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Eddie Blake
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PostPosted: Wed Oct 03, 2018 10:43 pm    Post subject: Red Tide: Gasoline Reply with quote

Red Tide: Gasoline

House is haunted
I just want to go for a ride
Out and on
Before I set this room alight
Left alone forever and for crimes unclear
With my patience gone
Someone take me far from here. Yeah
~ Audioslave

Another shadow moved through the water, the sight no longer holding the attention of the few left on the beach as the sun descended into the horizon. They'd have paid it little mind if it were keeping the same circuitous patrol along the beach. If it hadn't been speeding straight towards the sand at impossible speed. They'd have gone about their work had they not noticed that the form was not alone in its headlong approach, or that those which followed bore the triangular fin they'd grown accustomed to seeing. The surf surged forwards reaching for the dead and dying behemoths which lined the gritty beach. It receded just the same, never coming close to those that once dwelt within it. If it had been any moment previous there would have been nothing to distinguish it from the one before or after. This particular moment would be unlike any that had come before in their vigil. The speeding form leapt from the next incoming wave, fifteen feet of something massive going airborne to hit the sand with a dull thud and roll. It began to move up the beach, once it righted itself, in jumps and lunges the mottled grey of its coat catching in the retreating sunlight.

"Leopard Seal." Robert Pullman observed, finally finding a renewed interest in his choice to remain at Seaside Beach.

"Not possible, it's way too far North." Bill Harris countered, his tone still heavy with the days tragedy.

"Look around you, Bill. Would you have said any of this was possible before?" Rosemary Deter's voice was no less heavy than Bill's. She'd hated this day for the loss of so many magnificent beasts, but also because it had shown her exactly how little she really knew.

The sound of a spring being tightened, and the audible snict of something locking into place drew all of their attention. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to kill it." Private Tuberaat held his weapon aimed squarely at the seal moving up the beach. "Keep you all safe."

"Hasn't there been enough killing on the beach today, Private?" Robert's hand closed over the pistol, not to take it way, simply to push it down and away from yet another intriguing anomaly. He had nearly accomplished that when Tuberaat brought the weapon up once more, a fierce resolve in his face.

"What's it doin'?" He'd seen what they hadn't, of course they'd all been looking at him when it began. His words had the others jerking their attention back to the lumbering seal, except it wasn't a seal anymore. Portions of it still were, but the front flippers had become hands attached to arms. The entire thing was metamorphing in front of their eyes. The transformation was relatively brief, though the seconds seemed to have slowed to a crawl. Head and torso emerged, legs formed and for a brief instant bare skin and dark hair were all that could be seen. He, for it was definitely a male, pulled his knees up under his body and somehow between the time it took him to push the sand and stand up his torso was enveloped into a leather jacket which fortunately managed to cover all the important parts.

The turn of his head revealed irises the color of burnt sienna, and a stoic expression as the once seal seemed to look right through them. He said nothing as he began to take strides away from the quartet, though he didn't go far before kneeling once again. The dark hair, still damp from his recent immersion pressed against the form of the albino killer whale (one of the few barely alive) just beneath its eye.

"Yu gonplei ste odon...Oso gonplei nou ste odon nowe. Jus drein jus daun." He spoke against the the lower jaw of the Orca, perhaps knowing that was where sound was transmitted to the creature's ear. It responded with a weak whistling through its blowhole and several audible clicks. "You did all that could be done."

Eddie wouldn't say there was honor in his death. This was as far removed from honorable as anything could be. More sounds escaped the albino. "Tallulah is safe." He had no idea how he was going to tell her about this. The sounds grew weaker, Eddie put his hand on the Orca's side pressing as tightly as he could since the other had no hands for him to hold to. "I'll tell her that it's okay for stone faces like her to laugh sometimes too."

The mammoth mouth opened and spewed forth something small as a pebble, which Eddie was quick to scoop up and thrust into his pocket despite the blood that coated it. The great mouth worked again forming audible words deeper than an earthquakes rumble. "I don't understand why this happened to us..." Unfortunately for the speaker, he would never get to hear the answer.

"Cuz we were born, kid." Curiosity had pulled at the quartet bringing them, hesitantly, closer to Eddie. They stopped with a visible flinch when he turned his eyes towards them.

"Please, we need to know what's happening here, and out there." The woman's voice was soft, a breathy hint tinged with fear and... interest. Under different circumstances he might have admired the courage it took to overcome her trepidation. Eddie lowered his hand to the sand to lever himself up. He wouldn't use the body for that, it had been through enough.

