burrowing under the mindless shrieks until
he found them ,
the ones that held him, calmly sending and receiving thoughts. The
transition was like swimming from turbulent rapids into a placid
lake.
The tinkling noise continued in the background, but a louder
mechanical whirling jerked him back into his mind.
Gleaming brightly, a metal arm swooped from overhead, and
hovered in front of his face. Igor just made out a black dot,
moving closer. He began to struggle in earnest. His head was
immobilized, strapped with metal. His body pinned by a heavy
weight. The needle moved closer to his eyeball, the black dot got
closer and closer. Afraid he’d injure himself, he held his eye
still and felt the give of his cornea as it bent back then popped
forward. The needle punctured his anterior chamber and drilled
through his pupil.
The black dot retreated and popped out of his eye, the tip
glistening with residue, and the metal arm swung away.
Igor’s chest heaved and his stomach muscles cramped, the
ridges of his abs sharply defined as they tightened. His eyeballs
wheeled as he tried to see if anything else was coming.
Six needles replaced the first and whirled forward with
frightening intent. One headed for his throat, another to his
torso. The other needles were out of his line of sight.
He was wrenched to the side, his cheek pressed into the cold
metal headrest of the chair.
Dozens of points of pressure burned over his body, the most
frightening at the base of his skull.
Rows upon rows upon rows of people had needles being stuck
into the back of their heads, and into their bodies. Igor shook.
Blood ran in a thick rivulet down his back and dripped onto the
floor. The needle breeched the base of his own skull the same time
another did the girl strapped down in front of him.
Pain scratched his mind. They tried to get in. He fought the
invasion of his mind with everything he had. He was strong. A
warrior. The bombardment of his senses amplified until his ears and
nose bled. Igor ground his teeth together until he couldn’t stand
it any longer. His body convulsed from the pain. Eyes rolling into
the back of his head he roared.
Millions of voices rushed in and told him things that couldn’t
possibly be true.
Then silence.
12.
Laughing, Kali bit Blue’s finger instead of the candied apple
he dangled overhead. The apple’s texture was firm and crunchy, the
taste crisp, and tart. She was draped over his lap, and while her
butt was on the floor, her legs and arms were all over
him.
He chuckled. “Do you bite people often?”
“ Only when they withhold my food.”
She grabbed the apple and nibbled on the segment he’d cut from
the whole. Kali offered him the other half, and he parted his lips.
Sliding it onto his tongue, smiling when he flashed his sharp teeth
in a wicked grin, she studied him.
They created cosmic chemistry. Being with him was easy, but
the sexual tension had her on edge.
“ Do you hand feed girls often? Charm them with your odd ways
and ingenious trysting locations?” She motioned to the half eaten
supper scattered around them on the blanket. They were in a metal
scrap yard, an old, abandoned one judging by the thick layer of
grass and weeds that covered everything. Blue had led her to a
clearing in the middle and showed her a wonderful view of the
starry sky. Skyscrapers were darker shadows with twinkling lights
in the distance. Large rusted vehicles were overturned onto their
sides, and other bits of unidentifiable junk sunken into the ground
with small bushes and plants growing through open doors and
glassless windows.
It was all grassy green, grunge brown and discoloured gray. A
cooling breeze brought the heavy smell of earth, remixed with a
metallic tang. The fusion was mysteriously endearing. Nature had
tried to reclaim the heap since it was not allowed to flourish
anywhere else.
Kali wasn’t worried about radioactive waste. She’d seen a sign
that declared the ten square mile radius as a
he found them ,
the ones that held him, calmly sending and receiving thoughts. The
transition was like swimming from turbulent rapids into a placid
lake.
The tinkling noise continued in the background, but a louder
mechanical whirling jerked him back into his mind.
Gleaming brightly, a metal arm swooped from overhead, and
hovered in front of his face. Igor just made out a black dot,
moving closer. He began to struggle in earnest. His head was
immobilized, strapped with metal. His body pinned by a heavy
weight. The needle moved closer to his eyeball, the black dot got
closer and closer. Afraid he’d injure himself, he held his eye
still and felt the give of his cornea as it bent back then popped
forward. The needle punctured his anterior chamber and drilled
through his pupil.
The black dot retreated and popped out of his eye, the tip
glistening with residue, and the metal arm swung away.
Igor’s chest heaved and his stomach muscles cramped, the
ridges of his abs sharply defined as they tightened. His eyeballs
wheeled as he tried to see if anything else was coming.
Six needles replaced the first and whirled forward with
frightening intent. One headed for his throat, another to his
torso. The other needles were out of his line of sight.
He was wrenched to the side, his cheek pressed into the cold
metal headrest of the chair.
Dozens of points of pressure burned over his body, the most
frightening at the base of his skull.
Rows upon rows upon rows of people had needles being stuck
into the back of their heads, and into their bodies. Igor shook.
Blood ran in a thick rivulet down his back and dripped onto the
floor. The needle breeched the base of his own skull the same time
another did the girl strapped down in front of him.
Pain scratched his mind. They tried to get in. He fought the
invasion of his mind with everything he had. He was strong. A
warrior. The bombardment of his senses amplified until his ears and
nose bled. Igor ground his teeth together until he couldn’t stand
it any longer. His body convulsed from the pain. Eyes rolling into
the back of his head he roared.
Millions of voices rushed in and told him things that couldn’t
possibly be true.
Then silence.
12.
Laughing, Kali bit Blue’s finger instead of the candied apple
he dangled overhead. The apple’s texture was firm and crunchy, the
taste crisp, and tart. She was draped over his lap, and while her
butt was on the floor, her legs and arms were all over
him.
He chuckled. “Do you bite people often?”
“ Only when they withhold my food.”
She grabbed the apple and nibbled on the segment he’d cut from
the whole. Kali offered him the other half, and he parted his lips.
Sliding it onto his tongue, smiling when he flashed his sharp teeth
in a wicked grin, she studied him.
They created cosmic chemistry. Being with him was easy, but
the sexual tension had her on edge.
“ Do you hand feed girls often? Charm them with your odd ways
and ingenious trysting locations?” She motioned to the half eaten
supper scattered around them on the blanket. They were in a metal
scrap yard, an old, abandoned one judging by the thick layer of
grass and weeds that covered everything. Blue had led her to a
clearing in the middle and showed her a wonderful view of the
starry sky. Skyscrapers were darker shadows with twinkling lights
in the distance. Large rusted vehicles were overturned onto their
sides, and other bits of unidentifiable junk sunken into the ground
with small bushes and plants growing through open doors and
glassless windows.
It was all grassy green, grunge brown and discoloured gray. A
cooling breeze brought the heavy smell of earth, remixed with a
metallic tang. The fusion was mysteriously endearing. Nature had
tried to reclaim the heap since it was not allowed to flourish
anywhere else.
Kali wasn’t worried about radioactive waste. She’d seen a sign
that declared the ten square mile radius as a
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