Post by seraaches on Jul 1, 2010 19:26:15 GMT -5
((Okay, couldn't help it. This has been floating around in my head all day. xD;))
They were Four. The world began as a haze. He didn’t really understand what was going on, but he knew that someone was watching them. Him. Someone was very specifically watching him. And he knew.
He received special messages; only for him. They came in different ways, sometimes through their Keeper, who spoke in a code known only to him and his special Someone, sometimes in notes left on the steel counters, countless ways. He wanted to share with his siblings, because he loved them so very, very much, but it was hard to find a time to talk to them. They were all drifting, back and forth, through a sea of mind-altering drugs, though he couldn’t know it as clearly as that. It was their world, one they shared.
He thought he told their sister once, but, perhaps it had been someone else. He wasn’t really positive and he wasn’t too concerned about it. But his Someone told him in the deep, secret areas of his mind, that he was greatly loved.
So it was that when they woke up in the open air, he wasn’t surprised at all. His Someone had saved them, he told his brothers and sister. His Someone had freed them. They didn’t argue, really; which of them could have said they were anywhere, after all? He stayed close to them, hoping his Someone would direct them further, even as he wouldn’t be able to separate himself from his siblings. They all loved each other far too much to be alone for long. He knew this deeply.
Still, from time to time, he would wander, searching briefly for his Someone to come and allow him to declare his love back.
In their time of ‘freedom’, he discovered that he had a craving for a very particular type of food. The strange hybrid scrambled now after the kitten, batting at the mewling little furball and sending it tumbling. It kept getting back up, however, and he clacked his beak in irritation. It darted suddenly begin a large rock and he had to throw his head up to keep from slamming into it. He stared at the oddly shaped rock and realized it had a peculiarly regular shape. And stuff was carved into it. What a weird thing to do to a rock!
His pale eyes stared at the rock and realized that the marks were words! He’d learned a little bit of reading in the Bad Place. He thought Someone had taught him so he could understand the messages. He mouthed the words carefully, trying to remember how they sounded.
Herelies of Captain Underwood
Memories and relics, which are good
For a pirate freed of blood and slaughter
Once Underwood—now underwater
The words didn’t really make sense to him, but destiny flashed before his eyes. The kitten had been an enticing, delicious sign. His Someone left him a message that would lead him where he was supposed to go! Excitement lit through him and he studied the carving carefully, going over the poem again and again to settle it firmly within his—occasionally erratic—memory.
Now that he was out in this new world, freed from the Bad Place, he needed a way to signal his special Someone. He sat down to ponder this carefully. He didn’t know what his secret admirer looked like. He thought they must be big and strong. He assumed that his Someone was also very good-looking. Probably very handsome. He nodded. Yes, that made sense. But he couldn’t pinpoint what his Someone looked like because his Someone had been very careful to remain hidden. He was pretty sure it was so their Keeper didn’t try to do bad things to his Someone. He nodded his head again. Yes, this also made sense.
Okay, so the best way to make sure his Someone could find him. Oh, wait! Maybe the rock was a marker! His face lit up and his beak gaped open excitedly. Maybe his Someone was waiting under the ground for him! He leapt up and inspected the ground. Yes, there was a distinctive rectangle of space here. His Someone must be just waiting for him to dig him up!
He quickly set to work, using his large paws to shift the dirt off to one side. It was hard work, but that was to be expected. If it was too easy, someone else would have found his Someone. The idea, which slipped into his mind almost off-handedly, caused a deep surge of rage. If Someone was cheating on him… His claws flexed deeper into the earth, fatigue and aches quickly forgotten in the heat of his anger.
He was surprised, therefore, when he suddenly thumped against a wooden box. He tilted his head to one side, rapping curiously at the box. “Capan Unnerwode?” he asked in a crooning sort of voice. “Capan Unnerwode? Isa me.” He paused, waiting for an answer. “You sen me messages.”
He tilted his head the other direction. Why wasn’t his Someone answering? He rapped again at the box. Was his Someone in there with someone else?! He hissed ferally, attacking the wood with his beak ferociously. A hole! He ripped at it with his forefeet, not even noticing when the splinters ripped into his flesh. He stuck his face close, sniffing deeply. There was a salty smell within, extenuated by dust and a musty scent. He sneezed hard.
“Capan Unnerwode?” Still no answer.
Whuffing to himself unhappily, he pried off more of the box. There. . . was no one here. He found a book, a necklace, and a small bag of metal. He tasted each of these things, but they didn’t taste very good. Ooh, were these his Someone’s clothes? He dragged out all of the stuff he found, nosing it over and over again. He was disappointed his Someone wasn’t here, but it was obvious his Someone had left him these gifts to find! His heart swelled with love and he turned to tell his siblings about his wonderful Someone. But they weren’t here.
Panic slammed into his chest. Where were his brothers and sister?! He flung the things together into the biggest cloth, awkwardly shouldering the load. He had to find them! And he needed to give them some of his Someone’s present. They needed to be marked so his Someone could find them. And he needed a special mark. Something that only he and his Someone could share.
