continue, she closed her eyes again, and began searching through the minds of others, thinking of words, her name, experiments, anything that was of question, as she flitted from millions of minds in just seconds, jumping from one to the next, to the next, searching, she began with the highest government officials, scientists but found nothing, her head hurting too much to continue longer.
She got up, cleaned and wiped down the room, packed her items and left well in the darkness, leaving a short note for the inn keepers that she had a family emergency and had to leave. When she was packed in her car, she stilled her mind, driving until reaching a gas station and there she brought matches, filled up a container of gasoline and drove off, deep into the desert for many hours until dawn began.
Once the deep darkness turned into the shimmering gray, did she pull onto the side of the road and climbed on top of her car, facing east, the look of the first break of sunlight, bathed in blues, lavenders, oranges, reds so all-encompassing beautiful she smiled in delight, her thoughts on what she was about to do pushed into the furthest reaches of her mind. She simply enjoyed the startling beauty of dawn’s first light, the glorious sunrise, how the night was pushed away, fleeing from the light. Night and morning. Cold and heat.
She got back into her car, began ascending up a mountain off the road to the edge of a cliff. She got out the car, lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply and stared over the cliff where the drop off was at least five hundred feet inside a dry ravine, only home to reptiles and the occasional flash flood. She pulled her duffle bag out of the car, doused the car with gasoline and set it on fire, watched as it roared briefly before settling into an intense fire.
She sat upon the edge of the cliff, her legs dangling over the rocks, watching a small lizard sun itself in the new morning heat a few feet from her body. The smell of the burning car behind her was stifling, hot yet she did not move, simply stared at ravine hundreds of feet beneath her. Hopefully, she prayed the animals would eat her body and her bones be scattered until nothing of her would be left. Nothing except the memories of others.
She thought of Belle, Mark, their children. The happy innocence of the babies faces, how they were so quick to hug, kiss, be loved. She thought of her faceless parents who perhaps had loved her. She thought of those that had raped and brutalized her as a young child and eased their memories away. She thought of Enlai, his smile, the touch of him. She lastly thought of the child beating beneath her heart beat, the people who would hunt for the small baby, those that would stop at nothing to hunt for her, to create a race of people that should not ever exist.
One last thought, the touch of the sunlight upon her face, asking for forgiveness for what she was about to do and she jumped.
The wind tore across from her face, it went so fast, a mere blinking of her eye, she closed her eyes as the earth raced to her, once again asking for forgiveness and met her fate.
“We got a lead,” Song said, as he met Enlai at the American Embassy as they sequestered in a room, speaking with John.
“What is it?” John said over the laptop as he, the President of the United States and the head of the FBI sat at the Oval Office.
“A janitor’s son,” Song said wryly. “The janitor has been dead for nearly thirty years…suspiciously. The son appears to be involved in government conspiracy antics. He lives in London, has ties to a revolutionary regime possibly the Taliban. More of an overthrow of the government.”
“What happened to the janitor?” The President asked.
“Stray bullet during a bank robbery. But no money was taken.” Enlai added. He kept his face neutral, light. Only Song knew of his involvement with Rain, he aimed to keep it that way.
“Suspicious
She got up, cleaned and wiped down the room, packed her items and left well in the darkness, leaving a short note for the inn keepers that she had a family emergency and had to leave. When she was packed in her car, she stilled her mind, driving until reaching a gas station and there she brought matches, filled up a container of gasoline and drove off, deep into the desert for many hours until dawn began.
Once the deep darkness turned into the shimmering gray, did she pull onto the side of the road and climbed on top of her car, facing east, the look of the first break of sunlight, bathed in blues, lavenders, oranges, reds so all-encompassing beautiful she smiled in delight, her thoughts on what she was about to do pushed into the furthest reaches of her mind. She simply enjoyed the startling beauty of dawn’s first light, the glorious sunrise, how the night was pushed away, fleeing from the light. Night and morning. Cold and heat.
She got back into her car, began ascending up a mountain off the road to the edge of a cliff. She got out the car, lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply and stared over the cliff where the drop off was at least five hundred feet inside a dry ravine, only home to reptiles and the occasional flash flood. She pulled her duffle bag out of the car, doused the car with gasoline and set it on fire, watched as it roared briefly before settling into an intense fire.
She sat upon the edge of the cliff, her legs dangling over the rocks, watching a small lizard sun itself in the new morning heat a few feet from her body. The smell of the burning car behind her was stifling, hot yet she did not move, simply stared at ravine hundreds of feet beneath her. Hopefully, she prayed the animals would eat her body and her bones be scattered until nothing of her would be left. Nothing except the memories of others.
She thought of Belle, Mark, their children. The happy innocence of the babies faces, how they were so quick to hug, kiss, be loved. She thought of her faceless parents who perhaps had loved her. She thought of those that had raped and brutalized her as a young child and eased their memories away. She thought of Enlai, his smile, the touch of him. She lastly thought of the child beating beneath her heart beat, the people who would hunt for the small baby, those that would stop at nothing to hunt for her, to create a race of people that should not ever exist.
One last thought, the touch of the sunlight upon her face, asking for forgiveness for what she was about to do and she jumped.
The wind tore across from her face, it went so fast, a mere blinking of her eye, she closed her eyes as the earth raced to her, once again asking for forgiveness and met her fate.
“We got a lead,” Song said, as he met Enlai at the American Embassy as they sequestered in a room, speaking with John.
“What is it?” John said over the laptop as he, the President of the United States and the head of the FBI sat at the Oval Office.
“A janitor’s son,” Song said wryly. “The janitor has been dead for nearly thirty years…suspiciously. The son appears to be involved in government conspiracy antics. He lives in London, has ties to a revolutionary regime possibly the Taliban. More of an overthrow of the government.”
“What happened to the janitor?” The President asked.
“Stray bullet during a bank robbery. But no money was taken.” Enlai added. He kept his face neutral, light. Only Song knew of his involvement with Rain, he aimed to keep it that way.
“Suspicious
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