,
home,
but you are.
I bitched and moaned of
being here,
but here I am.
I keep coming back,
and now I enjoy
your beauty.
But your heart is cold,
and it breaks mine.
I want to call you,
home,
but you do
as you want
to do.
Don't you care
about those
that hold you dear
inside their hearts
and cherish the memories
that they have built here?
They call you, home.
I want to call you, home,
but you're not listening,
refusing us to speak on
what we hold dear.
But you just don't care,
so I feel
maybe,
I should leave.
Your beauty is long gone,
and so is your heart.
But I'm still
here.

Stealing Youth


Stealing Youth
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

If I lift the fabric of my heart,
I plunge deep
into memories
that tell me
that I was once happy,
and I see my grandparents,
may they rest in peace,
taking me to the airplane park
with my brothers.
Those moments are filled with youth,
love and laughter,
and I reign with happiness.
And now,
they threaten to take it all away,
bulldoze memories
that keep me human,
and it reminds me
that my grandparents are no longer here.
And no longer will I laugh and play,
but I remember.
How can I
lift the fabric
to my heart
to see the fading past
when the future holds nothing
but emptiness?

Tiny Toothpicks with Pretty, Black Bows



Tiny Toothpicks with Pretty, Black Bows

by, Melissa R. Mendelson

It's amazing.

A toothpick with black ribbon

ties my world together

in harmony,

and then the wood breaks.

My world crashes down

with black ribbon

biting ground.

Normality is zapped numb,

and struggle takes arms.

Cries are the rain falling hard,

and life disappears along waves

of harsh reality

that nature could be so cruel.

And we wait.

We hope.

We pray

for toothpicks to raise up

with pretty, black bows

to make everything okay.

Our world returns.

But do we,

could we

truly ever forget?

Guns Talk

Hey! Hey! Hey!
She was just walking down the street,
and they come blasting, chased by the heat.
The kid is playing outside while he is asleep,
and now one is lost with memories left to keep.

And some days I can’t even watch the news.
It’s killing me to see the good guys lose.

‘Cause guns are not the things of play.
This weapon claims lives and refuses to go away.
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Friday, May 30, 2014

The BlackOut Chapter Six

Chapter Six:

Music flowed down like soft, white wings.  Stress fell away, hypnotized and entranced.  Eyes remained shut.  Fingers moved up and down in the air as if leading those playing before him.  Tranquility was sweet, chasing the descendants of Moby and VAST.  Then, the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Rudy?”

“John?”  Rudy Lom sat up in his chair.  He threw a nut up in the air and caught it in his mouth.  “What’s going on?”

“Have you heard from Dorian?”

“Dorian?  No.  Why?”

“Is that music I hear?  What are you doing?”

“I am…  Was listening to music.”  He pushed a button on the pad beside him, and the music abruptly stopped.  “And popping my nuts.”

“Excuse me?”

“My nuts.  I mean.  Not my nuts.  My peanuts.”  He smacked himself on the forehead.  “Peanuts as like cashews and walnuts…”

“I get it.  Look, I’m on my way.”

“What’s going on with Dorian?”  He shifted in his seat.

“I’ll tell you when I get there.”

“Okay.”  The phone call ended.  “Stupid,” he cursed at himself.  He sensed someone nearby.  “Dorian?”

“Rudy.”

“John just called about you, and…”  Someone else stepped into view.  “Dr. Vaughn?”  He moved his hand toward the pad beside him, but Dorian aimed his gun at him.  “Dorian?  What are you doing?  What’s going on?  What did you do to him?”  He now faced Dr. Vaughn.

“First off, it is so good to see you, Rudy, and please, call me Nigel.”

“I asked you a question, Dr. Vaughn.”

“No, Rudy.  I’ll ask the question.  Where are the memories that you extracted from Dorian here?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”  Dorian clicked the safety off.  “Wait.  Wait.  I have them.  Why?”

“Because, Rudy.”  Dr. Vaughn was now face to face with him.  “You’re going to put them back.”

