Hello may i ask your name
My name is Sarophia
Quite tha name, do you know how old you are
Yes, i am four
That is some pretty fancy talking there, where did you come from
Mr. Rupert took me out of the root cellar
The root cellar? What were you doing in the root cellar
Mommy said if i did not stay and wait for her to come back, i could never see my pet again
I see . . .So where is your pet or mommy now
I don’t know Cleveland took me out before my mommy came back and now i don’t know where she is
Is Cleveland, Mr. Rupert, here now?
Yes, he is over there, he is putting all the bees in the back of his truck, then he is taking me to the big city
Did he tell you why
Yes, he told me i had to dance like the bees until they are all dancing
Are you doing this for school with other little children
No, i have to dance all by my self
Oh that sounds scary i wouldn’t want to do it why are you going to do it
Cleve said if i don’t everyone on earth will die
Oh he is just probably pulling your leg little one, Cleveland is like that
What’s your name
Oh me they call me Sam Crazy old Sam
Sam . . .That is my pet rat’s name
You have a pet rat
No not no more it probably ran away, i was gone for a long time now like fifty-days
Yeah it’s probably really hungry now
Well i hope your rat finds some food
Cleveland is coming now
Well then . . .Maybe we can chat another time, i hope you find your rat or it finds you bye-bye for now
Sam walked over to Cleveland who was on his way over to Sam. They met somewhere in the middle.
It’s been a long time Cleve
I see you’re a live
Where did you find that child she sure can talk it up
What about this Bee Dancing she tells me you are making her do
Yeah and that, i take it you did not come from towns way
Where is Barb Cleve
Oh . . .She is gone
Went into town did she
No, she passed
In english, run that by me one more time
I don’t know where you came from but everyone in town is dead or missing what ever the case maybe . . .Not coming back and took no luggage
What are you saying Cleve
We are at war Sam is what i am saying and if i don’t get to town by high noon with that little girl, i’m afraid it is over for all of us Know what RED DUST is Sam, ever see red dust
Instantly Sam’s mind brought him to the boat. The very last place he saw Steve alive, just a red heap of red dust. Sam is now paying attention to what Cleveland is saying but has no idea as to what he is talking about.
How about you fill me in.
Yeah . . .So.
What now . . .Are we moving? I want to bring my blanket, i don’t need a pillow but i will bring that too. I will bring tons of underwear and socks just in case i can not find a Laundry-mat. [ I don't really care about my outside cloths], but my Parents teach us to always have clean underwear on, so i do. And i will never go anywhere without my shoes. i need my shoes, i hate stepping in shit. [For all i know there is a lot of shit out there on this NEW SUPER EARTH to step in.
It is noted this outer place is BIGGER than MOTHER EARTH, so i should have lots of MY SPACE, where i can be alone. That way i can do the things i like and not have others tell me what they would like me to do. I can't wait, when do we go. Saturday sounds good that way, all Friday was put in, which means a full pay-cheque. [Wonder how long it will take to get my mail]. Hey . . .Maybe i will subscribe to Mother Earth, get some pointers on what poison mushrooms look like, [i love mushrooms], cooked or raw.
I wonder if i am going to be apart of an actual INVASION causing the inhabitants to fear for their lives or die by our GERMS or they start blasting at us or we start blasting at them, what the hell . . .I don’t want anything to do with this SUPER EARTH seven times BIGGER! I just want to do the things i want to do in MY SPACE.
Wow i slept in until 9:17 on a SATURDAY that’s, wrong, that’s just bad.
Then crap, i missed the flight booth ticket lady dragging my bags that’s wrong, that’s just bad.
Freaking hell by the time i turned around everything was gone now that’s wrong, that’s just bad.
Just my luck i should have stayed home cleaning off my wind-shield cleaning the yard taking out the trash-can mowing grass down, but that’s wrong that’s just bad.
My Space or Super Earth Seven times bigger or Mother Earth What ever’s up there i don’t care as long as i have my underwear.
NO SHARKS IN THE WATER
Is that what they tell you?
