[LNHY/ACRA] The Daily Super Short-Short Story #61
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Fri Nov 12 14:22:35 PST 2004
The Daily Super Short-Short Story #61
A Devil Came Down to Georgia 43
Last time: TJ and Delroy were under attack from Kien.
"Tim!" cried Delroy. Intellectually they both knew that in this
time and place having a large hunk of metal speared through the guts
would not be fatal, ever. Still, the sight of the spear that Kien had
put through TJ was not a pretty one, and it certainly didn't hurt any
less. The mutant had half collapsed, and Delroy was helping him to the
ground to lie on his side.
"Shit," swore Delroy as he gazed at TJ's state with helpless horror.
Then he looked up at Kien, who was watching with a particularly satisfied
smirk, before returning back to TJ. "I'm sorry man," he whispered.
Kien sauntered forward, once again walking through TJ to get to
Delroy. The latter youth glanced about hurriedly, partly looking for
anything that might be useful in fending off the Tulpa, and partly
wondering where Kien's real body had gotten off to this time. Heck, he
even had a instance's worth of wondering about why Kien had allowed
himself to get so physically close in the first place: .oO( I guess
Tim was right, and Kien is a totally bloodthirsty psycho. And I blew
Tim's one chance to deal with him, ) he though with recrimination.
TJ was weakly struggling to remove the spear, but the pain of it
was greater than that of Lisa's poison. Frankly he was amazed that he
was even conscious, but then the part of his mind that always watched
decided that it made sense that if the Dark Lords wouldn't allow anyone
to die, then they'd want to keep them conscious when they were wounded
and in pain. He gritted his teeth and ignored the tears of frustration
as he worked with seeming futility at getting the spear out. His fingers
couldn't get a proper grip on the bloodsoaked and gory barbs, and it was
simply taking too long for him do. Kien would have maimed Delroy and come
back to finish off TJ long before he got this damned thing out.
With a satisfied look on his face Kien's psycho-projection grabbed
Delroy by the throat and held him up. Then Kien was knocked to the ground
as a huge wolf hit him side-on at chest height.
"What?" said Kien, clearly confused by this turn of events. "That
isn't possible, How...?"
"Nothing should be able to touch your psionic double?" said the
wolf with Martin's voice. Then he said, with a big wolfy grin, "Astrally
Travelling Werewolf Crusader, remember? I can reach you this way," before
beginning to maul the psycho-projection. Most of TJ's attention was on
the bloody and bloodyminded task of getting the spear out, but he noticed
that Kien's screams of pain were coming from both in front of him and
more distantly as well. .oO( I guess Kien's body must be over that way, )
decided the part of him that was paying attention that issue.
Then TJ found Delroy beside him, helping with the spear by pushing
through from behind. Delroy didn't say anything until it was out, then
asked, "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," said TJ. Actually, what he was was tired. His adrenalin
high from earlier had worn off, and he just felt numb and bruised. Delroy
looked much the same. Martin didn't and was calm and smiling - but TJ
supposed that considering the mythopoeic setup of Martin's powers that
the opportunity to Fight Evil had flooded his brain with endorphins.
"Well dudes," said Jesus, walking up, "old tall, dark and evil
decided to take the better part of valour, if you know what I mean. I
think we can, like, call it quits here."
Delroy couldn't help but notice TJ tense up. He wondered why. In
fact TJ was mentally running over what could go wrong now, and the top
candidate was that he'd be left here. Well, it was obvious, wasn't it?
TJ had worked out a quid pro quo with Martin and Delroy that they would
act together against their mutual enemies among the diabolicals. Now
that that was over, and knowing the self-righteous arrogance that various
gods had shown over the years (this was a superhero class universe; gods
were always turning up to kibitz), TJ could well imagine being left
marooned here unless he agreed to become a worshipper or something.
FsckingFsckingFsckingFsckingFscking. As if an agreement made under
coercion was valid. Oh well, at least he'd be able to spit in his eye and
say that if was going to be relegated to Hell, at least he'd take pride
in not having collaborated with a middle-eastern terrorist god...
Jesus looked at TJ and said, "You look wasted man. Here, you'd
better, like, have a drag on this," and handed over his joint.
TJ took the rolled up weed in bemusement. Normally he would have
refused, on the grounds that you can't keep alert for your enemies when
you're drugged out of your head, but he was exhausted and his train of
thought had just been derailed. He stared at the joint stupidly for a
few seconds, and then Delroy leaned closed and whispered, "You stick
the end that isn't burning into your mouth and inhale."
TJ followed the prompting, and immediately doubled over in a
coughing fit because it didn't taste anything like cigarettes.
"I think I'd better get you boys home," Jesus said.
Tomorrow: The Epilogue.
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