"It is said that when the first of our kind, the first of the Selkie emerged from the water to walk upright, she too was surrounded by enemies with razor teeth and ravenous appetites. Looking back...not on the past, just on where I've come from I begin to believe it might be true." He turned to face them, not caring that the front of his jacket was open. Had it not been for the gasp from the woman he'd not even have remembered.

"In the stories, she's always helped by the mother..." As he talked the coat shifted, disappearing in a faint shimmer of air leaving him bare chested, but wearing a pair of leather trousers of the same color. "A few skills, the encouragement she needed when she was afraid. It's said she had companions, but we never get to know who they were. Names lost to time...if any of it was ever real." He moved toward them, more an attempt to get a clearer view of the devastation along the beach.

"I wonder how long they'll remember the details of this? Will they know about Oralea, who'd been initiated into the sisterhood on her fifth birthday merely a month back? That she was so terrified when the attack hit her pod that she ran as fast as she could swim? Will any of us remember Owain..." His hand stroked the dry flesh of the albino. "How he charged after her as fast as he could, only to catch up too late and be surrounded? He managed to fight his way free... he was strong despite his youth. By then more than two dozen had been separated from their parents. Owain swam at their head, desperately trying to cut a path through. He was the only fighter among them, his enemies too many... what more could you expect from a twelve year old kid?"

Eddie held onto his resolve, the woman had asked and he would finish his tale. "You want to know what happened, but refuse to look around you and see it. Children died because they were too wounded and too weak to change, and disappear into the city."

"Why?" The question came, perhaps surprisingly so, from the Watchman.

Eddie bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood, it hurt but he managed to keep his control. Even if it did require him to squeeze his eyelids together to hold on. "You wouldn't understand, can't begin to comprehend this." He turned away from them, walking further up the shore towards the city.

"Try me!" It was the Watchman again, daring Eddie to give up his secrets.

"They believed too hard." He stopped, his hand clutching the railing of a set of stairs up to the street.

"What did they believe in?" It was the bearded one who asked that question. Eddie remembered the sound of his voice from when he'd come ashore. Something about the question set him into motion again.

He was all the way up the steps before he said anything, and there was no way the four of them would have heard his soft reply. "In me." He wanted to be away from that place, away from the scent of blood and death. He wanted to be behind the wheel of the purple Roadrunner with his foot pressed to the floor and the sound of base drowning out everything. There were people he could have called to come get him, one in particular would probably drop everything and run even if she accidentally burnt the carpet with a candle in doing so. The penthouse wasn't that far, a ten minute walk... even without shoes.
Opportunity dances with those already on the dance floor. ~ H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
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Tahlia Faras
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PostPosted: Mon Oct 08, 2018 8:56 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote


Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence caused such silence
Who are we mistaking?
But, you see it's not me
It's not my family
In your head, in your head
They are fighting
~ Bad Wolves

There was no-one in Seaside who was unaware of the sudden change in the shore, and more than a few who could look down on the carnage from their windows. The Watch could close access from land, and sea, but the air was clear, even if the setting sun could trick the eye into forgetting why the water was that shade of red. Of those, only one, perhaps, had reason to remain glued to the sight. Up on the deck of her penthouse, Tahlia had been watching since she'd first caught sight of the fins in the water, since the first pieces had hit the shore, and the water had started to change. So much blood could hardly fail to escape her notice. But that wasn't why she'd sat for hours, leaving only briefly for bourbon and a stuffed seal before taking up position in a chair that had perhaps been placed there just to let the little blonde watch the beach.

Tahlia wasn't sure why she kept vigil - there didn't seem to be any schedule to Lula's delivery runs, and Eddie would be stuck on the island for ages still - confined for training. But something held her there, the bourbon disappearing as the water went from tinged to saturated, crimson waves staining the sand and leaving body after body in their wake. From here, she couldn't see details, but she knew, at least, none of them were a leopard seal larger than any had a right to be. They weren't her seal. Somehow, she knew that she would know if he was there among the dead. She could just hear the news, left on inside the open doorway, but she didn't look back. Blood had no horror for her, but she didn't need to see any closer, and she wouldn't recognize anyone but Eddie in their changed form anyway. She just sat, plush toy held to her chest, the glass of bourbon rising periodically to her lips.