Well i’ll have you know there is this thing out there in your world and it is called
What do you think statistics are. [MISHAPS]. Statistics is a thing where used in cases of out of the ordinary bad happenings that do happen when they tell you nothing will happen.
statistically speaking that is but the statistics on how many people died swimming in sharkless waters adds up to enough people we prefer to stay out of the waters.
So that’s what they tell you-no sharks in the water
They tell us a lot of things but the main thing is KNOW YOUR STATISTICS before you are shark-bate yum.
Saturday, October 27, 2001. NORTH POLE NEW YORK
The ferry came to a stop. The only vehicle on it got off, it is a red boom truck barring the name,
“TRANSCONTINENTAL POWER COMPANY”
A hydro crew was sent out in the middle of no-where to fix a blown out transformer. The truck started its way up to a mountain top. The driver of the truck is JOE. He is 46 and never been married. Joe Loved his job and took it quite serious. Joe worked as the head-man on the Hydro-Lines for the last twenty-six years and he planned to retire there. So in the mean-time he always got the out-of-the-way, in the middle of no-where jobs. But the money was great.
Then there is FRANK. He is a 33-year old horn-dog, he has been Joes grounds-man for the last six years. During these last six years, Joe had to hear and see all of Franks vulgarities . . .Things like, at the last Halloween work party. [Frank kept complaining he did not know what to show up as]. Finally Joe said. “You dumb ass, just come as you are.” The night of the party, Frank showed up in a larger sized, suite and tie . . .He had a pillow stuff under his shirt and whiskers painted on his face and big rimmed, black glasses with a lime green cap, he even attached a large hand-made, home-made dick to the front of his pants, leaving it hang there. “What the hell.” Joe shook his head . . . “What, i’m an old perverted fart, Frank told him.
That night Frank spent hours, chasing behind the girls, swinging his phony dick, if that was not bad enough, someone sprayed silly string all over the girls, which caused Frank to chase after them more, pretending to be jacking off . Joe found this to be quite funny, because of the silly string already hanging down off the backs of some of the girls. This one girl did not know she had silly string hanging off the back of her head, she did not know Frank was pretending to be jacking off wildly behind her and she turned around. There he was, jacking like a mad fool. The whole party near died with laughter. Joe always had plenty of fun with Frank.
Then there is DONNA . . .She is Franks girlfriend. He asked her to come along on this work trip, to keep him occupied on the ground while Joe worked up on the transformer. This is not the first time Donna went along for the ride. She was a horn-dog just like Frank. So every time the crew was sent far . . .Frank called Donna.
Donna was thirty years of age and beautiful to look at, she had huge boobs and long dark hair. Donna was loads of fun to be with, even Joe liked her, he found her to be somewhat like a cool drink of water. There for, he always allowed her to come along . . .She spoke. “Holy i sure have to pee, are we almost there?” Both men looked at her when she spoke.
Just up a head a sign that sat practically covered by brush went unnoticed by them all . . .It read.
45th PARALLEL . JURALLEL
< NORTHPOLE 3.107 MILES . EQUATOR 3.107 MILES >
As the big truck continued up the mountain, Frank winked at Donna while speaking to Joe. ” What do you say boss . . .We almost there? . . .My ass is sleeping.” Joe stretched out his neck as if trying to see around the curb on the road in front of them. “Well its been around four hours now, we should be there soon enough. I could use a good piss myself.”
Not long after, the truck finally came to a stop at the top of the mountain. It had been a four and one half hour drive up.
They all got out of the truck. Donna stretched out her body and shook out her legs. She placed her hands on the back of her neck and shoulders, twisting out all the kinks. “It feels good to get out and stretch. Wow. would you look at this place. it is magnificent! Where are we.” The wind gently blew across her face, while her long hair waved in the breeze, Frank made his way over to her, stretching out his body, stopping at her side. “You are in Santa’s Village baby.” He placed his hands around her waist, sliding one down to her buttocks. He spoke again.” And you are magnificent too, with your bustling bosoms and long dark hair surrounding your petit face.” Frank kissed her. He figured by bring her along it would make the day move faster and more fun for him.
