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| Epilogue: Music Again | |
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| LadyRahl | Dec 7 2009, 12:34 AM Post #1 |
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Supreme Goddess Of All Things Bright And Shiny
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I want your body, mind, soul, et cetera And one day you'll see, you should give it to me And I don't want anyone instead of ya Oh babe I'm goin crazy, come on and give it to me And I ain't never met nobody better-er You're someone else's baby I'm so sick of living for other people Took meeting you to realise I don't wanna lose ya, I wanna keep ya Put your little hand in mine and Look into my eyes, baby eyes Oh you make me wanna listen to music again Yeah you make me wanna listen to music again There had been many moons before I met ya And I ain't going nowhere And now you give me back my raison d'être And I'm inspired again And I know in some ways we're kinda evil Got my roots and you've got ties But my heart's no stranger to upheaval Put your little hand in mine and Look into my eyes, baby eyes Oh you make me wanna listen to music again Yeah you make me wanna listen to music again Ahhh music again Look in to my eyes very eyes I just wanna listen to music again Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah wooh oh hey! I'm so sick of living for other people Took meeting you to realize I don't wanna lose ya, I wanna keep ya Put your little hand in mine and Look into my eyes very eyes, whoa Oh you make me wanna listen to music again, whoa Yeah you make me wanna listen to music again, whoa Oh you make me wanna listen to music again, whoa Yeah you make me wanna listen to music again Lyrics to: Music Again Preformed by: Adam Lambert ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Journal Entry Date Unknown ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Looking back, I must say that I am proud of them. They were given an impossible task and managed it with grace. Of course, the trial was far from over. Davenport was only the first round of many, but it was the first one after the sky rained fire. There’ve been many discussions if the asteroid had been the right choice, but in retrospect I have to admit that it worked much better than I had anticipated. For as much as I love the human race, they can also be horribly disappointing. Their selfishness and self centeredness, greed and ambition has a tendency to override anything else. In the end however, it was more than just my chosen few that helped them survive. It was also their love and compassion for each other thus proving to the doubters the need for their continued existence. I have never second guessed any decision that I have made… not even this, though it was a decision that pained my heart to do it. Sometimes however, one must teach their children a painful lesson in order for them to learn and better themselves. Like with any crisis, there are heroes and villains… and villains and heroes in disguise and it’s not until the end of the journey when one can look back and see things with total clarity. This was in fact, one of those cases. By the end of the journey, no one remembered how it had all begun. The beginning wasn’t important. The mistakes weren’t important. All that mattered was that the human race and continued on. There will, of course, come the day when another massive even is forced upon them and we shall see how that one is dealt with. In the end, I have no complaints as far as how this one turned out. In the end, the human race had continued, some good and some bad. Such is the way of things. Even when there was only Noah and his family left both good and evil survived. Such is the way of things I suppose. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ October 1, 2011 Ankeny, Iowa (four months after Davenport) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “Thank you, thank you,” Mark said with a wave to the crowd. “Wait, wait,” said Tom with a grin. “I think Satan has a couple comments.” He said looking over at Cat who was running the production boards. Cat gave him a slight nod and he twisted a dial and Tom spoke again, this time his voice distorted, deeper, twisted. “Well kids, it's been a really fun show, and I want you all to know we will come back soon. But before I go I wanna say, I think Tom is extremely good-looking , and all the girls out there should think he’s good looking. Tom has one of the best butts that I've ever seen. Shimmy-shimmy-co-co-bop-shimmy-smimmy right. Shimmy shimmy co-co-bop. Does anybody here wanna sleep with me? I'm really a nice guy. It's really not Satan.” He said after a brief paused and looked over the grinning and laughing faces of the crowd standing before them. “It's me! It's not Satan! Let's all be happy he's not here and say "Fuck Satan”!” “FUCK SATAN!” The crowd screamed in response. “And now,” Mark said laughing “we’re going to play you some really pretty music to close out this part of the show. Don’t worry, don’t worry,” he said waiving his hand at the crowd as they objected. “We’ll be back in 30. Gotta give us time to pee folks.” “I’ll pee my pants for $20.” Tom said. “I’ll eat a nugget of my own poop for $30.” “Sold!” Mark replied with a grin and the two men un-slung their guitars, setting them in the stands next to their microphones on the small stage. It wasn’t anything fancy, it