“And why would I do that?”

“It’s simple.  If you don’t, Dorian will shoot you.”

“No.  He won’t.”  Dorian fired, missing Rudy by an inch.  “Dorian!”

“I’m sorry, Rudy.  I really am.”

“Would you like to test me again?”  Rudy swallowed hard and shook his head.  “Good.  Now, get to work.”  Dr. Vaughn stepped back.

“It will just take me a few minutes to do that.  Dorian, could you lie on the table here, please?”

“I will sit,” and Dorian sat on the table with his gun still trained on Rudy.  “Why do I need these memories, doctor?”

“Answers.”

“Okay.  Just one more moment.”  Rudy tinkered with the now exposed circuitry in the back of Dorian’s head.  “All done.”  He slowly stepped back.

“Dorian?”  Dr. Vaughn stepped closer.  “Can you access them?”

“Yes.  Accessing them now.  I see…”  He fell silent.

“Dorian,” Rudy whispered.  “Dorian?”

“Give him a moment.”

“The child.  It’s a ten-year-old girl.  She’s dying.”

“I need you to access the last memory.  Let it take control.”

“What are you doing?”

“Not now, Rudy.”  The gun twitched in Dorian’s hand, and Rudy inched back.  “Let him remember.”

“Those aren’t his memories.”

“No, Rudy.  They’re hers.”

Dorian was now standing beside the hospital bed.  The child played with her toys.  The room was lit up with sunlight despite the blinds being drawn.  He heard voices and turned to see two doctors enter the room.  He recognized one of them.

“How are we doing today, Lily?”

“Good.”  She continued to play with her toys.

“I heard that you didn’t have a good night.”

“It’s fine.  It won’t be much longer now.”  She looked at him.  “I’m not scared.”

“You shouldn’t be.”  He squeezed her arm.  “We’re going to take some blood, and do some more tests.  Like we explained before, your DNA is unique, and we might be able to help you.”

“I hope so.”

The door opened behind them.  He was the first to see who it was.  He moved in front of the child, trying to protect her, but a bullet flew through him, barely missing her.  The other doctor screamed.  She tried to run, but she was gunned down.  Then, the gun turned on the child, but she didn’t blink an eye.

“I’m not scared,” she said.  “I’m not scared of you, dad.”

“I’m not here to kill you, Hera.”

“My name is Lily.”

“Not anymore,” and he took her up into his arms and left the room.

“Hera?”  Dorian snapped back to reality.  “You knew her.”

“I did.”  Dr. Vaughn seemed sad.  “I lost the love of my life that day.  I nearly died.  After that, I swore off humanity and focused on the synthetic souls.  Lily’s DNA inspired me to pursue that.  I failed in saving her, but I thought that I could still save the world.”  He poked around for a moment in Dorian’s head and then closed him back up.  “I was wrong, and she’s back.”

“Why did her father call her, Hera?”

“It’s like with Prometheus.  He saved mankind with the gift of fire, but Hera?  She’s the opposite.  Her gift to mankind would be its destruction.  I was hoping in the last recordings of her mind that we could catch a glimpse of what he intended on doing to her.  I guess that was my answer.”

“That she would destroy us,” Dorian asked, and the doctor nodded.  “How?”

“I wish I knew.”  He turned toward Rudy, who had managed to sneak away.  “Dorian.”

Dorian moved quickly.  Rudy had a head start, but he was faster.  He snuck around him, and Rudy barely turned when Dorian’s hand flashed through the air.  He found the pressure point at the base of his neck and rendered Rudy unconscious.  Then, he picked up the limp body and carried it back over to where the doctor was.  He gently laid his friend on the table.  His gun was still in his hand, but he refused to aim it at his friend.

“Don’t worry.”  Dorian glanced up at the doctor.  “I don’t want him dead.”

“That’s a good thing.  I would hate to shoot you before getting answers.”  John appeared behind the doctor with his gun trained on him.  “I’m surprised to see you, doc.  What brings you out of hiding?”