Frank was all stocky, with red curly hair. Joe . . .well, he is as good-looking, as a morning, on a winter’s day.(In the country). Joe was serious about his work, he got all the top jobs.
“Okay you two, you did that the whole time in the truck, get with it, and let’s get started.” Frank was Joes best friend outside of work and Joe was always seeing Frank and Donna mess around. But Joe would not allow this kind of behavior at work! The last time they were messing around, it was up in the cherry-picker, lines got cut . . .Somehow.
They all stood on the edge of the mountain looking down and around themselves. Donna spoke again . . .Why in the world would a body put a transformer way out and up here?” Joe chuckled. “This is Santa’s village. You’ve never been here before? I thought everyone came here one time or other. At least heard about it.” “Nope.” She turned to look behind her and gave a shudder as she gazed into the dark wooded area. “Santa’s village? . . .Are there any animals in there.” Frank put his arm around Donna and gave a coy smile. “Hey baby don’t worry, i’ll protect you. Bambi has nothing over me.” Donna smiled back at him . . .” It just looks so creepy in there.” She stepped forward putting her arms around Franks waist. ” Well then my hero.” She kissed him . . .” Take me to the lavatory, where i can relieve myself, it was a long ride.”
Joe was already on his way to the job-site. He put his head back as far as it would go, looking up. He raised his hand up over his face to block out the rays from the sun. Frank called out as Donna walked a head . . .” Hey, Joe . . .We’re just going to find a spot to relieve Donna.” He chuckled. “I think i will find a spot too.” Joe’s eyes never left the job at hand, but he did answer. ” YEP! . . .I can just see it now . . .You two alone in there, screwing your ass off for the next half hour. We came to work dammit! . . .I’ll go too in a minute. Then we start work. I want to be back on the road before dark fall.”
From inside the woods Donna called out. Frank! Come on! i don’t like it in here anymore. it’s to quiet for me.” she looked around. “If i hear anything, i’m freaking out! . . .”Besides.” Her voice changed to that of a woman in heat. “You are wasting time.” Frank clapped his hands together and started off in her direction. He could see she was standing over and in front of him, looking like a delicious dessert. “DON”T MOVE!” The sternest in his voice startled her, but he had a big smile on his freckled, rough face. Twigs snapped under the weight of his feet as he made his way over to her, nothing else could be heard. Donna look around at all the emptiness surrounding her and up to the tall trees, then gazed at all the fallen dead trees on the ground and the ones that didn’t make it to the ground. She scanned the ground laden with leaves, it looked like a long quilted blanket as far as the eye could see. She look and listened to the echoing coming from Frank’s footsteps. Not one other sound could be heard. Donna looked back towards Joe to see what he may be doing, wondering if he might be making any sound which could be heard over the echoing snaps coming from Frank. There was nothing. Just creepy quite. Not a sound, just Frank making his way to her . . .”You know?” She spoke as she started to walk towards him. If it was not so creepy it would be fun to play a few games in here.? “ “Games?” Frank said . . .”What kind of games do you have in mind.” Donna laughed. ” You know, hide-and-seek, tag, and that other game . . .You know, here pussy-pussy.” she stopped and let Frank reach her. Then she thought she did hear something, and turned watching behind herself. SNAP SNAP
She turned back to Frank hearing the small snapping of twigs and dries out leaves under his feet. Seconds later Frank’s voice broke her concentration. “Hey! . . .You okay? . . .You look spooked.” He reached out to her, and she stumbled for words . . .”Uumm, no, no i just never been in the woods before.” Donna looked up and all around the area. She spoke. “It’s a whole new place in here. Beautiful, creepy and quite all at the same time.”
