Author's Note: This is not a spin-off of 'Parallel Lives'; I'm a huge fan of
Archonix's work, and this is simply a case of 'parallel evolution' –
i.e., a total coincidence. :) My thanks to pre-readers Red_Line,
Archonix, SoylantOrange, and anyone else that I've forgotten. Your
help was greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading! See you next time!
The characters here are not owned by me (I’m just borrowing them),
so please don’t sue me/hurt me/kick me/cover me in feathers.
I’m only posting this to a small number of sites; anyone that
wants to post it elsewhere should ask my permission and credit me
accordingly. No hablo espaneol. (sic) Should not be taken internally.
Void where inhibited.
It's quiet in here most of the time. I don't like it and it shouldn't be,
because all I can do is think. Think think think think think, is all
I do around here anymore, and do I get thanked for it? The hell I do.
All the thinking I do, and they none of them notice how sorry I am -
they just sit and judge behind closed walls and minds, they don't
care about me at all. How sorry I am doesn't enter into it, just
judge judge judge judge-ity judge all day every day, like I'm not
even there, but I am I have to be otherwise why would they think
still see their faces, even here – and they keep staring - just
didn't fight back, either.
I can see
it all on the inside of my head, the inside of these walls - some TV
show I don't like, can't get rid of and these walls are so blank,
y'know, so it's the only show in town! Ain't that a hoot?
with a chase. It's me and two folks, Fast Folks and mysterious
because I can't see their faces but I know they're important because
they know me, know me by name and how many people in the sewer know
some girl from the surface? Some alien girl, some one-eyed freakish
girl with her hair and her boots and abandonment issues, so why would
they know me? But they do know me 'cause they said my name, my real
name the way it's supposed to be pronounced and said so that means
they really really know me, because who else than somebody that
really knows me knows my first name comes second? But I keep
following them because I have to, I have to, I have to know why they
know and who they are and also, why the hell are they wearing hooded
robes? Isn't it summer?
and chase and chase and chase until I think my legs are gonna fall
off, and then we get to that house again, only this time the door's
locked and that idiot Fry used himself as a battering windowbreaker,
but it's no problem 'cause I'm limber and know kung-fu so what do I
do? Shimmy shammy up the pole streetlamp nearby and onto the roof,
that's what I do, buster. I get on the trail and not nobody's
gonna shake me off - not when I'm this...
mention the staring? Because it's really starting to put a damper on
the proceedings. I hate dampers, kinda like the way I hate Pampers
but then I haven't worn a diaper been a baby in years, nu-uh, not me!
Not me, no
no no. Not much more.
roof and down down down the hole like Santa-sicky-ikey-o. Pss-hycho.
there's a freakulon, somethn'-goin-on. Then again, is someone really
a jerk if that's the only thing they can be, what they're programmed
to be? Discuss among yourselves, but I'd have to say survey says a
big heaping helping steaming load of 'yes' to that one.
me rush this, rush rash push pull shove this. This is difficult
enough with one eye, and then there's the one eye to deal with, okay?
big 'o', teeny tiny weeny 'k'.
So up and
over and down the chute like that stupid droid, and face to face are
we. Me, inquisitor-hunter and mother of huntresses, they meek and
yapping and prey and cornered. So I'm confused and mad and I say some
words and they stay with the unmoving mouths and I say some more
words and they still won't move the jaws on the faces and I see it
the the on the wrist like mine and now more more more words, still
nothing else other than these these these words, out of my mouth and
I'm mad *mad* MAD AND WHY WON'T THEY -
did what they did what they did what they did and the hammer's back,
hammer's coming down, pipe down lights down head down right now for
the big finish and lights and beeping and crashing and 'Noooo'-ing
and clicking and and pulling and screaming and yelling and pulling.
And sobbing. And I'm home. I'm home 'cause I see her face see the eye
and when the hood's gone, yeah the one eye and aren't tentacles a
neat idea instead of arms doncha think? It's nice what they did with
Thank you, and goodnight.