“Hera,” Dorian replied.

“Is that so?  I would love to pick your brain.”  He glanced over at Rudy.  “Dorian, what did you do to him?”

“I gave him a Vulcan Nerve Pinch.”  John stared at him.  “Like this,” and Dorian charged him, struggling to reach his neck.

“Dorian, what is wrong with you?”  Keenex struggled against his partner, who then put him back in a sleeper hold.  “No…”  He started to pass out.  “Dorian,” and then he was gone.

“Why did you make me do that?”

“Relax, Dorian.  I don’t want him dead either.”

“Well, who do you want dead, doctor?”

“Insyndicate,” he responded.  “They opened Pandora’s Box.  The only difference is that there won’t be any Hope left for us.”  He started to leave but then looked at Kennex’s unconscious body.  “Take him with us.  We might need him, but get rid of his tracker first.  I’ll wait outside.”

Dorian watched him leave.  He struggled to not follow his orders, but his body betrayed him.  He found himself now holding Kennex in his arms.  He didn’t want to hurt him, but he dug out the tracker.  He dropped it onto the floor and crushed it with his foot.  Then, he carried his friend outside.  “I’m sorry, John.  I really am,” and the door slammed shut behind him.

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Thursday, May 29, 2014

The BlackOut Chapter Five

Chapter Five:

“John?  John?  John?”

Detective Stahl’s face hovered into view.  Her soulful brown eyes eased the aches and pains.  Her voice drifted through the darkness and carried him across.  Her hands, her soft skin wrapped around his heart, and for a moment, he knew peace.  Then, the chaos fell down around him.

“You okay?”

“I’ve been better.”  He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Where’s Dorian?”  She looked around them.  “Is he okay?”

“He’s far from okay.  He knocked me out and took off.”

“What?”

“I think he’s malfunctioning.  Must’ve burned out some circuits when he neutralized Hera.”  He now stared into her eyes.  “How many dead?”

“None.  She didn’t kill us, which is strange because of before, so I don’t know what stopped her now.”

“Me neither.  Come on.”  He headed inside.  “We need some answers now.”

“John, you okay?”  Captain Maldonado approached them.

“I wish people would stop asking me that.  I’m not the only one, who got my ass kicked.”

“Well, forgive me for being concerned about you.”  Captain Maldonado looked from him to Detective Stahl. “We’re running on generator power.  If they fail, we’ll be completely in the dark.”

“We need answers, captain,” Detective Stahl said.

“And we’re going to get them.”  She looked around for Colonel Gyles Rain, and she found him.  “Colonel, you have a lot of explaining to do.”

“I told you, captain.”  He gestured for the soldier beside him to step away.  “I told you and your people to stand down.”

“You did, and not a moment later, she was free.  How did that happen?”

“If you’re suggesting that I have a plant, think again.  One of your people is the traitor here, captain.”

“I trust my people.  I don’t trust yours, and I don’t believe in coincidences.”  She stepped closer to him.  “We either work together to find Hera, or you and your soldiers can get out of my precinct.”

“You can’t do that.”

“Yes, she can,” Keenex said.

“I can, colonel, and I will.  Don’t test me.”  She held his gaze and didn’t blink.  “Well?”

“Let’s talk in your office.”  He looked at Kennex and Detective Stahl.  “Alone.”

“No.  They come too.”

“Fine.  Just you three.  Let’s go.”

A moment later, they were all packed into Captain Maldonado’s office.  She sat in her seat, and the colonel stood beside her.  Kennex and Detective Stahl took a seat before the desk.  They all stared at each other and then over at the colonel, waiting for him to begin.

“We knew about Hera.”

“Of course, you did.”

“John,” the captain snapped at him.  “Go on.”

“Not too many people remember, and not too many people like talking about the war.”  He sat on the edge of the detective’s desk.  “I remember.  I was a soldier then, and I knew Hera’s father.”

“Her father?”

“Reese, detective…”

“Stahl.  I thought that man didn’t have any family.”

