Fallen Angel: Chapter Twelve
Nov. 7th, 2010 12:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanOK, so I got interrupted last night and then never quite managed to stumble back to the computer. But this was what was on my screen when I got up this morning.
I woke up.
For a while I contemplated the idea that the whole thing had just been a big nasty-ass drunken dream and that the pain in my head was just a hang over.
I wasn't even greedy about it. I didn't fantasize that Carl was still alive or that the War hadn't happened. I just imagined that I would open my eyes and find out that I was on the Farm after a particularly spectacular party and that Wayne was still around, and, and, and...
I opened my eyes.
Gealhaad immediately hove into view. He was so happy coloured sparks were flying off him.
"How are you feeling? Are you OK? We are so fortunate - we are with a community of believers. Don't be afraid, they will take care of you. They will take care of all of us."
He was getting really good at that having facial expressions thing, I thought to myself. I closed my eyes.
When I opened them again it was Sue who was there. I didn't recognize her at first because she was wearing a long wool skirt and a scarf wrapped around her hair. Everybody at the farm wore combat trousers, so it took a second to place her. Then I saw the lopsided grin she gave me when she realized I was awake.
"Morning, sunshine," she said. "How's that head."
"Fucking awful," I answered her. "Anybody get the number of the truck that hit me?"
"Actually, yes. The truck was a 350-pound troll names Spoosh."
"I figured it was something like that. I really messed that one up, huh?" I felt exhausted. I let my eyes drift closed and then suddenly opeend them again to squint at her. "Wait, trolls have names?"
"Actually, you probably saved our lives," she said, leaning in closer and dropping her voice. "Their standing orders appear to be to kill all strangers. YOu started an argument between the ones who wanted to kill us and hte ones who wanted to force us to take them to the city and so they ended up bringing us here for the humans to decide."
She leaned back again and spoke normally. "And yes, trolls have names. These ones do, anyway. The work for hte people."
Trolls working for people. I contemplated this one for a while. Finally I said, "Is there any chance I could get something to eat? I'm starving."
After Sue had helped me into a sitting position and fetched me some soup I started feeling a little more normal. My head still hurt like hell, but no more so than after a really good bender. Sue insisted on bringing somebody in to look at me before I went anywhere, and that somebody turned out to be a young woman named Sarah who was dressed in an identical long wool skirt and head scarf. Sarah examined me, looking in my eyes and tapping various parts of my skull until she finally declared me fit to get up and walk around.
"Great," I said, looking around. "Thanks for taking such good care of me. Now, where are my clothes."
"The things you were wearing when the servants brought you in?" said Sarah. "Oh we burned those."
"You did what?"
I woke up.
For a while I contemplated the idea that the whole thing had just been a big nasty-ass drunken dream and that the pain in my head was just a hang over.
I wasn't even greedy about it. I didn't fantasize that Carl was still alive or that the War hadn't happened. I just imagined that I would open my eyes and find out that I was on the Farm after a particularly spectacular party and that Wayne was still around, and, and, and...
I opened my eyes.
Gealhaad immediately hove into view. He was so happy coloured sparks were flying off him.
"How are you feeling? Are you OK? We are so fortunate - we are with a community of believers. Don't be afraid, they will take care of you. They will take care of all of us."
He was getting really good at that having facial expressions thing, I thought to myself. I closed my eyes.
When I opened them again it was Sue who was there. I didn't recognize her at first because she was wearing a long wool skirt and a scarf wrapped around her hair. Everybody at the farm wore combat trousers, so it took a second to place her. Then I saw the lopsided grin she gave me when she realized I was awake.
"Morning, sunshine," she said. "How's that head."
"Fucking awful," I answered her. "Anybody get the number of the truck that hit me?"
"Actually, yes. The truck was a 350-pound troll names Spoosh."
"I figured it was something like that. I really messed that one up, huh?" I felt exhausted. I let my eyes drift closed and then suddenly opeend them again to squint at her. "Wait, trolls have names?"
"Actually, you probably saved our lives," she said, leaning in closer and dropping her voice. "Their standing orders appear to be to kill all strangers. YOu started an argument between the ones who wanted to kill us and hte ones who wanted to force us to take them to the city and so they ended up bringing us here for the humans to decide."
She leaned back again and spoke normally. "And yes, trolls have names. These ones do, anyway. The work for hte people."
Trolls working for people. I contemplated this one for a while. Finally I said, "Is there any chance I could get something to eat? I'm starving."
After Sue had helped me into a sitting position and fetched me some soup I started feeling a little more normal. My head still hurt like hell, but no more so than after a really good bender. Sue insisted on bringing somebody in to look at me before I went anywhere, and that somebody turned out to be a young woman named Sarah who was dressed in an identical long wool skirt and head scarf. Sarah examined me, looking in my eyes and tapping various parts of my skull until she finally declared me fit to get up and walk around.
"Great," I said, looking around. "Thanks for taking such good care of me. Now, where are my clothes."
"The things you were wearing when the servants brought you in?" said Sarah. "Oh we burned those."
"You did what?"