Frank was not really listening to Donna any more. He was busy touching and groping her small body up against his own. Frank was ready for his desert. Then realizing her new situation , she gently knocked on his head. “Are you in there.” She giggled. “Joe is going toooo” That was all she could say. Frank cut her off, cupping her small face in his hands and kissing her mouth. “Don’t worry about Joe.” Then he kissed her again. “He is going to be busy for a while.” He kissed her once more, this time she kissed him back. Both lost in their own lust. “Now what about this pussy-pussy game.” Frank’s lust was lust, while Donna’s lust was real, she truly had a special thing for Frank and only wanted to give to Frank. Donna gently pulled away looking into his eyes, placing softly her one finger upon his lips. “Shhh.” She whispered. She, kissed him, and once again, they were lost in the lust of things.
Then. SNAP . . .CRACK . . .
Both Donna and Frank tore away from each other, letting out echos of shilling gasps of air-in-take. Donna gave a shriek, when the quite broke open with the surprising graspy yell coming from Joe . . .”What the hell Joe . . .People can have heart attacks from shit like that.” Frank was a little testy. ” I’ll tell you what the hell . . .Shit a god damned drum is blown out, an shes sixty feet up that blasted pole . . .Quit pissing around and get some god-damned work into ya! . . .The pair of you!” Frank laughed out . . .”Relax you scared the piss out of Donna.” Then he laughed more, as he too, had the shit scared out of himself. “Bastard . . .You scared us!” He looked down at Donna. “We better take that piss.” They each did their thing behind a tree and left the wooded area.
Joe and Frank prepared for the job a head of them, which was going to take a while, depending on what else was wrong up there. They placed the new drum in the bucket of the cherry-picker, along with the proper tools and insulated wires. Joe strapped on his tool belt and climbed on in. Donna called out to Joe as she tossed over his gloves. “ Hey Joe, don’t forget your rubber.” They began to laughed. Frank called over to Donna. “I will have one.” He gave her a coy look, then said. “You better get in the truck where it is safe. Joe positioned himself in the front center of the bucket. She got in the truck, Joe took hold of the side rails, then called out. “Okay, take her up.” Donna sat crooked with her head and neck twisted, dent backwards, looking out and up the back window. Joe could have used his own controls in the bucket, but, (they were out of control.) Time was not taken to make the re-pares on the buckets cable lines, which Frank accidentally cut. Joe called out again, this time louder over the noise of the boom trucks exhaust. “You better soon get these lines fixed.”
Then out of no-where a wisp of wind, slapped the back of Joes head causing him to reach up grabbing hold of his helmet. Frank, not completely ignoring Joe, who was telling him to fix the cable lines, yelled up. “ Are you going to yell at me the whole time we are here. Shut-up, i can’t hear you anyway.” Joe stood up straight with a wondering look on his face. everything was calm as he searched the air and sky all around himself. He turned back towards Frank looking down, and seeing he was much further up now, there would be no point in yelling at him, as Joe would only end up calling out the same thing, three or four times over, even then would Frank hear him? He could not be bothered. Instead he put his attention up towards the job at hand. Frank watched Joe for a few more seconds then turned to look at Donna. But he could not see her face. She was busy watching Joe go higher and higher up. Frank returned watching Joe and could see there was a few more feet to go. Then he put his attention back to Donna, He could hardly wait to get in the truck with her. Joe started yelling. ” Good! Okay! WHOA!” The bucket came to a rough jolting stop. Joe stumbled in the swaying basket sixty feet up and off the ground. “What the hell!” Joe yelled again. “ HEY! Take it easy down there. It’s not like i’m falling off a chair after a few drinks. Its damn high up here.” It did not matter what he said, Frank was already in the truck with his play toy.