“Apparently, he did.  A daughter.  We didn’t know about her until after the war.  The man was brilliant but crazy, and he had her waiting in the wings, in case he failed, which luckily he did.  Otherwise, we would not be living in this technologic world.”

“What did he do to her?”

“I don’t know.”  The colonel now looked at Kennex.  “We knew she was dangerous, and we didn’t want to give her the opportunity to continue his work, his war.  So we went on the offense.  She was captured, placed in a cryo tube, and buried out in the wasteland.”

“Monsters,” the captain muttered, shaking her head.

“Hey, we did all of you a favor.  Otherwise, you might not be here today.”

“Those cryo tubes were prehistoric.  She must have been awake for days before falling into the comatose sleep,” Detective Stahl said.

“No wonder she’s pissed,” Keenex said through gritted teeth.  “You were better off killing her.”

“There was talk of waking her up and evaluating her.”  The colonel shifted position, crossing his arms over his chest.  “But we had to build the Wall, rebuild the city, take care of the dead, and…”

“And you forgot about her,” Kennex finished for him.

“Not everyone, detective.”

“Colonel?”  A soldier entered the office.  “A moment?”

“Excuse me,” and he eagerly left the room.

“Unbelievable.”  Kennex shook his head.

“John, where’s Dorian?”

“He…  He had to run.”  He glanced at Detective Stahl.  “He’ll be back soon.”

“Something I should know?”  She looked at him and then Detective Stahl.  “John?”

“He had a minor hiccup.”

“I think he went to see Rudy.”  Detective Stahl glanced at Keenex.  “Some misfiring.”

“Misfiring, huh?  John?”  He looked at her.  “Find him.  Now.  We’re going to need everyone when we find Hera.”

“Yes, captain,” and he too eagerly left the office, followed by Detective Stahl.  “Misfiring?”

“Just find him, John,” and she walked away from him.

“Damn it, Dorian.  Where are you,” he said to himself.

Dorian was halfway across the city now.  He approached the dead Wall.  A car was waiting for him.  An older model android opened the back door for him, and he got inside.  He waited until the car pulled away before looking at the man now beside him.

“Where’s your partner?”

“Taking care of,” Dorian replied.

“Did you kill him?”

“No.  I couldn’t.”

“That’s what I like about you, Dorian.  You’re almost human.”  Dr. Nigel Vaughn leaned closer to him.  “Now, what happened to those memories?”

“What memories?”

“The ones that I hid inside you.”

“They were removed.”

“Removed?  Rudy.  I guess we’re going to see your friend.”  He signaled to his driver, who made a sudden turn.  “Hopefully, he’ll be willing to help.”  He held Dorian’s gaze for a moment and then turned to look out the window.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The BlackOut Chapter Four

Chapter Four:

The last sounds heard were gasps of breath.  Dirt poured from above, a god-awful sound.  Darkness settled in for the long, long night, and silence would be her only friend.  And the nightmares refused to fade.  Sweat and tears remained as blinding light struggled to fill the void left behind.

“Bad dreams?”  Kennex sat on the metallic table before her.  “Want to talk about them?”

“You don’t care, so don’t ask.”  Fear shuddered through Hera.  “Why can’t I move?”

“We hooked you up to a neuro blocker.  The IV…”  He pointed at the slender pole beside her.  “Is attached to the base of your neck, so don’t bother waving your fingers around unless you feel like doing a cheer.”

“What do I look like?  Sylar?”  Kennex held her gaze.  “Fine.  I’m Hera.”

“Hera?  Is your father, Zeus?”

“Actually, Hera’s husband is Zeus.”  Dorian stepped into view.  “Hera’s father was…”

“I really don’t care, so Hera, how about you tell us about who and what you are.”

“Read the history books.”

“Meaning?”

“Don’t you know who my father is?  Don’t you remember the war?”

“The war was forty years ago.  The world is a different place, Hera.”

“That man has no reference of ever having a family,” Dorian stated.  “How is he your father, and if so, how have you not aged in forty years?”

