Simon Coal
Gallente The Grass Spiders
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Posted - 2009.09.13 11:25:00 -
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My hands hurt. TheyÆre swollen, bloody where the brass knuckles didnÆt stop me from putting my flesh against his broken face. IÆll have to wear gloves. For now, IÆm keeping them in my pockets. IÆll have to wear gloves, IÆll need a derm patch for the contusions, I should look into an antibacterial to make sure I donÆt get an infection. I think I broke a knuckle.
IÆm hiding. Not physically. Physically, IÆm sitting on the seat of a shuttle leaving one dump of a space station for another one so I can get back home. Back to work. Whatever. The seatÆs a little lumpy and it smells of cheap cleaning product and age. On either side of me sit my guys, friends I made out in the world. TheyÆre Caldari. TheyÆre citizens of the Federation. TheyÆre like me. Except not murderers.
Murderer. Right. ThatÆs what IÆm hiding from. In my head. Because what I did was wrong. I think. Maybe it wasnÆt, maybe IÆm hiding from it being ok. IÆm not sure. This shuttle is pretty crowded. I donÆt remember my home being so popular with tourists. Now my whole arm is starting to hurt. I think he might have hit me with a pipe. Or something. IÆll have to look at it once IÆm back home. Home with a medkit.
It was in a warehouse. HeÆd grabbed me. Started to drag me away. I was screaming. But I wasnÆt scared. I had a wire. My guys were listening in just around the block. They were going to jump him as soon as heÆd grabbed me. Stop him from hurting anyone else. We didnÆt think heÆd have keys to the warehouse. We didnÆt know heÆd lock the doors.
My hands hurt. I think that knuckle is getting worse. ItÆll have to wait. Just like my arm. For the medkit. HeÆd hit me. He didnÆt yell. HeÆd smiled a little. I wasnÆt one of those other girls. I had friends out there. But they werenÆt here yet. And heÆd touched me, heÆd ran his fingers through my hair. They said theyÆd found a girl. SheÆd had her throat slashed. Her head had been shaved.
The shuttleÆs shifting a little bit. I think weÆre getting close to the station. The engineÆs starting to knock, the way they sometimes do when theyÆre powering down. I think the stewardess might come back to tell us when we can disembark. She had a nice smile. So IÆd hit him. I had some knuckles in my pocket. They werenÆt for him. It was just that sort of neighborhood. The stun guns my guys had were for him. But they were stuck at the door. So IÆd hit him. HeÆd hit me back. IÆd kept hitting him.
Next shuttle. This one seems better than the last one. ItÆll take us home. To my studio. Work. My boss. IÆll need gloves. He might see my hands. He shouldnÆt be involved in this. IÆd kept hitting him. HeÆd stopped moving at some point. And then my guys had gotten the door open. WeÆd caught a shuttle. I was hiding. My hands are bloody.
I think I did the right thing. I think I wish I hadnÆt.
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