NPC Log Three: The Wheels Turn
Minnie thinks to herself....
Well, Dai looked okay when we found her. Not great. She was kind of messed up, and a little crazier then normal, which is saying something. But at least in one piece.
All those other mean angels weren't helping much. They probably think we're all a big bunch of bad guys, wanting to do all sorts of mean things. And I bet my sister would love to do mean things back. I told her not to, it wasn't polite.
But I was upset with them. We had to harass poor messed up Marcus, and had to give up all those names. And there was that mean Seraph, and that tether, and everything.
I was glad that we got out of there. And we even got to go do some midnight shopping. Zip!
I worry about Dai, though. She's got herself fixated on that little angel friend, and I've heard stories about the last time she was fixated on a little angel. I wasn't there, of course, but I heard it was pretty bad. I'm worried, and I hope we can all go home soon.
Daimon thinks to himself....
Redemption is this big lie that is one of many that keep cycling around hellm generated by the Balseraphs to make us feel like there is something else outside our dark prison. I don't think I believe in it, although Malik has told me it's our only real hope in a sea full of madness. I think sometimes to us, salvation is like the fanatical religious beliefs of the humans, that when they die there really is something other then the maggot filled plains of Abaddon or pain on the plains of Gehenna in store for them. They must feel almost as ripped off when they die as I do as I live.
This is what I was thinking after I felt raped. I realized how empty I felt after I gave up as much information as I could, and not of my own choice. Being geased into it feels like being used for something much dirtier then sex. Luckily, there are blocks. I'm not sure what all it is that Eli has done to me. I don't like pushing that boundary to find out. But it doesn't matter, I was forced to betray everyone I knew, and some I even cared for. Who knows, maybe those angels will go after everyone on the list. I thought about Malik, who would never hurt anyone. If these angels came for her, would she run? Would she fold? Would they hurt her?
I was angry at Star, the way only one of our kind can truly be angry. She forced me to give up everything, with a request. She could have asked for other things. I would have given those to her, without hesitation. My friendship, my love, my money, my devotion, all given at her askance.
But she didn't know. She didn't know. I tried to give her love that pains me to feel. I'm still trying. It's been a really long time since I really allowed myself to feel anything near to passionate love, and accept the consequences.
I'm on a downward spiral. I'm clutching to the sides of some abyss that is sucking under my feet, threatening to drag me back down to the depths of the pit from whence I came. I can feel the blackness suck all the light out of my soul.
Mickey thinks to herself....
We were in Meijer's, and I was watching my sister randomly put small trinkets into her pockets. When I asked her about it, she asked if we could race some carts, because it was almost two in the morning and no one but a bunch of red neck losers who were in dire need of a little attention from a bored lilim were around. I told her no. I think she ran around with one anyway.
When Minnie was done and had gotten it all out of her system, she went to pick out some clothing and that wasn't my cup of tea. So I walked over and prowled the place until I could find some poor sap who was willing to give me a good look at the shotguns. Pretty soon, I had him thinking that I really liked him and was really interested in what he had to say. Poor guy, pretty lonely. Somewhere I felt a little bit of pity. He coughed up his Essense pretty easily, and I gave him one of those hip chick smiles. He also provided me with the shotgun and a box of shells.
After the Malakim incident outside of Gary, there was no way I was going to be caught unawares again. You can never have enough guns.
The Wheels Turn....
"Where are you at?"
"I'm in Michigan. Saginaw Michigan."
"Is that outside of Detroit?"
"Yeah..... Terry, man, I'm in all sorts of trouble, man."
"I know, from me. You wrapped my new Porche around a tree."
"I don't mean that. I didn't... HE called me, and I didn't go, and there's Dominicans all over the goddamn place. And all sorts of angels. It's bad."
"You're right. You are fucked."
"Thanks."
"Well... I take that back. I'm lookin at my map here. You know, you're next to a hole in the wall?"
"I know. I don't wanna go there. I've been there once. I don't wanna go."
"Weeeeeeeeelllllllll.... I'll tell you what, kiddo. You stay put, okay? Let me spin doctor. You just sit tight."
"Yeah, okay."
Off the red-eye flight direct from LA to Metro, a few people stepped off the plane, including a slick looking young man with the ponytail and the thousand dollar suit and the Ray Ban sunglasses. The wildeyed girl who had been sitting next to him was convinced that she needed to watch more MTV, buy more Coke, and have entirely more sex. She walked away, slogans rattling around in her head.
He brushed his suit off. He enjoyed flying first class every time.
He was met by another man at the terminal. "We have spoken, and have decided to take action."
"Very good," the young man said, as he smiled at the hosts of mindless logos on the walls, and the TV overhead. "And I get my people back, INTACT. Yes?"
"After we are done with them."
"Of course."