“You two want answers, so do I.  What did you do to me?”  She now looked at Dorian.  “What are you?”

“What are you,” he replied.

“I asked first.”

“Hey.”  Kennex snapped his fingers in front of her face.  “We’re asking the questions, and I want to know one thing.  Are you human?”

“You want answers, detective?  Ask the damn government.  I’m done talking.”

“You’re done talking when I say you’re done talking.”  He held her gaze.  “I know you’re hurting.  I know the nightmares that you are probably having.  You can’t keep that all inside.”

“And who am I supposed to trust?  You?  Him?”  She glared at Dorian.  “I don’t trust anyone.  Not ever again.”

“Who hurt you?”  Kennex watched her flinch.  “Someone did.”

“John?  A word?”  Captain Maldonado entered the room, gesturing for Kennex and Dorian to follow her outside.  “So…”  She waited until the interrogation door closed behind them.  “What are we dealing with?”

  “I don’t know,” Kennex replied.

“She is human,” Dorian replied.  “She is also something else.”

“That helps,” Kennex snapped at him.

“How about a bio scan?  We take a closer look at her.”

“Captain, pardon me, but are you kidding me?  You saw what she did to the Wall, and now you want to light her up like a Christmas tree?”

“I’m serious, John.  We need to know what we are dealing with.”

“She’s a Chrome.”  Detective Stahl approached them.  “The preliminary blood test results are in.”  She passed a thin, computerized pad over to the captain.  “She is a Chrome, but she’s nothing like me.  I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

“So, she was manufactured?”

“I don’t know, captain.”  Detective Stahl crossed her arms over her chest.  “I would say that the military had a hand in this.”

“That’s funny.”

“Why’s that funny, John?”

“Because.”  He turned toward Detective Stahl.  “She mentioned the government.”

“Which indicates that Detective Stahl is correct,” Dorian said.

“So, what are we dealing with,” the captain said with a sigh.  “I don’t like this.”

“Neither do I,” Kennex replied.

“I told you.”  He looked at Detective Stahl.  “I had a bad feeling about this.”

“Well, at least, she’s contained,” Dorian said.  “We should have nothing to worry about, right?”

“Captain!”  Detective Paul hurried over to them.  “We have a problem.”

“You were saying?”  Kennex glared at Dorian.  “You jinxed it.”

“Jinxed it,” Dorian inquired.

Six men stormed toward them.  They all wore black and silver military uniforms.  A man with gray hair and a trimmed beard led the group.  They stopped only inches away from the officers and Dorian.

“Captain Maldonado,” the man with gray hair and trimmed beard asked, but he looked right at her.

“Yes?”

“You are no longer in control of this precinct.”

“Excuse me?”  She stepped toward him.  “This is my precinct.  You can’t come in here and take control.”

“We just did, and this comes from the top.”  He shoved a computerized pad into her hands.  “Stand down, and have your officers do the same.”

“And you are,” Kennex asked.

“Colonel Gyles Rain.  As of this moment, we are in control, and she is our prisoner.  We will be moving Hera to a more secure location.”

“You know her name?”  The colonel now looked at Dorian.  “You know about her.”

“Stand down, DRN.”

“His name is Dorian.”  The colonel turned toward Kennex.  “And this is bullshit.  What aren’t you telling us?”

“John.”  He looked at the captain, who shook her head.  “You want control, colonel?  Fine, but my officers and I are not going anywhere.”

“That’s fine, captain.  We need bodies on the street and at the Wall, so let’s get moving here, people.  Stand guard,” the colonel snapped at two officers, who instantly took positions by the interrogation door.  “After you,” and he gestured for the officers and Dorian to move away from the interrogation room.

“This is not good,” Dorian whispered to Kennex, but then he froze a moment later.

“Dorian?  Dorian?”  His partner finally blinked.  “Maybe, Rudy should take a look at you.”

“I’m fine.”  Dorian stormed away from them.

“What’s eating him,” Detective Paul asked.