Joe carefully slowly started at his work. He could now see all the wires were burned out as well as the transformer. But Joe knew what to do, he was very good at his job, as he has been doing it for very many years. So while he was up there working carefully, opening up boxes, checking switches, disconnecting lines, Frank was preparing for his long-awaited desert. He was finally alone with Donna and he knew they had about half an hour before Joe would need him. Frank leaned over her small body and rolled down the window on her side of the truck. The sound of the engines grew louder. He then kissed her mouth, putting his hand on the small of her back, pulling her up and onto him, then he slowly licked her lips, letting go of her, then looking at her face, he could see she wanted more and he had more to give. Frank rolled down his window and turned back to her. “So, how about that pussy pussy game, do you want to play it in here?” He cupped her breast in his hand while slipping his other hand up under the back of her top undoing her bra. He could feel her breath harder, faster on his face. He whispered in her ear. ” Take your top off and sit on me.” She drew in a soft gasp of air as she straddled him. “what about Joe.” Frank reached forward tweaking her nipples, kissing her neck, her ear, speaking softly. “Don’t worry about Joe, he is going to busy for a good half hour before he needs me.” Frank tweaked a little harder, little sounds were coming from Donna, sounds which made Donna want her more. Frank continued talking. He can’t see us and he can’t hear us.” Donna could feel herself getting very wet. She wanted Frank inside her. she reached down touching his man thing. Her eyes opened wide as she pulled away. His manhood was hard, hard and big. Her heart was beating fast. She sat up and looked into Franks eyes, he slid off her top and removed her bra. Then he pulled her up and on him placing her soft full bosom in his face. There he cradled, tweaked, and sucked, while she moaned and wiggled. They were both so lost in lust they could not feel the truck moving. They did not hear the wind pick up.
Outside sixty feet up in the cherry-picker, a strong wisp of wind forced Joes helmet off his head, this time sending it down to the ground below. The basket shook causing his hand to miss the wire he was cutting, tripping another, sending sparks to fly out at him. Joe jumped back, holding tight to the rail guard. ” Piss . . .Shit! What the.” He looked down to see if Frank had anything to do with it . . .But Frank was nowhere to be seen.
Frank had his shirt of now. More wind blew at Joe sending the basket back and forth. “Hey! Bring me down!” Nothing. “Frank, you bastard. FRANK! “ Lightning flashed. “SHIT!” Joe turned to put the cover back on the box as quickly and carefully as he could. He wanted down and out of there. Another flash of lightening zapped out as he was preparing to quit. The wind was blowing way harder than before, lightning after lightning split open the sky. All his life Joe has never seen the wind only ever felt it. Now wide-eyed and sixty feet up, Joe could see it. He wanted to run, he wanted down. “FRAANNKK!”
The wind was fast, it was big, it was coming right at him with sporadic cracks of lightning. Thunder tore his attention away from the wind only for a moment. He yelled wildly down to Frank, as cold shivers ran through his spine. “GET ME DOWN YOU ASS-HOLE! . . .FRANK! Lightning struck as more wind forced the basket to rock hard back and forth knocking Joe down. As he struggled to get back up he grabbed his lines-men pliers and volt tester, getting to his feet yelling and throwing the tester down at the truck.
Lightning flashed again and again. Joe watched as the ferocious wind carried away the heavy voltage tester. He almost cried. “IF I HAVE TO START CLIMBING!” He whipped the pliers at the same time as he cried out, only this time he mad contact. The pliers cracked the back window, making Donna yelp out of her lust mode and cover herself up. Frank just opened his eyes. Joe Yelled in the crazy air. “Frank Fuck you!” “What the hell was that.” Frank turned to look at the window behind them, only this time he thought he heard Joe . . .”What is he doing?” Now, Donna thought, all this time Joe could see them and became embarrassed, shocked back into reality. ” He was watching us he whole time? I thought you said he could not see in here.” Frank became annoyed and got angry, as he was fixing to enter Donna. “No . . .No don’t get dress.” He did his best to calm her back down. “I’ll go see what he wants, i will only be a minute or two.” Frank got out of the truck doing up his pants. Donna got dressed. Just as Frank started to call out to Joe. “WHAAA.” He stopped and stood wide-eyed, mouth opened unable to finish his word. Lightening flashed one more time in front of him opening up the ground. A bright red glow made its way up to the heavens. In the mist of the red glow, a black form stood. Golden blades of pure electricity shot out from its eyes splitting Joe in two halves. The wind whipped madly as a spray of blood fell on top of Frank, then down came both parts of Joe’s body. Donna was in the truck screaming mad screams of terror. Frank turned doing a hundred yard dash into the woods screaming the words. “Mother of god.” He only got a few feet when he had to start jumping over fallen trees. He turned to his right running a few feet then sprang to his left ducking under a large hanging branch. Then a few more feet, he turned to see behind himself. What ever it was . . .It was floating towards him. Nothing was stopping it. Every turn he made, every move Frank made, this thing stayed behind him. Seconds later, frank made another turn to look-see, only this time when he turned back around, he did a face plant right into a tree. When Frank came to opening his eyes, he cried out as the flesh was being sucked, torn off in patches. In the distance Donna was still screaming, as she stood staring down at Joes broken body. Frank was crying out into the eyes with no ending. Just a bright golden glow that shone brilliantly, blinding him. Then twenty seconds later, bone lay where frank once was.