Aha, he knew! He would share with his Someone something that would be only theirs.
Herelies Captain Underwood.
They were Four. The world began as a haze. He didn’t really understand what was going on, but he knew that someone was watching them. Him. Someone was very specifically watching him. And he knew.
He received special messages; only for him. They came in different ways, sometimes through their Keeper, who spoke in a code known only to him and his special Someone, sometimes in notes left on the steel counters, countless ways. He wanted to share with his siblings, because he loved them so very, very much, but it was hard to find a time to talk to them. They were all drifting, back and forth, through a sea of mind-altering drugs, though he couldn’t know it as clearly as that. It was their world, one they shared.
He thought he told their sister once, but, perhaps it had been someone else. He wasn’t really positive and he wasn’t too concerned about it. But his Someone told him in the deep, secret areas of his mind, that he was greatly loved.
So it was that when they woke up in the open air, he wasn’t surprised at all. His Someone had saved them, he told his brothers and sister. His Someone had freed them. They didn’t argue, really; which of them could have said they were anywhere, after all? He stayed close to them, hoping his Someone would direct them further, even as he wouldn’t be able to separate himself from his siblings. They all loved each other far too much to be alone for long. He knew this deeply.
Still, from time to time, he would wander, searching briefly for his Someone to come and allow him to declare his love back.
In their time of ‘freedom’, he discovered that he had a craving for a very particular type of food. The strange hybrid scrambled now after the kitten, batting at the mewling little furball and sending it tumbling. It kept getting back up, however, and he clacked his beak in irritation. It darted suddenly begin a large rock and he had to throw his head up to keep from slamming into it. He stared at the oddly shaped rock and realized it had a peculiarly regular shape. And stuff was carved into it. What a weird thing to do to a rock!
His pale eyes stared at the rock and realized that the marks were words! He’d learned a little bit of reading in the Bad Place. He thought Someone had taught him so he could understand the messages. He mouthed the words carefully, trying to remember how they sounded.
Herelies of Captain Underwood
Memories and relics, which are good
For a pirate freed of blood and slaughter
Once Underwood—now underwater
The words didn’t really make sense to him, but destiny flashed before his eyes. The kitten had been an enticing, delicious sign. His Someone left him a message that would lead him where he was supposed to go! Excitement lit through him and he studied the carving carefully, going over the poem again and again to settle it firmly within his—occasionally erratic—memory.
Now that he was out in this new world, freed from the Bad Place, he needed a way to signal his special Someone. He sat down to ponder this carefully. He didn’t know what his secret admirer looked like. He thought they must be big and strong. He assumed that his Someone was also very good-looking. Probably very handsome. He nodded. Yes, that made sense. But he couldn’t pinpoint what his Someone looked like because his Someone had been very careful to remain hidden. He was pretty sure it was so their Keeper didn’t try to do bad things to his Someone. He nodded his head again. Yes, this also made sense.
Okay, so the best way to make sure his Someone could find him. Oh, wait! Maybe the rock was a marker! His face lit up and his beak gaped open excitedly. Maybe his Someone was waiting under the ground for him! He leapt up and inspected the ground. Yes, there was a distinctive rectangle of space here. His Someone must be just waiting for him to dig him up!
He quickly set to work, using his large paws to shift the dirt off to one side. It was hard work, but that was to be expected. If it was too easy, someone else would have found his Someone. The idea, which slipped into his mind almost off-handedly, caused a deep surge of rage. If Someone was cheating on him… His claws flexed deeper into the earth, fatigue and aches quickly forgotten in the heat of his anger.
He was surprised, therefore, when he suddenly thumped against a wooden box. He tilted his head to one side, rapping curiously at the box. “Capan Unnerwode?” he asked in a crooning sort of voice. “Capan Unnerwode? Isa me.” He paused, waiting for an answer. “You sen me messages.”
He tilted his head the other direction. Why wasn’t his Someone answering? He rapped again at the box. Was his Someone in there with someone else?! He hissed ferally, attacking the wood with his beak ferociously. A hole! He ripped at it with his forefeet, not even noticing when the splinters ripped into his flesh. He stuck his face close, sniffing deeply. There was a salty smell within, extenuated by dust and a musty scent. He sneezed hard.
“Capan Unnerwode?” Still no answer.
Whuffing to himself unhappily, he pried off more of the box. There. . . was no one here. He found a book, a necklace, and a small bag of metal. He tasted each of these things, but they didn’t taste very good. Ooh, were these his Someone’s clothes? He dragged out all of the stuff he found, nosing it over and over again. He was disappointed his Someone wasn’t here, but it was obvious his Someone had left him these gifts to find! His heart swelled with love and he turned to tell his siblings about his wonderful Someone. But they weren’t here.
Panic slammed into his chest. Where were his brothers and sister?! He flung the things together into the biggest cloth, awkwardly shouldering the load. He had to find them! And he needed to give them some of his Someone’s present. They needed to be marked so his Someone could find them. And he needed a special mark. Something that only he and his Someone could share.
Aha, he knew! He would share with his Someone something that would be only theirs.
Herelies Captain Underwood.