“You,” and Kennex moved away from him.

As they moved out of sight, one guard looked at the other.  “I’m going to secure the prisoner.”

“Go right ahead,” the other replied.

The younger of the two men entered the interrogation room.  Hera was still trapped in her chair.  She glared at the man, recognizing the military uniform.  They held each other’s gaze as he walked behind her.  If he was going to kill her, now would be the time to do so.

“You were told,” he whispered into her ear.  “That we woke you for a mission, and if you didn’t kill our man, you wouldn’t be sitting here right now.”  He pulled the IV out of her neck.

“Who are you?”

“It doesn’t matter, Hera.  There’s a van waiting out front.  A white and yellow van.  Get inside, and don’t ask questions.”

“I don’t get it.”  She started getting sensation back in her body.  “You’re not government.”

“No, I’m not.  I’m a plant, so are you done?”

“Done?”

“Throwing a tantrum.”

“If that’s what you call it?  Oh, yeah.  I’m done.”

“Remember the van outside.”

“What are you going to do?”  She stood up from the chair, stretching her fingers.

“I’m going to be unconscious.”  He grabbed hold of her hand and placed it on his chest.  “Unconscious.”

“Fine.”  She zapped him, and he dropped to the floor.  “You got me curious,” and the lights went out.

“Hera,” Kennex said as they stood now in the captain’s office.  “Those idiots.”  He turned to see the soldiers hurrying past them.  “She’s free.  Dorian.  Dorian?”  His partner stared off into space.  “Dorian?”  He now looked at Kennex.  “What’s with you?”

“Nothing,” he replied.

“John, this isn’t good,” the captain said as men’s screams filled the air.

“Captain, stay here.  Come on.”  He nearly pulled Dorian out of the office.  “Are you malfunctioning?”

“No.  Are you?”

“John, she’s out,” Detective Stahl said with fear in her voice.  “She’s destroying everything.”

“Val,” but she hurried away.  “Damn it.”  He ran after her, sensing that Dorian slowly followed him, but he would deal with that later.

Hera came into view.  She zapped those nearby, and they dropped to the floor.  But to Kennex’s relief, she wasn’t killing them.  She was just trying to escape.

“Hera!”  He aimed his gun at her.  “Stop!”  A moment later, he was done on the ground, fading fast, and Dorian just stood over him.  “Dorian…”  His partner moved to help him as Hera walked by.  “Stop her.”  Dorian didn’t respond.  “Stop her!”  He hurried after her, moving fast now outside, and then he saw the van.

Hera turned toward him.  She looked sad for a moment, but then she moved toward the van.  Kennex was too weak to fire his gun, and then the van door opened.  Hera got inside, and the door slammed shut.  But not before Kennex saw the person waiting for her.  It was Anna.

“I’m sorry, John.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“I really am,” and Dorian moved fast, putting him in a sleeper hold.  “Don’t struggle, John.  It’s okay.  It’s okay.”  Dorian gently laid his partner on the ground.  “I am sorry,” and he walked away.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

The BlackOut Chapter Three

Chapter Three:

Darkness.  Hope was the dwindling fire in a tin barrel.  Hands reached out, and life flickered but only for a moment.  The smoke was the laughter left, and the lost souls drew closer, trying to hold to that fire.  But the darkness won.

Her finger was pricked.  Her pills were released.  She would not go hungry tonight, but no sleep would find her here.  She would just gather around the fire like the others outside and wait for sunrise.  Tomorrow was another day, maybe a different day, and that gave her hope.  She pushed through the crowd, trying not to disappear, but who would miss her?  Maybe, it would be better, if she was swallowed away, but then the lights flickered.
 
Hera watched the throng of people move before her.  They reminded her of rats struggling and fighting for their cheese.  It was disgusting.  How could they depend on this technology to suffice their needs?  They were slaves to it, broken and bent.  Didn’t they see it in the eyes of those so lost outside?  She should just put them all out of their misery, and she stretched her fingers out, ready to steal their light, their hope away.

