Chaingun
Who do ya love?
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"Shhhhhhhhhhh," I hiss into the microphone on my radio. "I'm onto something here..."
The nervousness creeps back in. At the pit of my stomach a tiny ball of angry black tar grows and turns leaden, nearly freezing me on the spot. My feet seem to have grown roots and I cannot move them. Ice cold chills run down my back and I suddenly know a fear I have never felt before.
"Something wicked this way comes..."
From the radio, Whip asks, "What? Say again your last. 'Wicked'? Dave...talk to me..."
I silence the radio with a quick twist of the dial; it was giving away my position. The rifle suddenly becomes a liability, too long to swing laterally with the close growing stalks of corn. I drop it in favor of the big 10 mm pistol. Resolve begins to flood back into my fearful brain. I remind myself over and over why I'm out here: "Save yourself...save them."
Long moments pass. The heart rate begins to drop back below 200 bpm. My head feels like it's on fire.
Noise to my left. I turn. How far? How close? Where....?
Is my brain really doing this to me, or has the wandering scarecrow--or one of his brothers--returned? I low-crouch as silently as I can. It's maybe just nerves.
Another movement. Dammit, I was really hoping that all this was a sort of hysteria, of a sort of madness brought on by the changes to our world. But the noises being picked up by my ears are not imaginary. And the chance to solve this mystery once and for all is important. Is Dave going crazy...or is there really a new threat in this field?
Nervous energy has me singing again...
Take my love.
Take my land.
Take me where I cannot stand.
I don't care,
I'm still free.
You can't take the sky from me.
Take me out,
to the black.
Tell 'em I'm not coming back.
Burn the land.
Boil the sea.
I've still got Serenity.
My spine becomes of steel. My eyes quick, feet fleet, mind made up. My aim will be fast, true, and deadly. "Lord if I am to die today, let it be in a pile of empty brass..."
I move towards the sound.
The nervousness creeps back in. At the pit of my stomach a tiny ball of angry black tar grows and turns leaden, nearly freezing me on the spot. My feet seem to have grown roots and I cannot move them. Ice cold chills run down my back and I suddenly know a fear I have never felt before.
"Something wicked this way comes..."
From the radio, Whip asks, "What? Say again your last. 'Wicked'? Dave...talk to me..."
I silence the radio with a quick twist of the dial; it was giving away my position. The rifle suddenly becomes a liability, too long to swing laterally with the close growing stalks of corn. I drop it in favor of the big 10 mm pistol. Resolve begins to flood back into my fearful brain. I remind myself over and over why I'm out here: "Save yourself...save them."
Long moments pass. The heart rate begins to drop back below 200 bpm. My head feels like it's on fire.
Noise to my left. I turn. How far? How close? Where....?
Is my brain really doing this to me, or has the wandering scarecrow--or one of his brothers--returned? I low-crouch as silently as I can. It's maybe just nerves.
Another movement. Dammit, I was really hoping that all this was a sort of hysteria, of a sort of madness brought on by the changes to our world. But the noises being picked up by my ears are not imaginary. And the chance to solve this mystery once and for all is important. Is Dave going crazy...or is there really a new threat in this field?
Nervous energy has me singing again...
Take my love.
Take my land.
Take me where I cannot stand.
I don't care,
I'm still free.
You can't take the sky from me.
Take me out,
to the black.
Tell 'em I'm not coming back.
Burn the land.
Boil the sea.
I've still got Serenity.
My spine becomes of steel. My eyes quick, feet fleet, mind made up. My aim will be fast, true, and deadly. "Lord if I am to die today, let it be in a pile of empty brass..."
I move towards the sound.