She stayed that way as the sky darkened, and the glass made fewer trips. Stayed as the seal slid to her lap, one hand resting on it's fake fur, and not nearly as soft or warm as what it stood in for. Without her realizing it, her eyes closed, and her body shifted, until she was curled on the cushions, one arm curled around her safety plush, and the other tucked under her head.

Maybe it was a little further than he remembered, or perhaps he had lost a step somewhere along the way. It took him longer to make that walk than he thought it should have. Horns sounded as they passed him by, not that Eddie blamed them. He looked like some homeless vagabond and this was not a place such things were tolerated lightly. He barely paid attention to them, it would have gone badly had someone actually stopped rather than honk and drive. He entered through the parking garage, the place had a pretty strict no shoes no shirt policy and he wasn't wearing either. The length of cord around his neck held a disk shaped medallion, the slap of it against his chest offered strange comfort. The elevator didn't stop on its journey up to the highest reaches of the building to let any other passengers into the car. Small favors, Eddie didn't really want to see just anyone.

He slid the key into the lock, wondering for a moment if he'd find himself interrupting anything. A moment's hesitation revealed nothing to his ears. Had there been anything, he was sure he'd have pulled the key back out and gone...somewhere. A deep breath was taken and held as he turned the key and then the knob. Things hadn't changed much, most of the smells were familiar, even comfortable. He could already tell where she was, Tahlia had left the door open to the balcony. A lot of scents came from that direction, hers was clear and close. Eddie moved with a lightness that someone his size shouldn't be able to achieve, across the room and back outside. There was in him an urge to wake her, that kind of thing never really went away. Instead, he pulled a chair around to face hers and settled into it, content for now to simply watch her slumber.

Anyone who didn't know her might comment on how angelic she looked, blonde hair coiled between hair and arm, and those wide green eyes hidden by lid and lash. Delicate features were bathed in the last fading rays of the sun, although most of her was hidden beneath an oversized t-shirt that might still smell vaguely like the man watching over her, and a pair of yoga pants. She hadn't expected to fall asleep, and the tight curl of her form relaxed as the breeze stopped bringing goosebumps to her arms.

For a few minutes, it seemed she would just keep sleeping, although a smile touched her lips, and she snuggled the stuffed seal closer. Those stunning eyes stayed closed, but her head turned, just a touch, and the smile widened, her free hand smoothing over the cushions and toward him, reaching, as a single words purred from her lips. "...Puddin..."

Eddie knew what was expected of him, he'd already formed words around something cocky to say. Should I be jealous? It was foreseen perhaps, but that wasn't why he didn't say the words or put on the knowing half smile. Too many other words flowed through his head, the interim between his arrival and her awakening had been miniscule, but how much time did thought really take? Not much if you're the kind of person who always has a response.This time he didn't. He had no words, none which belonged to him at least. He heard Owain's last jest at his friend. It's okay for a stone face like her to laugh sometimes too. The kid wasn't wrong, the girl fooled fewer people than she realized hiding behind petulance and stoicism. They were the same in that way except that Eddie had learned to rely on quick wit and a big mouth. It amounted to the same thing though, didn't it? The voice of his brother was in there too, something said months ago when the weather was still cold. You don't know what sacrifice is. Yet. Had he known, or simply guessed that everyone would come to such a realization? That question would wait long for an answer, if it ever received one at all.

Would you still say that I wonder? Veiling things was easier than trusting, it certainly hurt less...except when it didn't of course. It kept the bad at bay, a man could be happy that way. He just could never be close, never be understood, and any comforting would have to come from within. That worked just fine, so long as there was some inside to draw from.When there wasn't, you just...

Eddie slid out of his chair, sank to his knees burying his head into Tahlia's middle and began to sob uncontrollably.

That woke her with a start. The scent of him had merely infiltrated her dreams, the solid weight of his head against her ribs was an entirely different matter. Before she was fully conscious, she shifted enough to wrap her arms around his head, her joy at having him back buried for the moment. "Eddie...?" Her hands slid against bare skin, and her surprise turned to concern. "Eddie...where's your jacket? Are you ok?" Sneaky little thing that she was, she brought her legs down, and squirmed to sit up without losing her grip on him, or dislodging his head from her middle.

Bending her head to his, she breathed him in, closing her eyes and letting her hands roam, those indefinable senses of hers holding their breath for any hint of blood.

