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 Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 10:44 am
“They…were good people. I don’t expect to meet anyone like them again…I am not meant to live among your kind…among humans. Among anyone…” She looked away, out the window. “You’re not a human? What are you then dear?” Ellen asked carefully, feeling anger begin to seep from her husband. That certainly explained her slow pulse. “I am the water Ellen. I am sure of little else. I…no longer wish to speak.” Then she was silent again, Gene turning slowly around. “Quit it. They’re not worth grieving over.” He said grumpily, and Ellen gasped, putting her hand to her mouth again. He was taking this too far. She would obey his wishes, but not if he was going to be cruel. She disliked this hatred of others. This seemed to spark something in the girl; a hard look came about her. For some reason, though Trina’s face was young, Ellen felt like she was in the room with an elder, about to be lectured.
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 10:45 am
“Not…worth…” Trina started, almost to herself, as if rephrasing the statement in her head. “That’s what I said. Freaks. You look normal enough, but you ain’t. We’ll help you with that. But them, they’re not what you want to be or admire.” Gene said and Ellen watched Trina, expecting the girl to recoil. But no, that hard look had turned into something else, and it scared her. “Gene-” She tried to warn, but Trina had already leapt to her feet, dark eyes glittering with some strange emotion. Anger maybe, it was too foreign to tell. She moved so gracefully, Ellen wondered just what this girl was.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 11:14 am
Voice disbelieving, the girl’s words seemed to carry their own weight with them, fury in each utterance. “Freaks? You…you would speak ill of the dead?” Gene was still stubbornly holding his own, unthreatened. “Yes! That is what they are. Normal people are to be grieved for, respected. Not the likes of them.” Trina’s dark eyes were positively frightening now, the eyes of an angered goddess. Her young face was no longer soft and gentle looking, but filled with that same strange emotion, too magnificent to be a human one. It was anger and it was not anger, Ellen didn’t know how to describe it. “Normal? Of all the words your race has made, it is that one that makes me the most angry. You…arrogant man. Who dubbed you the supreme god of life? What permission have you to judge those unable to speak for themselves?” The heat was behind these things, Ellen could feel it. Why didn’t Gene stop this? “They have you foo-” Ellen pressed her hand to her mouth, flat against the wall as Trina darted past. The movement was so quick, so decisive, that Ellen barely had time to register it before it had already happened.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 11:15 am
Trina now stood, or to be accurate, floated, in front of Gene, so that he had to look up. His face was as shocked as she knew hers was. The girl had wings! At least, that’s what they seemed to be. Not white and feathered, but made up of panels of iridescent blackness, colors shining in them where the light hit. Lots of colors. Strange.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 11:16 am
“Don’t you dare say it!” Trina said in outrage, poking Gene in the chest hard. He took a step back, but the girl followed. “Fooled? Idiot! It is you who are fooled! Normal. The word is poison in my ears! Fooled…I am not mindless, I think for myself! What is this normal you speak of anyway?! Is it you? Your race? That is what you believe to be normal? But you’re mind…what is normal there? Look at me! Vale Vestri!” The heated English words were followed by the strange ones in the girl’s language, and Ellen was horrified to see Gene’s eyes, which he had closed, open back up, staring at her. He seemed to be trying to close them, trying to push her away. Somehow, the strange words had commanded his body to her will. Ellen broke into a cold sweat.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 11:17 am
“You would call me a freak…my friends. You are the freak! Normal…normal does not exist! Foolish man! I resemble your kind, do I not? I look like a human, you thought me one. Do I not fit this ‘normal’ description you cling so tightly to?” She was shouting now, and Ellen was aware the rain was raging outside, as if attuned to Trina’s emotions. At this rate, they would lose the grass and flowers. “No! Even I am not…not good enough for this highly sought title, given by the mighty humans of this world!” Gene started to speak. “We can help y-” “Silence! Sermor!” Trina said, eyes flaring as the strange word was spoken, and Gene closed his mouth. “How dare you! I…know I am damaged, weak. But I will not be defined by you. Normal. My friends…they were strong, good people who had no desire to form me to their ideas of ‘normal’.” She pushed Gene further back, so that he had to lean over the dining table.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 11:18 am
“So many of you humans think yourselves superior to those who differ from you. Like hateful, vile beasts. But look at what I am doing! A word I speak and you are helpless to refuse it. I, who have lived centuries. I, who will outlive you, outlive ten hundred generations of your kind. I, who will live to see this world crumble. I require no food or drink, need no comfort or shelter to live, and do not bleed. I, who am the last of my race. And the things I can do! I could drown you with the sweat forming on your brow, kill you with the water in your tap! A thousand things I could call into being to harm you, make you hurt! I could even make your house disappear beneath your feet! I could cut you and watch you bleed the red blood of your people! Flood your entire world if I so much as asked the oceans and lakes to rise and the clouds to cry their tears!” She fell silent at the end of this statement, eyes far away. A new mood seemed to settle over her. “And I am the youngest, and the weakest of my old, old race…imagine what the stronger members could have done…imagine your world, your ‘normal’ race being the ones who must flee from them...us.” She was speaking softly again, and Ellen could see her anger was gone, the rain lessening. “But…that cannot happen…they are dead. And my friends…my friends are dead also.” She said the last bit disbelievingly, releasing Gene without thought, turning and ‘walking’ to the large window.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 11:21 am
Ellen looked to him, watched him crumple to the floor. He was alive, no longer watching the girl. “I am sorry I have caused you discomfort…” Trina said softly from the window, and Ellen and Gene looked at her. “But you were wrong sir, when you called my friends freaks. I…can see that you love one another. Your rope friend…wife…was afraid for you. I loved my friends. I loved Maara. My young…cheerful little cat girl… I…cannot imagine them…or her being gone.” Ellen was torn with guilt. She wanted to tell her that they had lied to help her, but was fearful of the girl getting angry again. “I…have never loved as you have loved though. I fear I cannot do it. This…is what happens to those I fear for. They get taken away.” There was awful sorrow in her voice as she said this, and then she went to the door, opening it. “Where are you going?” Ellen asked, feeling small. Trina stopped, turned to look at her. “I…go to wait.” “For what?” She seemed to think about this. “Until I am needed for something. I have no purpose, and cannot return to the water until I fulfill one. I had thought such things were not important anymore, but without my friends…I wish to end it.” She turned to go, and Ellen started to call for her, but Gene stopped his wife. “Let her go. I don’t want her here.” Trina cast him a look over her shoulder. “I could have killed you sir. I would have done it. Only my mind…only my thoughts…saved you from the wrath of my race. Be glad for the years I have left you…be glad for your wife.” She said softly, iridescent wings flickering behind her. Then, she kicked off, and was gone.
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2007 11:22 am
Ellen looked at her husband, and he remained looking out the door. “We didn’t…get to tell her…that her friends were alright…” Gene cut her off with a look. “Let her think they’re dead. I don’t care.” Ellen felt her lower lip tremble, both at having nearly lost her husband and at the sorrow that girl was carrying now, all because they had lied to her, to make her ‘normal’. And from this small mistake, the girl believed her life to be over. ‘I, who have lived centuries. I, who will outlive you, outlive ten hundred generations of your kind. I, who will live to see this world crumble.’ The words echoed around in her head. What would it be like? To know you will outlive anything you could love or care for? Poor…poor creature…and they had told her a lie, brought the sad knowledge to her falsely. Wracked with guilt, Ellen slid to the floor, sobbing.
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