wasn’t a sold out arena like they’d used to play but then again there weren’t as many people in the world as there used to be. Besides, it wasn’t about the size of the crowd, not to them at any rate, it was about the simple joy of playing together again. Of course, it wasn’t the same without Travis. “Mark!” Lex replied running over to him as he came down the steps to where Willow was standing with the children, Carrie sleeping in the carrier on her stomach. “That was awesome!” “It was,” Willow replied with a smile giving him a quick kiss as he leaned down, pushing his lips against hers before picking up Callie. “It’s good to see you two together again. It’s almost, almost like old times.” There was a hint of sadness as she said that, her mind drifting back to Adam for a moment. “Almost,” Mark replied kissing all three of the children in his new family. After the events in Davenport, there’d been no denying the attraction between the two of them and the fact that they had a child together, and Mark missed his son, and her children missed their father… it had seemed almost as natural as breathing. In fact, Willow hadn’t even had to sit down with them and tell them how Mark wasn’t going to replace their father, that she’d always love him… she’d started to but Lex had just looked at her and said ‘duh Mom’. “I brought you guys some water,” Rita said handing a glass to Mark, and then to Tom who wrapped his arm around her shoulders. They’d just found out that she was pregnant, and Tom couldn’t be happier about it. Neither could Rita actually… after both of their transgressions in Davenport they’d found comfort in each other and over the last few months had fallen in love and moved in together. Tom and Rita both still carried around a good amount of guilt over what they had done, but no one held it against them. When they’d returned, Ruben had given a speech to the entire town telling them what had happened, their battle with Bathin, the dangers that they had faced, the blood that they had spilt and Zeke, who most people felt had more of a right to hate Tom more than anyone, openly embraced him and spoke openly of forgiveness. However there were still ill feelings in town. Fred Phelps had spoken of an eye for an eye, all while Zeke and preached the other side of things and in the end, Zeke had once again won out over Phelps only creating more dislike on Phelp’s part to Zeke and Ruben. None however punished Tom more than he did himself. Three or four times a week Tom would find himself in Zeke’s church, not praying, but just speaking to him, telling him of his dreams, of how sorry he was. Zeke had long since given up the battle to make him realize that he didn’t have to do this. Tom did it for himself, and it would end when he finally learned to forgive himself. “That was some set,” Sam said coming over, Sheila on his arm. “I didn’t know you were a fan,” Mark said wrapping his arm around Willow, Callie running over to her grandfather and holding up her arms. Sam picked the girl up and put her on his hip. “I’m not, but… it’s not as bad as I had once thought it was. I guess I’m learning something called tolerance in my old age.” “Who said you can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” Sheila said grabbing Sam’s rear. “Not in front of the kids,” Sam said feeling his cheeks burn. Sheila was far from shy about such things. PDA was second nature to him and Sam had been alone for so long he was finding it a difficult transition, but a transition worth making. “Grandpa,” Lex said “we’ve seen Mom and Mark do a LOT more than a butt grab.” “Lex!” Willow said feeling her cheeks burn. “Mark…” she said as Mark ruffled the kids hair. “Well it’s true, and you know what Uncle Zeke and Uncle Ruben say about liars.” The little boy said crossing his arms over his chest. “They’re good teachers,” Sam replied. “Anyone want to go to the dunk tanks? I think it’s Alex’s turn pretty soon.” He gave an ornery grin and jumped when Sheila slapped his ass playfully. “Knock it off,” he said with a scowl. “You can spank me later when we get home.” “Oh God,” Willow said with a laugh. “I didn’t need to hear that.” Both of them did their best to never speak of, and never think of the times Bathin had forced the two of them to have sex. It was just something that had happened, that’s what they both told themselves. You do strange things in times of war, and that had been one of them. In the end, they’d all done things that they weren’t proud of… and they all moved forward. None of them ever forgot the past, their past loves, their past lives, their graceful moments and their dirtiest sins but they had learned to accept them… as had everyone. **************************************************************************** “This was a good idea,” Zeke said as Ruben pushed his chair down the sidewalk. He reached back touching Ruben’s hand gently. “Thank you for this.” Ruben smiled, “What were we supposed to do when an entire carnival troop pulled into town? Use it for firewood? We needed this, something light hearted, fun… normal.” He leaned down, kissing the back of Zeke’s hand gently. The doctors said that Zeke would be fine. His hands had healed fully by now, though it was difficult for him to write anymore. It was his feet that were proving to be the challenge. He’d back tracked several times over the last few months. Medical care wasn’t what it once had been and their only