Tuesday, November 3, 2009
“I still love you both…”
2:33 PM | Posted by
Warwriter Widow
Grim stripped down to nothing and headed to his circle, carrying the magic book, a book on anatomy, a picture of cancer cells, and a couple of pieces of a brown t-shirt. It was cold in the room, and he started getting goose pimples.
He set down the books, and raised his arms. Immediately, he felt the guardians of the quarters take their places, and the circle warmed up considerably. As a precaution, he generated layers upon layers of circles, with guardians and spirits of all forms. They were all protectors, facing outward from their places or pacing the line. He reached down and picked up the piece of shirt, and held it in his left hand.
Grim opened the book on anatomy and turned to the page that showed the chest cavity. He took the picture of cancer cells – green puffs with elongated tentacles – and put it on the opposite page. He studied the pictures, adding them together in his mind, imagining the green cells all over the lungs in the anatomy book. He could almost see it on the page.
He closed his eyes, holding it in his mind’s eye, looking at it from all sides. The green cells moved, tentacles digging into flesh, and multiplying, always multiplying. More tentacles invaded more flesh, turning it into grey, dead cells. Ball-like white cells attempted to fight back the onslaught, but were outnumbered. Other cells of other colors, probably the drugs, also attempted to wrap around the cells. They succeeded in some, but there were too many to attack.
He opened his eyes, still picturing the cellular battle. He opened the magic book and put his hand on the blank page. Words flowed up immediately, and the picture in his mind was there as well. It all seemed three-dimensional to him, watching warring armies. Grim read the words aloud, always keeping that picture before him.
He felt something at the edges of the outer circles, but he ignored it.
The drug-cells did not increase, but became stronger. They did not become more aggressive, but once attached to a green cell, they were able to quickly suffocate it and turn it grey. Then the white cells joined the fray, and they multiplied. This would slow the cancer down, which was the purpose of this spell.
He looked at the piece of shirt in his hand. He nodded once, and threw it up in the air. It burst into white flame, its ashes falling gently around him. The spell was released, and would wing its way to the essence on the shirt.
Now he turned his attention to what was nagging at his outer circles. Spirits had congregated at that point led by a white lion at the southern quarter, the doorway to the room.
Bladeless stood there, staring at him. Grim turned away from him, and began taking down the circles. He raised his arms up again, and felt the energy collapse inward, concentrating itself in the circle that he was in. The guardians departed at their leisure, the lion remaining behind, pacing, warily watching Bladeless.
Grim pointed at the circle, taking in the remaining concentrated energy in himself. He felt tingly all over, and the began to feel the cold air of the room again.
“Can I help you with anything?” Grim snapped. As soon as he spoke, the lion disappeared.
“What were you doing?”
“None of your business.” He bent and gathered the books and items. He would need them again soon.
“Why are you naked?”
“That’s also none of your business.” He stepped out of the circle and went to his clothes at the doorway.
“What’s your name?”
“Grimaulkin,” he replied, pulling on his pants. “They call me Grim.”
“What did I do to you?”
“You want to know?" He got in close. "You raped me. You abandoned my best friend in Grandville, leaving her to get gutted by Captain Mako. You beat the shit out of my other friend, Idaho – a few times. And you got Frost, who you don’t deserve.”
“I ‘got’ Frost?”
“He was your boyfriend, Mase.”
He blinked. “That was why…”
Grim leaned back, got his shirt. “Why what?”
“I wanted to hold him.”
“And what did he do?”
“Nothing. Like he was forcing himself to be nice but was really sad.”
Grim put the shirt on, and when his head cleared the neck, he said, “Maybe he realizes now what you are.”
“But I don’t remember what I did!”
Grim said, “Your memories may be gone, but your nature remains. You’re a murderer, a rapist and a betrayer. Embrace it and get the hell out of here.” Grim forced his way past Bladeless, carrying his items.
Bladeless left the base, looking for peace.
He set down the books, and raised his arms. Immediately, he felt the guardians of the quarters take their places, and the circle warmed up considerably. As a precaution, he generated layers upon layers of circles, with guardians and spirits of all forms. They were all protectors, facing outward from their places or pacing the line. He reached down and picked up the piece of shirt, and held it in his left hand.
Grim opened the book on anatomy and turned to the page that showed the chest cavity. He took the picture of cancer cells – green puffs with elongated tentacles – and put it on the opposite page. He studied the pictures, adding them together in his mind, imagining the green cells all over the lungs in the anatomy book. He could almost see it on the page.
He closed his eyes, holding it in his mind’s eye, looking at it from all sides. The green cells moved, tentacles digging into flesh, and multiplying, always multiplying. More tentacles invaded more flesh, turning it into grey, dead cells. Ball-like white cells attempted to fight back the onslaught, but were outnumbered. Other cells of other colors, probably the drugs, also attempted to wrap around the cells. They succeeded in some, but there were too many to attack.
He opened his eyes, still picturing the cellular battle. He opened the magic book and put his hand on the blank page. Words flowed up immediately, and the picture in his mind was there as well. It all seemed three-dimensional to him, watching warring armies. Grim read the words aloud, always keeping that picture before him.
He felt something at the edges of the outer circles, but he ignored it.
The drug-cells did not increase, but became stronger. They did not become more aggressive, but once attached to a green cell, they were able to quickly suffocate it and turn it grey. Then the white cells joined the fray, and they multiplied. This would slow the cancer down, which was the purpose of this spell.
He looked at the piece of shirt in his hand. He nodded once, and threw it up in the air. It burst into white flame, its ashes falling gently around him. The spell was released, and would wing its way to the essence on the shirt.
Now he turned his attention to what was nagging at his outer circles. Spirits had congregated at that point led by a white lion at the southern quarter, the doorway to the room.
Bladeless stood there, staring at him. Grim turned away from him, and began taking down the circles. He raised his arms up again, and felt the energy collapse inward, concentrating itself in the circle that he was in. The guardians departed at their leisure, the lion remaining behind, pacing, warily watching Bladeless.
Grim pointed at the circle, taking in the remaining concentrated energy in himself. He felt tingly all over, and the began to feel the cold air of the room again.
“Can I help you with anything?” Grim snapped. As soon as he spoke, the lion disappeared.
“What were you doing?”
“None of your business.” He bent and gathered the books and items. He would need them again soon.
“Why are you naked?”
“That’s also none of your business.” He stepped out of the circle and went to his clothes at the doorway.
“What’s your name?”
“Grimaulkin,” he replied, pulling on his pants. “They call me Grim.”
“What did I do to you?”
“You want to know?" He got in close. "You raped me. You abandoned my best friend in Grandville, leaving her to get gutted by Captain Mako. You beat the shit out of my other friend, Idaho – a few times. And you got Frost, who you don’t deserve.”
“I ‘got’ Frost?”
“He was your boyfriend, Mase.”
He blinked. “That was why…”
Grim leaned back, got his shirt. “Why what?”
“I wanted to hold him.”
“And what did he do?”
“Nothing. Like he was forcing himself to be nice but was really sad.”
Grim put the shirt on, and when his head cleared the neck, he said, “Maybe he realizes now what you are.”
“But I don’t remember what I did!”
Grim said, “Your memories may be gone, but your nature remains. You’re a murderer, a rapist and a betrayer. Embrace it and get the hell out of here.” Grim forced his way past Bladeless, carrying his items.
Bladeless left the base, looking for peace.
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