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Story is a 30-day project - Part Seven.

Long day at work, but I simply had to see what will happen with our story. I have to say I am slightly disappointed with general dead status of LJ these days, but I don't give up that easily. I thought I was just going to compile last part's comment, but I somehow felt like writing and I think I added more that 5-10 sentences. Oh, well. :)
So, let's keep it alive. Let's see how far we can go. I am not putting the story behind the cut anymore, because it's too long, but the link to the latest, 7th version is here. Read and comment and add, ok? :)

And instead of story behind the cut, here's a ghostly picture for today. Hugs!




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grizzlyd
Oct. 6th, 2009 03:10 am (UTC)
I must've been too exhausted, I feel asleep on the chair in the waiting room at the hospital. But perhaps for a few moments, and only to wakeup, with a numb feeling in my neck, to a recently familiar voice.." Yes sir, it worked." I opened my eyes slightly to find (the old lady) standing at the corner of the room. She was about to turn around and face me, I closed my eyes and pretended to be sleeping. I felt her taking few steps towards me, as I can hear her voice getting closer, but almost whispering "The subject thought he just witnessed his own death. I gave him the injection as you ordered"... she kept quiet for few seconds then I heard her saying "yes sir, I'll bring him in". I felt her hand on my shoulder gently patting it."Wakeup":she said, in a soft motherly voice. I opened my eyes, slowly and narrowed them trying to give her the impression that the light was too strong, I even faked a yawn, and asked her, while stretching my arms sideways.."what's going on?"..
paterson_si
Oct. 6th, 2009 11:31 pm (UTC)
Good! :) thanks... part 8 posted in a few minutes.
osodecanela
Oct. 6th, 2009 03:31 am (UTC)
I awoke in a warm room, walls a pale shade of gold, or where they cream and bathed in the early morning sun? I was swaddled in sheets loosely about my waist as I sat forward, whiping the sleep from my eyes. Absently, I ran my hand through the fur across my chest, startled when I ran into something metallic dangling from my left nipple. My ring! Me again!

Um, me?

I stared down am my hands, then ran them down my belly. I lifted the sheet and looking down, smiled. It was as I remembered it, except perhaps a bit bigger.

There was a knock at the door, and with, dropped the sheet. "Come!" Gently the door swung open and in she walked, her arms a crossed her chest. "I see you're awake."
"How long was I asleep?"
"The better part of two days. How do you feel?"
"Honestly, surprisingly intact."
"Good. You should feel that way. It took me several days to collect all of you."
The enormity of that washed over me.

"What happened to me?"
"You were attacked, for what you are."
"Because I'm gay?"
"Perhaps in part, but more because you're one of us. They're afraid because they can't control us, once we come into our own. They see us as a threat."
"And just who is us?"
"I know he told you about the peptide. That much was true. However, they did nothing to activate it. That happens in it's own time. You were just coming into it. They knew it and knew that it would be the best time to destroy you. It's when we're our most vulnerable.
"But how did they know?"
"You told them."
"I told them?"
"You confided in the woman who you felt die, not knowing she would betray you. Elaine was your cousin. She was also part of those that would control us."
"Are we all related?"
"No, Well, at least not closely."
"Are we?"
"Your mother was my sister."

"And Elaine was my daughter."

"
paterson_si
Oct. 6th, 2009 11:32 pm (UTC)
You know you amaze me.
tilia_tomentosa
Oct. 7th, 2009 12:44 am (UTC)
By the way... did you leave out the last line, "And Elaine was my daughter." on purpose?

It does clarify things. "Elaine was your cousin" doesn't necessarily mean exactly that.

God, I noticed that, tired as I am! Professional deformations...
paterson_si
Oct. 7th, 2009 08:50 pm (UTC)
splitting hairs? :)
tilia_tomentosa
Oct. 7th, 2009 09:08 pm (UTC)
No, darling, I just think this line makes the story easier to understand. :)
paterson_si
Oct. 7th, 2009 10:09 pm (UTC)
It will reappear. :)
tilia_tomentosa
Oct. 7th, 2009 10:17 pm (UTC)
:)
osodecanela
Oct. 7th, 2009 12:56 am (UTC)
*blush*

I take that as quite a copmplement coming from you, Tomaz.
paterson_si
Oct. 7th, 2009 08:52 pm (UTC)
And I really, really mean it.
thisisdavid
Oct. 6th, 2009 12:46 pm (UTC)
Neato. Did you manage this while zooming in or out while snapping the picture?
paterson_si
Oct. 6th, 2009 10:32 pm (UTC)
Yes... 17-55mm in 2.5 seconds :) Thanks!
london1967
Oct. 6th, 2009 03:34 pm (UTC)
"Impossible! My mother never mentioned she had a sister, and a niece!"
"This woman is trying to deceive me!" - I thought.

But then I saw a fleeting resemblance to my late mother in the way this stranger was looking at me, with her head slightly tilted, the little ironic smile and, I thought, some warmth in her eyes.

My mother never wanted to talk about her family; only once, because I wouldn't let it go and she was about to lose her temper, she said that her parents had died when she was a teenager and that she didn't have any relations left.
Then she refused to answer any more questions, no matter how hard I tried.

I had no reason to believe that my mother lied so I challenged the woman to prove it.
paterson_si
Oct. 6th, 2009 11:32 pm (UTC)
And you challenged me! :)

Thanks, Effe!
westcbear
Oct. 6th, 2009 09:11 pm (UTC)
Wow! What a cool picture! :o)
paterson_si
Oct. 6th, 2009 10:34 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Andreas. Some twisting was needed. :)
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