Falling Angels: Chapter Seven

[the_siobhan]

The morning we left to go look for Wayne I was utterly unrepentantly drunk.


I've never been good with uncertainty.

Since the War I think I've actually been pretty good at normalizing weird shit. Like say, for example, my husband being dead and having to barter with trolls and shit like that. I have learned to cope with the existence of things like zombies - even the one who lives at the bottom of the Farm adn who never ever eats anybody because he's a nihilist and who is currently eying me like I'm off my rocker.

That's all practical stuff and I am really good at dealing with the practical stuff.

What I suck at is leaping off cliffs. And right now I am planning to make a massive leap of faith into thin air in order to find Wayne. My companions are his wife Sue and tyhe angel Gealhaad.

Now if it were Helke I would feel better. Big blond Germanic, take-no-shit and take-no-prisoners Helke and I would be good. Except that Helke is dead. Instead I am traveling with Sue - who I think I have heard say four words in all teh years I have known her. And on top of that a fucking Angel. Kill me now. I started on the run pretty much with my morning coffee.

Of course Gealhaad showed up with a big fanfare of glowing lights and harp music. Fucking angels. He spotted me covering my face and cursing and leaned over me and said curiously, "Too much wine?"

I said yes of course and added, "Unless you have any codeine you can just fuck right off." He touched me with his forefinger and suddenly my drunk was gone. The three of us started walking into the battered streets of post-Apocalyptic Toronto while I cursed my sudden sobriety. Sue said nothing.

Of course, now that I was half way cognizant I had to start dealing with practical matters. Much to my resentment.

"Where the hell are we going?"

Gealhaad was sitting on a curb watching us drink water and eat the sandwiches we had packed in our knapsacks . Stopping had been his idea. He didn't need food or water himself, but he was carefully solicitous of our needs.

"I have seen evidence of elves where people have been taken. I therefore suggest that we look to them for those who are missing."

I dropped my sandwich.

Sue picked it up, dusted it off and handed it back to me. "If we're going to be going to elfland," she said quietly, "You don't want to waste anything you have." She went back to silently munching on her food.

I pointed the tip of my half-eaten sandwich at Gealhaad. "You didn't tell me you were going to be taking us to Elfland." I said accusingly. He actually looked abashed.

"They are not God's creatures," he said. "I know nothing about them."

"They are assholes." I bit down hard into my sandwich and waved the crust at Gealhaad. "We're talking about people who say things like, 'We must serve as an example to the lesser races' and mean it. Every last one of them needs a punch in the nose."

"And" I added, after taking my last bite and stuffing the last of teh bread into my mouth, "they don't let humans into the cities. We can only go to the refugee camps. So even if Wayne is there we can't get to him."

Gealhaad smiled and folded his hands into his lap. "That may very well be true," he said. "But I'm not human."

I was growing less and less happy about this journey as we went on.

Comments

[ravensee.livejournal.com]

I may be hungover, but I think your stuff is brilliant. Thanks for sharing.:)

[dark-phoenix54.livejournal.com]

You MUST finish this!!!! This story is made of awesome! I will send you gin!

[the-siobhan.livejournal.com]

I just re-read the part about the nihilist zombie and laughed my ass off.

There is a genie in that gin bottle.

[dali-muse.livejournal.com]

Your writing always leaves me wanting more.

Excellent work.

[baratron.livejournal.com]

I wish you'd finish your stories! ALL your stories! You always get to a point where you're too drunk to continue and the story is nowhere near complete, and I want to know what happens next, damnit.