“Aren’t you cold?”

Hera looked down at her feet.  The child was barely ten and wearing a coat that was too big for her.  Her eyes were innocent enough, but give it time, and they too would grow bitter.  “No.  I’m not.”

“You’re not wearing any socks or shoes.  Did you go sleepwalking?”  Hera looked down at herself for the first time.  She was just wearing a short, torn dress, the last dress that she wore before being buried alive.  “Here.”  The child took off her coat and handed it to her.  “Take it.”

“No.”  Hera forced herself to call the energy down toward her, and the lights went out.

“Did you do that?”  Hera now looked at the machines, hungry herself, but hungry for its energy.  “I’m starving.”  She froze.  “Please.  Please, don’t take my food away,” the child begged.  “I’m hungry.”

“It’s not food.”

“But I need it, or I’ll die.”  Hera now looked at her, lowering her hands.  “Please.”  She still held the coat out to her.  “Please,” she whispered.

“Fine,” and Hera grabbed the coat from her.  “Only because you asked me to,” and she turned to leave.

“Wait.”  She glanced back at the child.  “What’s your name?”

“Hera.”

“Mine’s Helen.  Nice to meet…”  Hera put on the coat and then stormed away.  “You.”

It was cold outside.  Hera pulled the coat tighter around her.  She never really put much thought on how she looked or how she felt.  She couldn’t.  She still remembered screaming into the darkness before it swallowed her whole.  Then, nothing, and the nothing was bliss.  Then, someone woke her up, and now she had those damn memories left.  And she wanted to destroy.  She needed to destroy, and in response, she saw the flashing lights.

“Freeze!  Put your hands up!”  An officer emerged from his car, followed by a strange man, a man that she realized was nothing but machine, and she smiled.  “Do not move!”  She waited until he touched her, and then she spun around, placing her hand on his chest and taking that luscious energy away.  Sadly, he did not scream.  He just whispered, “Stop.”

The machine cop attacked her, but that was its last mistake.  It fell down like a crumpled doll by her feet, and her eyes mirrored the fires nearby.  Something whizzed by her head, and it took her a moment to realize that it was a bullet.  And another one was coming her way.

“Really?”  She turned toward the four officers now descending toward her.  “Is that the best you got?”  A force field formed around her, stopping the bullet.  “Come on then, boys.  Come and get me!”

The two humans stayed back, firing their useless guns.  Their machine cops tried their best and failed.  They fell lifeless to the ground, and Hera clapped her hands together, sending a sonic boom toward the two men left standing.  They flew backward, and one fell straight into a black, unmarked car.  But she didn’t care, descending upon the other man and placing her hand on his chest.

“John.  Don’t let her touch you,” Dorian said as they approached her, watching in horror as she drained the officer of his life.  “Stay behind me.”  Dorian moved ahead of him.

“Dorian, don’t!”  Kennex looked at the dead androids by his feet.  “Don’t let her touch…”  He was sent flying back by another sonic boom.  “You,” he muttered, fighting to stay conscious.  “Damn it.”  He struggled to his feet just in time to see Dorian move toward Hera.  “Dorian!”

Dorian breached her force field.  He grabbed hold of her.  In return, she grabbed hold of him and tried to absorb his energy.  The air crackled around them, and then a thunder boomed.  Dorian flew back toward Keenex, and Hera laid on the ground, motionless.

“Dorian?”  Kennex helped him to his feet.  “What did you do?”

“I neutralized her.”

“How the hell did you do that?”

“I don’t know, John.  I just did.”  He slowly approached Hera, followed by Kennex.  “I don’t think she’s dead.”

“No.”  Kennex gingerly took her pulse and then lifted her up into his arms.  “She’s not.”  He stared at Dorian for a long moment.  “You okay?”

“Yeah.  You?”

“Yeah.  Let’s get sleeping beauty here to the precinct before she wakes up.”

“Good idea.  Backup is on its way.”

“Good.”  Kennex carried Hera over to his car.  “We’re going to need it.”