When all was silent, Donna snapped out of it, she ran to the edge of the top of the mountain . . . She jumped into the waiting waters miles down below. Continue reading
Speed: Kills . . .And if there is one thing i hate it is SPEED. Even the best of the best drivers have crash-ups.
On water or land or air speed kills. I hate speed . . .Speed-up will you. Some people say. Frig that i say. Step on it, someone may say . . .Let me out i will say.
Driving fast to get anywhere quick is the most nuttier thing a body can do . . .If you had your thinking-cap on in the first place, you would have been more prepared by being ready and leaving the house earlier. Always leave the house way early, giving you time to relax and pay attention to the road and everything around you.
Whether you are on a bike, skate-board, in a car, boat, plane, anything rather that your own two feet, Speed kills. Even running to fast can cause mayhem.[People trip over their own feet].
Now in this case . . .The driver is Perch. He never got out of the transport in the first place. He was busy looking for his wallet . . .As the matter of fact he didn’t even have his door opened yet.
Ronnie of course, was out and crossing over the road to join the others for the big FEED, he was starving and couldn’t wait to feed his face. He Called out to one of the guys, in the crowd of drivers and packers. ” Hey Joe . . .How ‘s that boil on your ass doing.” The guy took hold of his crouch . . .” Eat this you bastard.” Several of the men laughed. Ronnie called back. ” i would but there is nothing there.” The men laughed more.
Jeff was just climbing out of the big transport when the first FLASH of RED filled the whole sky. Perch was in the back cab searching in the pockets of his dirty cloths, still looking for his wallet, when the first DEATHLY SCREECH broke ear-drums and dropped the men to the ground holding their heads doing their best to block out the sound. But this would not save them, nothing would, as what they saw were not pretty white butterflies hovering above them at all . . .It was one hundred and eighty HOT WHITE ready to FEED and birth, shooting out each, six more entities. So 180 x’s 6. One thousand and eighty Hot white will then FEED & BIRTH, meaning they will have to leave this area and find what they can, heading to the cities.
As it turns out, Perch is color blind. He can’t see red, but he does know he is in pitch black! Blacker than black! he can only hold his ears and wait until the deafening pain stops crushing his brain. AAAARRRGGGGGGGG JEFF! Was all he could say. But nothing came back to him. Then just like that . . .All went silent and things were normal. He opened his eyes, lying there in the back cab, blood, trickled from his left ear, he quickly got to his hands and feet getting to the front seat in the big truck and looked for Jeff. He was glad the engine was still running, he could see Jeff’s head on the floor in the transport and reached down using all his strength pulling him up and in, slamming the huge door shut. Jeff was not in as good of shape as Perch, after all, Perch can not see red and he was not out of the truck like Jeff. Jeff was bleeding from both ears and nose.
