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Drip; open, Noon Day 4
Topic Started: Jan 15 2017, 11:44 AM (454 Views)
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(Lizzie Luz continued from Last Days)

It was raining. Sheets of water pouring down from on high. They stayed out of it as best they could. Keith even took the time to grab them some more water from the rain. She appreciated that.

It didn't stop, but neither did they.

Lizzie was beginning to feel the rhythm of these strange dying days. She had lurched on in a peculiar fashion, vertigo certainty to a flayed heart. Fuck, when had she gotten poetic? Was it the weed, or just the circumstances? Maybe both? Getting a little high when you could die anytime...

Her thoughts were wandering, just as much as they were. One goal down, but more ahead. Nancy Kyle, and the blood on her hands. Bernadette, and the man determined to get her out. Keith's friends.

So many answers to find.

They slept, when it was time to sleep. They rose, when it was time to wake. There should have been some kinda distrust between them, but somehow they had fallen into easy camaraderie. They talked, a little: they joked, a little. They hadn't known each other well at Cochise, but so far this strange gathering seemed to be working out.

Or maybe it was just because she could feel the absences. The holes that would never be filled. Lettie, and so many others. You don't notice the ground beneath your feet until it's gone, and when you're drowning you cling to anything solid you can find.

Lizzie was tired.

"I dunno," Lizzie said. "I think so. I mean...the Seals have pretty big guns, right? Like, unless they're really crazy. Which I...I mean, they could be."

And you're looking for one of them, Lizzie Luz. What does that make you?
Edited by Grim Wolf, Jan 26 2017, 02:11 AM.
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"Wait, shit!" Lizzie said. "I know this! It was, uh...it was..."

She'd heard it. She'd definitely heard it. There had been some news broadcast or some talkshow or...god damn it, who was she thinking of?

She couldn't remember. Like every other day, she hadn't cared about class. She'd been looking outside, hoping to go where she wanted, with sunlight beating down and a strong breeze in her face.

"Shit," she muttered. "I don't...I can't remember!"

She looked past them, across the churning grey ocean beneath the stormy sky. Beautiful and primal in a way all her wanderings across Arizona had never been. So fucking big. It made her feel so fucking small.

"They lived, right?" she said. "Maybe..."

Maybe we will, too.
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That wasn't right. Getting away with it? So if boats sailed up right now to bust them out, Nancy fucking Kyle would walk fucking free. No, that wasn't okay. That wasn't...it wasn't...how could she get away with killing Lettie? And...and...!

She closed her eyes. So many dead. So many more who would die, before this was over.

"Maybe it's not our choice," Lizzie said. "Maybe...maybe there's a reason. I don't..."

It was hard to think like that, with the storm forming overhead and the rain dripping down in a slow, miserable drizzle. She kept staring out at the sea, hoping to reclaim some small part of her careless joy.

"Well," she said. "I guess...it would kinda suck, right? If you...if you gotta out here, and they..." She reached for the collar around her neck, shaking her head. "AStrid, remember?" she said to Ty. "It's gotta..."

Would Lizzie do it, in the end? Would she kill? She'd told Tara and Alex, she wouldn't, but that seemed like an awful long time ago, now.

She started walking towards the ocean. She didn't know what else to do.
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Rain on her face. The ocean in front of her, churning and boiling beneath the grey sky, splattered by drizzle.

There are people out there.

Yes there were, somwhere far beyond her sight.

It's a big big universe...

So big. So much bigger than any of them knew. So much bigger than any of their wildest dreams let them believe. Dr. Who didn't get it. No one got it. Just get out in the wilderness by yourself for awhile. Listen to the illusion of silence that seems with hidden life you can't imagine. Somewhere out there, someone was looking out over there own ocean vista, never imagining what was happening on this murderous, mad island.

"Ain't gonna find what you're looking for out there, Liz."

Ah, but it was a big god damn universe, Tyler. All their flailing and all their fury were drops in the ocena, tiny ripples that soon vanished among the surf and the turmoil. There world was this island, but there was a bigger world out there.

She could go there, if she wanted. Or at least, try to get there, before the guillotine affixed to her neck slipped down and ended all her dreams of defiance. But she could still do it. She could plunge out into the storm, swim as far as her arms and legs would carry her.

She looked over her shoulder, saw them moving farther off. She didn't want to follow. The idea of just stripping down and swimming out as far as she could was powerfully tempting, a siren song she didn't want to deny.

She squatted down and pressed her hand into the wet sand. The sea slipped back, and covered her hand, cold and opague. She was part of that bigger universe, just for an instant: part of those ripples, and that churning infinity.

She rose to her feet, and turned away, as the rain began to drizzle town. Followed the retreating figures of the two men who'd agreed to help her on her idiot quest. This was a small world, but there was meaning here. Answers she didn't have. Ripples she wasn't done trying to understand

(Lizzie Luz concluding in The Virgin Sea)
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