Thursday, February 26, 2015

Out of the Wilderness (Blogophilia 1.8)






Sleep was futile.  Energy bounced through him and then back out again. He was more alive than he had ever been. Rushing blood and breathing were the white noise on which he worked. Carefully, he attached the last of the metal threads to their connectors.  It has to be just right. 

What was the guy’s name the priest mentioned the other night, John? Yeah, wandered the wilderness for the 40 days, with locusts and honey and desperation was his lot. He escaped only to bow to something greater.  It was a concept he was both familiar with and hated. HE was the greatest.  They will bow to me, not the other way around.

Lucifer Light was what they called him in the hospital. Keep the light away from him, he’ll burn you! Maybe. But they weren’t the pigs. They were their keepers and servants. Not worth the time.
Who needs a loin cloth or a tunic to prove greatness? Expanding gases and shrapnel will voice his arrival out of the wilderness, and it will make his way straight.

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The highball glass sat on table about half full. Silhouetted with the square bottle and row of crackers, it was a Still Life waiting to be painted. The gray and black with tinges of amber. Absently sipping the warm liquid, Murray became lost in his thoughts. Carol would nag him tomorrow, pointing out the liquor made him half of himself, closed up and stoic. Not the fun loving man locked up in its prison. She was right, she always was. He wasn’t a mean drunk, just needed to be alone. But putting it aside would have to wait until the axe falls, hopefully somewhere other than this house.

Beezelbub was going to lash out. But without a little more information, there was no probable cause for a search warrant. Since that drug raid that left the old lady dead, the process had been tightened up and you needed a real conspiracy. The where and how was what the Psychic couldn’t provide them, only that there would be no unfinished business. It wasn’t a dead end lead, just one without a hook to go forward.  No method or a place, it would be a fishing expedition. The Lawyers would love that. 

Was this personal? It sure seemed like it. Allen was the right personality to blame anyone but himself for the fire, or for any other misery that might have befallen him. An fuzzy image of him jumping over the table bubbled up.Pain flowed in his cheek as the broken teeth clamped down. Killing the messenger? In that twisted mind, surely that was what was happening.Smacking the Hound of Hell in the head with a pair cuffs got him off. Allen was screaming that he would avenge his cousin’s death. The last image of the hogtied form being carted off faded away.

Yeah, that grudge no amount of drugs would have erased and he had twelve years to hone it. 

Atlanta PD had been as a courtesy. If something did turn up on Allen, they would be the ones doing the searching. The call had actually been fruitful, though.  They had been tipped by a worker at a coffee shop about Allen’s behavior. He would come in with his laptop and spend hours fiddling with his settings before seeming to do real work. It confirmed in Murray’s mind that a direct IP trace wasn’t going to work.  But it was a small piece of the puzzle. There just wasn’t quite enough to justify either a warrant or continuous surveillance to glue those pieces together.  

The amber liquid twinkled in the moonlight, beckoning at least the escape from the reality of his thoughts. Picking it up, the cold blue eyes stared intently to see if this crystal ball might give a light in the fog. The interior silence gave up nothing and no one. There would be no snitching from inside his mind. Chiding himself on thinking it would, he slugged the drink down.

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The picture was a whim. Monkey Dirty Harry just struck him funny and he just had to share. Kicking a hornet’s nest was fun. He had learned to run in a zig zag pattern to confuse the lead insects.  The lead pigs would be looking for him like the hornets. And maybe they would find him before show time, but he didn’t think so. The trail to him was muddy and obscure and the bush that he hides in is not visible to the naked eye. 

Absently, he packed the remaining pipes and fittings into a storage container. Exhilaration tinged with a bit of dread filled him. Sarah would be avenged and those pig bastards that had ruined his life would be dead. Had he gotten all the wire? 

Surveying the apartment one last time, it appeared like it had never been occupied. Good. It would soon  be all over and he would not be coming back.



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Interesting challenge this week. Here's to another successful season.

Topic: Out of the Wilderness
Hard prompt: Three synonyms for Satan
Easy: Alcoholic drink 

Pic: Courtesy of Morguefile.com


29 comments:

  1. All of his tension, all of his pain will soon be relieved in one big bang!
    I do so like big bangs!!
    This was tense! And I liked your topic choices!

    8 points Earthling! :)

    Marvin

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    1. Thank you. The Immodium PU36 space modulator is ready.

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    2. This is a very tense piece. If I was watching it rather than reading, I'd be watching with one eye from underneath a blanket. lol!

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    3. Jeremy could be the Bogey Man. Easily.

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  2. I was sucked inside this world immediately Christopher .. you have an intoxicating effect on my minds eye my friend..
    the pressures of planning revenge to produce a right and proper retaliation regardless what the law may think.. is a very powerful way of thinking .. a brilliant write my friend.. love it... :-)

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  3. A troubled mind finds trouble methinks... tight tense write... intriguing.

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  4. the edge keeps getting closer and sharper

    TM

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  5. Reality is hard to escape, even with the help of amber liquid, it just keeps coming at you! Very good lead into the finally of this very true-istic story!

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  6. It seems like the countdown has begun.... waiting on pins and needles.... and shrapnel! This story has been quite an amazing and edge-of-the-seat journey!!! :)

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  7. Intriguing and well written. I wish I had been reading the story from the start.

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    1. Hard to believe I started it almost a year ago.

      Here is the first link. http://anothergovernmentemployee.blogspot.com/2014/04/3-sheets-blogophilia-77.html

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  8. So, this is all really coming to a conclusion?
    Wow.

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  9. So, this is all really coming to a conclusion?
    Wow.

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  10. always so well written Christopher :) ~Christine W

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  11. always so well written Christopher :) ~Christine W

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  12. Always leaving it as suspenseful as possible ha! Great chapter... -Dave Raider

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    1. I have to keep you coming back, you know.

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