Perch whipped the transport into reverse, as none of the men on the ground were moving and none answered his shouts. Jeff pushed out the words, play the song . . . Everything went RED, as RED, can be . . .Perched reached out letting the music pound in his ear drums and nothing else could be heard. Then the second screech came ripping apart the heavens and Perch went into full SPEED a head . . .Jeff fell forward crying out in pain. Perch was sure he saw a wisp of smoke emanating from his good friend of many working years. Ronnie was gone. The sound coming from the speakers Jeff put together bounced the drums, back and forth in the ears of both the men. He turned the knob full blast. [Welcome my son . . .Welcome, to the, machine. Where have you been, it's okay we know where you've been.]. By, PINK FLOYD. Blood trickled down Perche’s face from his nose. Jeff slid off the seat to the floor of the fast-moving vehicle.
Perch drove like a bat out of hell, he could see the lighter day, in front of them. Speed, was all Perch cared about now and SPEED drove him like a mad man, him and the transport just about flew down the highway and away from the little town. He could see in the mirror the third strike of total blackness, [REDNESS], hit again, causing his foot to jam petal to metal reaching over 100 miles per hour. He cried. Water blurred his vision and he did not see the curve coming ahead nor the railroad tracks with the speeding train.
[Hello hello, is there anybody in there], was the next song drowning out any sound coming from the crazy Jeff speakers.
Perch saw the train. My Lord . . .Was all he whispered. Then all was Black, his black, the real black.
The bees were buzzing doing their routine gathering of nectar and all was quiet again.
That is when Barb was out picking flowers, instead of staying home, four-year old Sarophia was told to stay down in the old root cellar until her mother came for her, Sam and Steve were out fishing, while Steve sat in the boat, Sam went down under the cool waters. PLUS . . .
Later on that day Cleveland would go into town to see what Barb was freaking out about, there, he would see all the empty transports, find the little girl and get attacked by two HOT WHITE ENTITIES. Now he is in bad shape and Sarophia is doing her best to help him. Remember though . . .Cleveland, with the help of Sarophia, carried barb out and laid her behind the shed. PLUS . . .
What was CARRIED IN BY THE WIND. [ The girl showing up at Sam's place], and Sarophia, almost escaping Mr. Rupert’s bee hut. Something has entered into the small child. Then Sam found the strange writings.
After Cleveland did his best to coax the child out of the root cellar, he cradled her in his big arms, heading back to his truck, and to the safety of the hut. He could not help but to think about Barb and how he locked her inside. He hoped she was still sleeping, just to save for any fighting words. Besides, the only fight in his mind right now and will be, is what the hell is happening . . .What killed everything, turning life to dust. Why was this child spared. He ran his best without stumbling, not to harm this screaming, crying, frighted little girl, wanting her mother. He cradled her small head in his comforting hand asking her to stop crying. But it did no good. The child wasn’t listening to him at the moment.
Cleveland made his way back to the sidewalk and continued his way getting closer to the vehicle, but not without seeing human and non human, bodies, turned to ash, red dust. There was no life anywhere . . .There was not a sound, but this crying kid. If only she would keep quiet he thought . . .He felt the need to want to hear anything else at all besides her sobbing whining cries. He stopping walking fast and looked the child right in the eyes and waited for her to look into his eyes. She did. He then said to her in a voice of calmness and suggesting and hushed . . .Stop that crying . . .I don’t like no crying. Now cut that noise out . . .We need to hear things. Hush . . .Listen. Her little eyes stayed with his for a few more seconds, then shut tight, crying more tears . . .I want mommy.
Mommy is not here right now, so stop that crying, i don’t like no cry-babies. There was another few moment of silent before she carried on with her crying only more quiet this time and with quick sharp in-takes of air, through her nose. This made Cleveland more at ease and more able to think clearer.
They were about ten feet or so now from the waiting truck, when something caught his attention. Brilliant Light took hold of his eyes and he squinted turning his head down. But the curiosity of things right now had much more of a hold on him and he did his best to look up. He thinks he sees shapes lined in blood-red, he can’t look longer than a second or so without shielding his eyes. It did not help that this hour of the day was HIGH NOON, he still had a feeling that even though it was high noon, this was a different bright he has ever known. Was earth having a melt down? Did they finally, wipe out the ozone layer? Is the world going to burn out? Cleveland had many questions running through his mind with no answers to follow.