physician as a general practitioner who had no experience with the severity of Zeke’s wounds. Every time they had thought it was okay for him to walk again, it hadn’t been and thus, even four months later Zeke was still being pushed around town. As it stood the doctor had ordered that he wasn’t to attempt walking again until the New Year. Ruben stopped the chair as a group of children ran out in front of them, glow sticks waving in the night air, all of the laughing. He and Zeke remained there, watching them disappear into the darkness until all that they could make out were the faint glowing green lights. There was still crime in Ankney, but Spoon had become rather top notch at ensuring that people were safe. They all trusted him implicitly and no one worried too much. John protected the exterior, Spoon the interior and the two worked in seamless unison. “Spoon,” Ruben said as a car came rolling to a stop, parking in the space beside them. “I was just thinking about you.” “I told you man,” Spoon said shutting the car door “I don’t swing like that. Thanks for trying though.” “How’re the streets?” Ruben asked, clasping his hand warmly. “Quiet, like usual.” Spoon replied. “How’re the feet Zeke?” “They’re fine,” Zeke said shaking Spoon’s hand with a smile. “Doctor said that I should be good to go by the first of the year.” “Fucking hell, three more months?!? Sorry,” he said as Zeke frowned in disapproval at the curse. “Better safe than sorry,” Ruben replied. “Besides, he’s done so much for all of us. It’s nice to see everyone waiting on him night and day.” “Everyone except that fu… that Phelps fellow,” Spoon replied. “He’s going to be trouble, I can smell it like I can smell a cheap hookers perfume a mile away.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at the multi colored lights of the carnival, listening to the organ grinding away, the laughing and chattering of the crowd inside. “If you didn’t know any better, it was like nothing ever happened.” “But it did happen,” Ruben said with a heavy sigh “and it’s not over, is it?” “It is for now,” Zeke replied. “We just need to appreciate the calm before the next storm.” He smiled up at Ruben, his eyes shining with love. Spoon rolled his eyes. “Oh get a room you two,” he said with a laugh. “You two going in?” Ruben shook his head. “Nah, we’re just out for a walk. Wanted to walk by and check it out. There are so many people in and out of the house all the time, we just wanted a nice quiet night for once, just the two of us.” “I wouldn’t mind a bite to eat if we can find something vegan,” Zeke said, his stomach giving an audable rumble. “This one not feeding you?” Spoon asked nodding to Ruben. “I tried to make an eggplant casserole thing,” Ruben said. “It was,” “Interesting,” Zeke replied. “For the record I’ll have you know I’m a dang good cook,” Ruben said. “I’m just, this whole vegan thing is hard.” “Well there’s got to be a learning curve,” Spoon replied with a smile. “My sister,” he said with a twinge of pain at the memory “she was a vegetarian, not hard core vegan like you Zeke, but she was pretty close. I can make a killer asparagus, apple, and zucchini salad. Hey, she liked it.” He said as Ruben squinched up his nose. “I’d love to try it,” Zeke replied. “You know, Dylan Moran is doing a couple of shows tonight. You guys should come, I was just on my way. Funny as… funny guy. I met him the other day, he was apparently filming a movie over here when everything went down.” Spoon smiled. “Black Books… awesome show, not enough of it though.” Zeke shook his head, utterly clueless as to who Spoon was talking about and Ruben frowned. “Shawn of the Dead guy, the accountant?” “Lecturer.” Spoon said with a laugh. “Kinda cute,” he said. “What do you think?” “I think my destination is entirely in the hands of my husband,” Zeke said folding his hands in his lap. “Though I could stand for some cotton candy.” **************************************************************************** “Oh my God… is that… is that Darren?” Misty said leaning out the window of the swinging cab looking down at the ground below from where they were riding atop the Ferris Wheel. “Oh God, please sit down,” Dominica said, her hand covering her mouth as bile rose in the back of her mouth, her stomach turning over violently. “Alex,” “SIT DOWN!” Alex yelled at Misty as Bridgette grabbed her belt, pulling her down onto the seat beside her. “You really want to be covered in a half dozen upchucked deep fried Twinkie? You okay baby?” He asked, picking up the bottle of water at his feet and cracking it open, handing it over to her to take a sip out of. Dominica nodded, jumping slightly as the wheel started up again. “I don’t know why I let you talk me into this. I hate these things. What’s so funny?” She asked as Misty and Bridgette started to laugh. “Nothing,” Misty replied. “I just, I keep thinking about everything that we’ve gone through since the impact…. And this is what freaks you out. I mean,” “Haha,” Dominica said with a smile, her hand clutching Alex’s so tightly her fingers were white. If she was gripping his hand to tightly, he didn’t seem to be making any indication which she appreciated. Her eyes drifted down to the diamond ring on her finger and she leaned over, kissing Alex’s cheek thinking about their upcoming wedding. It was going to be a day to end all days, Misty and Bridgette as her maids of honor, Ruben and Cat standing