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The Weight of the Dead

The man looked as if he had one foot in the grave. With skin so paper thin you could see the veins spidering beneath it, a dark contrast of blue to pale white. His eyes were no better glassy orbs of nearly colorless existence, marred only by the dark pupil. His body was spindly and long, appearing stretched, as if he had suffered some great mediaeval torture. The expanse of his shoulders was practically touching his ears, and he was hunched, his back burdened with a massive weight.

Such an appearance was hardly conducive of setting people at ease, and he wandered a lonely path, his friends few and far between. Those who could look beyond his peculiarities were often as outcast as he. The people who held his trust could be counted on the four fingers of his left hand.

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“Despite Mrs. Weldon’s wishes, I cannot in good conscience grant you custody. There is no precedent for this. I am sorry.” The voice wavered with the knowledge of the ramifications of her decision.

“Computer, log repair to section 424-E as completed.” The computer chirped a confirmation. With a stained hand, Gar shoved his goggles onto his forehead, the strands of his hair tangled and bent beneath the straps at odd angles, the layers of magnification lenses reflecting the glow of the port-lights. Steam hissed through the air, as the steel door locked behind him.

“Decontamination process commencing.” Liquid chemicals heated into a thick steam, choking the air of the chamber. Ten seconds later, a machine began humming loudly, the thick clouds of chemicals, whispering down ventilation shafts. “Decontamination complete. Please, step from the chamber.”

“Thanks, Computer. See you tomorrow.”

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M.A.L.C.O.L.M. Chapter 10

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“So, Vanessa is in love with Jeffery, but married Thomas to get revenge on Jeffery for drunkenly kissing Sara, and now she is cheating on Thomas, who has been nothing but good to her, with Frank, because she is sexually frustrated.”

“That about sums it up.”

“Human emotions remain outside of my ability to comprehend.”

Olivia laughed, tucking her legs under herself, wiggling to get more comfortable on the sofa. “Don’t worry, soap operas aren’t exactly the most realistic representation of emotions.”

“Then why watch it?”

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M.A.l.C.O.L.M. Chapter 9

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Olivia slid her key into it’s lock, blinking rapidly, brain struggling to process exactly what was happening. She could feel M.A.L.C.O.L.M’s presence behind her, ever nerve ending on fire, overly aware of him.

After an embarrassingly long time of struggling with her door, it finally swung open and she stumbled in. Her eyes were glued to M.A.L.C.O.L.M as he slowly walked into her apartment, eyes roaming over everything as if he was cataloging it away, filing the information somewhere safe, as it it were special. She bent down, slipping one foot free of her heel, and then the other. We she straightened she nearly fell on her ass, M.A.L.C.O.L.M’s watching her intently as if mesmerized by her ordinary display.

She cleared her throat awkwardly, “Well…uh make yourself at home, I am going to change into my work out clothes, I’ll be out in a minute and then we can go.”

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M.A.L.C.O.L.M. Chapter 8

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Following morning:

She pursed her lips, eye narrowing, head tilting, staring intently at the objet of her fixation.

“Olivia? What are you doing?”

Her eyes flickered briefly in the direction of the interruption and she spotted Millie one of the sales reps. Millie was peering at her curiously, large doe eyes wide and open, her hair was tied up in it’s usually pony tail. Her legs clad in a pair of grey high waisted flare pants, and she wore a white blouse with a similar grey vest over the top, button tightly, accenting her narrow waist.

Olivia’s attention immediately returned to it’s previous target. Millie followed Olivia’s line of sight, and spotted the subject of her spying.

“Ooh the new employee, he’s cute.” she said, giving Olivia and knowing look paired with an eyebrow waggle. “I though you had a boyfriend?”

“Were just dating,” Olivia had to restrain herself from smacking her forehead, hard. Way to be overly eager to clarify. “And besides that’s not it…”

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M.A.L.C.O.L.M Chapter 7

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Next day

Olivia was exhausted, Addison, the scatter brain, had “forgotten” about all of their five meetings (more like avoided in favor of some unknown project.) and Olivia had to scurry about finding the prototypes that need to be tested. Olivia was pretty sure Ezra would have helped get Addison if he hadn’t gotten an inordinate amount of pleasure watching someone else struggle to control Addison.

Not only did she have to, scurry about all day searching about for prototypes while also making time for her own duties, she then had to deal with the annoyed co-workers, wondering why she was late, hence her exhaustion.

Also, about an hour ago the electricity had gone out because of Addison’s experiment which had yet to turn on, which frustrated Olivia since she was sitting in the dark with a candle no bigger then her hand trying to organize her files on todays tests.

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In the lines of her face, were the memories of a long life. Etched into each wrinkle and freckle, scar and mark were all the years she had lived. Her experiences and triumphs, failures and mistakes. Each more precious to her than the beauty of her youth had been.

The deep creases at the corner of her lips betrayed the joy she had lived through, the smiles and laughter she had shared.

The line cutting across her throat was from hours hunched over books, head tucked in. The books close to her chest, indenting into her stomach. The weight heavy but the words even more so.

The freckles dusting the paper thin skin of her nose, spoke of the days spent in the sunshine, it’s rays dancing across her flesh, a warm caress, washing her with a gentle feeling of peace. The sun blotted out as a young boy with too quick a smile, and too bright eyes stared down at her, beckoned her to follow him. She never stopped.

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Unnatural Abilities


“End this, end this now,” his voice was a dark supplication. “End all this pain and torment.” His body was broken, the work of her own hands. The necessary work, she whispered to herself, it felt like a hollow truth. Her weary eyes lifted, looking upon all the destruction he had wrought.

Buildings once tall and majestic, looked like broken toy structures, fragile, and cracked, great hunks of cement and mortar littering the streets.

Cars were overturned and upended, golden flames licking at whatever survived in their scorched metal frames. The acrid smell of smoke burning her nostrils.

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