Three feet in front of the two, only people, one that, of a child, the empty waiting truck called to them, hurry up . . .No crying in the truck, okay little girl . . .I don’t like no crying.”
Out of no where Cleveland gave out a cry of pain . . .Something hot scraped across his right arm . . .Blood bled thought his sleeve. He did not drop the girl but held tighter as he moved faster, two feet, another hot stab swam across his cheek causing another yelp, as another hot sting burned through his back. Seconds later, he tossed the child onto the front seat, hoping not to hurt her as he jumped in after her. There was no time to babysit, only escape. He knew what ever was happening right now, was starting again, this time to him, but not to her if he could help it . . .Cleveland turned the key, throwing the shifter in drive and stepping on it. The tires spun for seconds as he gained control of the situation, getting them out of there. Seconds later the sky flashed red followed by a screech he has never heard before, she started crying.
He did not know, hundreds, maybe a thousand or more, HOT WHITE entities, filled the sky, above this desolate town, needing to birth, shooting forth each, six more. This surely would drive these beings into the cities. Cleveland knew not of what was happening only to get to the bee-hut and down under ground where he found this living still crying kid. He turned up the volume on the CD player as loud as it would go, and pushed harder on the gas petal.”Cry now little one . . .Go a head, give it your all . . .I don’t like no cry-babies, but go ahead, get it all out. He reached up tuning the front view mirror as not to see the red town dying in its reflection. Somehow, in doing all this, it felt better to his ears and on his mind. Another flash followed by another deathly screech. He bellowed out, without his eyes, leaving the road . . .Come on little baby, cry . . .Cry loud and cover your eyes. Cleveland tore to the left off the road, and onto, the path-way to the hut, stopping just outside the doorway, fumbling for the keys.
Once again he thought of barb and was she sleeping . . .He waited for the right moment telling the girl to grab hold of his neck and hold tight not to fall from him as they had to jump out, run to the door and get it unlocked before another attack of what was happening happened or was this over. before shutting the door, Cleveland looked towards the red town and up to the White glow where the heat burned at his eyes, forcing him to slam shut the door, and flee to the underground, closing the floor-door after them.
What is your name little girl . . .Sarophia, she said. Do you know where my mommy is, she said bravely. No, little one i don’t. How old are you, can you tell me that? Four, i’m four years old. Four! . . .Your pretty brave for being four . . .What were you doing in the oot cellar all by yourself. She started to cry . . .But in that gentle caring voice he told her once again . . .Now don’t start that crying . . .I don’t like no cry-babies. Now tell me, what is your name again. This time not only did she tell her name, she spelled it out for him. S a r o p h i a . . .Sarophia. Oh, smart kid are ya . . .Cleveland needed to sit and check out his wounds, he became quite dizzy all of a sudden. He rubbed at his head, then held back the shock of an attack, of pain, sizzling in the areas of each of the bites. His arm, his cheek, his back.
Sarophia wondered about the hut and came across barb still asleep. Who is this? She asked . . .But received no response. She asked louder this time calling him Mr. .Hey Mr., who’s this girl sleeping, why is this blood on her face. Hey . . .You have a bee flying . . .She giggled . . .The bee is on your bread. She laughed at this bee sitting on Cleveland’s half eaten honey sandwich. She went over to Cleveland and hit him on his knee until he opened his eyes and talked to her. Hey, little girl . . .See that lady . . .She had enough sleep, wake her up. Tell her it’s time to wake up. Go on. Go over there and give her a good shake. Tell her Cleve needs help now . . .Well what are you waiting for . . .Christmas? He chuckled, she glared at him . . .Christmas? Is Santa going to come? Mommy says santa only comes when it snows. No . . .He frowned, go on now, give Barb a good shake. Try to wake her up, tell her, Cleve needs her. She did . . .Little Sarophia woke up Barb.
BY HAVING . . .
ONE HELL OF A TITLE.
This is your world you were born into.