"They're dead, baby... they're all dead." Eddie's voice was muted by his current position, not that it would have been easy to understand him in this state anyway. She was worried, about him physically and otherwise. That much was obvious by the questions she asked. He wanted to reassure her, but he wasn't really okay. He was in one piece to be sure, having proven once again that the moniker Fast Eddie meant more than what people believed when he said it. He did the one thing he knew would help, transforming the pants he'd worn back into the trademark jacket right beneath her probing hands.

"It isn't right... one thing to kill a man or a woman. All you do is break the past, but to kill children, they've stolen the future." That had been the intention all along, and he hated them for it. There were just too many of them for him to take by himself. Two at a time, maybe three though that would be pushing it even for him. He did only have two eyes after all. It had happened too quickly, he'd been too far away. They'd all been too far away, expecting things to go differently, believing that the size of the Whalekin to be its own deterrent. They'd misjudged the malice, the alliance with the Rokea, and the ferocity of the attack when it had come. They'd believed differently...he had, and now that it was done the real ache was taking hold of him. He looked up his vision blurring the form of Tahlia, but he knew where her eyes were even if he couldn't see if they were judging him.

The pale green eyes that met his held no judgment, just a slight shimmer of relieved tears. He was, at least physically, unharmed, and for a moment, that was the only thing that held her focus. One hand left his shoulders, and cupped his jaw, her thumb smoothing away his tears, or at least the ones that already soaked his cheeks. "Lula?" She'd grown almost grudgingly fond of the young selkie, and suspected she wasn't the only one. "You did all you could. I couldn't see everything, but I could count fins. There were so many... you couldn't take them all by yourself, baby... how could you?"

Just one of the Rokea had been enough to nearly cow her, only her faith in Eddie had allowed her to hold her ground. Right now, he needed her to hold him, and remind him who he was. Bending over him, she touched her forehead to his, just at the spot where Nim had placed the mark, and closed her eyes. "But you're not alone. I promised, remember? I'm right here..."

"She was fine when we separated, I wouldn't let her follow through that. Sent her in dockside." She might be making her way there, but somehow Eddie suspected she had a stop of her own to make first. "A lot more aren' least one is going to break her heart I think, despite how much she said he annoyed her." Eddie closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It would be a simple thing to give in again, not that he was opposed to simple of course it was better not to this time. "Maybe I couldn't, I did nothing. I didn't have time to try, not with so many stranded." It was bravado, not entirely false, he knew his limits he just refused to accept them most times.

He reached for her pack of smokes and stole one, lighting it with the lighter sitting next to the pack. "I know you're here for me. But this'll get worse before it gets better. Assuming that voices of reason don't manage to sway opinions." He drew down on the cigarette, exhaling a cloud of bluish smoke into the air. "They managed to drive a wedge between us out there. I can't...couldn't... " Eddie shook his head trying to dislodge the memory of what went on beneath the waves. "The fastest of us went to warn the others... except me, I came here." He said it like it meant something important.

"They were focused on the beach...our beach. I didn't see any peel off, and the news would have mentioned...anything in Dockside." The little blonde took a deep breath, sliding a cigarette from the same place, and lighting it. "She'll make it. She has to." Tahlia couldn't say where the certainty came from, just that she knew it, bone deep, the same way she knew Eddie would always come for her. Letting the smoke twist from her lungs, she stared out over the water for a moment, the hand on his cheek not leaving, keeping contact as if to reassure herself that he was really here.

"Do you know how many deaths I've seen, Eddie? How many I've caused, one way or the other? I don't...I lost count. Or never bothered to. But I've never killed children. No one protected us, after my mother died. At least you tried. As for them..." She could guess who they were, even with the separation. "We beat them at the temple. We'll beat them again. I don't...I don't know why they think I'm the stuff of nightmares, and I know Nim thinks I'm just bound jezebel who caught your eye." This time, she leaned in, and kissed him lightly before letting out a deep breath. "You know what I can do, we show them. If they want Misery Woe...they'll get her."

"She'll make it, hard to get close to the little banshee." He might have been referring to the sounds she made when he held things out of reach. Eddie shook his head, though he knew her question was rhetorical. It didn't really matter how many, or how long she'd been doing it. "I don't care what everyone thinks. I care about you." He held his smoke aside and drew her in for a long hard kiss.


But now and then, a woman walks up, full blossom, a woman just bursting out of her dress - a sex creature, a curse, the end of it all.
― Charles Bukowski, Post Office
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