up as Alex’s best men and Zeke, presiding over the wedding like the unofficial pastor he was which pissed Phelps off to no end but she didn’t care. This was her wedding and she was going to have everything she wanted. “When are you two going to breed?” Alex asked, his hand touching Dominica’s slightly swollen belly. That was his baby inside her, his little baby and he couldn’t believe it. He was both utterly terrified of being a father, and unbelievably excited by it at the same time. Just the last evening he’d finished building a beautiful baby crib, one that had sent Dominica into tears. He’d never built anything like it before in his life, never even thought about making anything with his own two hands that… intricate and yet it had felt so… right. That was the moment when he had known beyond a doubt that this was God’s plan. “Oh you know,” Misty said “when I can get Bridgette to agree to get fat.” “Oh Hell no,” Bridgette replied. “I was a fat kid, I’m not going back to that. You have no idea how hard it is to lose that kind of weight.” “It’s really not that bad,” Dominica replied. “I mean the clothes not fitting part sucks but, it still feels…. Amazing.” She gasped as the wheel came to a halt and the carnie opened the gate. “Thank you Jesus,” she gushed on her feet in less than a second and bolting out of the cab, leaving the three of them laughing behind her. “Darren, Luna… you’re back.” She said walking over to them. “Yeah,” Darren said. “We were going to try to get to New York but,” “It’s not there anymore.” Luna replied, her arm hooked around his. “That’s too bad,” Dominica said. “I mean, I knew that it wasn’t, or I had a feeling that it wasn’t but I was still hoping I was wrong.” “It’s okay,” Darren replied. “We went for a reason, found a couple of caravans on the way back. We just got processed into the city and were directed here. It’s great to see you again.” “Oh… my… GOD!” Dominica cried. “You’re MARRIED?!??” She screamed seeing the ring on Luna’s finger. “No, not yet at least.” Luna replied with a small laugh, still looking slightly skittish, but doing much better now that she’d had some time with Darren to learn to trust again. Every time she’d had a panic attack he’d held her, every time she’d had a bad dream, he’d been there. “But he did ask.” “Captain America!” Alex said catching up and shaking Darren’s hand. “Welcome back.” “Thank you,” Darren replied returning the shake. “Misty, Bridgette” he said as the other two women approached. “You’re all looking wonderful.” “Of course we are,” Alex said. “Did you see what I did?” He rubbed Dominica’s belly with a proud smile. “I did that.” “We did that.” She said laughing, her cheeks turning bright red. “Glory hog.” “Hey at least he’s not still saying ‘that’s me in there’ like he was a few weeks ago.” Misty said with a smile. “Oh and you can’t forget ‘my sperm done good’.” “At least he’s not still on his knees sobbing like a little girl,” Bridgette said. “Wait you… I thought… you weren’t,” Alex said looking at Dominica with an almost horrified expression. “They’re my best friends!” Dominica said in her defense. “They wanted to know what happened when I told you!” Alex rolled his eyes. “You could at least have told them that I fainted.” “You could have denied it too,” Misty said giving him a wink. At that the six of them burst into laughter for several minutes until tears ran down their cheeks. “Anyone want to go and check out Mark and Tom’s next show?” She asked, looking at her watch. “We should be able to get there, and stop to pee, by the time their next show starts.” “If I wasn’t married,” Bridgette said. “Hey now… you’rere married too!” Misty said with a laugh and Bridgette kissed her with a smile. “I hate you.” She said. “I love you too,” Bridgette replied taking her hand and the small group began to walk. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ October 1, 2011 Unknown Location ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ They thought that they were so smart… getting rid of him back in Davenport. They patted themselves on the backs and told each other good job. They smiled and told themselves that they had done God’s Will. Bathin laughed. How little they actually knew. That was the one thing about humans… they were so short sighted. Damn idiots couldn’t see past the end of their own noses. Really though, he didn’t mind. It made his job so much easier. There’d been no other way for him to come into this world than the way that he had. No other way for him to accomplish what needed to be done, other than the way that he had. No other way to get the ball rolling than the way he had started it. Everything, he thought, happens for a reason. Including Davenport. Gareth’s mouth opened, the corners turning up and an inhuman laughter rolled out of his lips. Finally, he had the perfect vessel in which to live, one that had welcomed him openly, one that had suffered to the point of no return, to the point where his psyche and that of the man’s had fused together into one unbreakable being. The perfect being. His tongue ran over his lips as his eyes closed, picturing his prize. She wouldn’t be his for a long time to come, but she would be. His reward for an eternity of servitude…. A fallen angel to call his own. And oh how sweet that day would be… How very, very sweet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |
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