Iced
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I hit the bathroom under heavy guard. What do they think Ill do? Blow the place up? I cant. I dont have my backpack. No MacHalo either. They didnt bring it when they nabbed me at Dancers. Id look out a window but there arent any in the club. My bones tell me its night. I dont take chances with Shades. I refuse to die so stupidly. I need flashlights, I say, blowing out of the bathroom.
One of the dudes grunts and walks away. The rest of them escort me through the subclubs. I get stared at by every Fae we pass. Theres murder in their eyes.
Something weird happens to me on the way out.
Freeze-framing feels like picking myself up mentally and shifting sideways into a different way of being, and I like it.
Now, as I walk out and see all the pissed-off faces, human and Fae, a completely different part of me gets picked up and shifted sideways without me even tryingin fact, Im pretty sure Im resistingand I dont like it one bit, because all the sudden Im seeing my world with what feels like totally different eyeballs.
I dont like these eyeballs. They see things wrong.
The Fae hate me. A lot of the humans do, too.
Ryodans men want me dead and I have no idea why hes keeping me alive.
TPoh, feck itMac, the best friend I ever had, Macwho made me a birthday cake and hung with me and treated me cool, and sold a piece of her soul to the Gray Woman to save me, hates me, too. She wants to kill me because I killed her sister on Rowenas orders before I ever even knew Mac existed.
Jos life dangles on a thread held by my completely unreliable hands.
And I have a thought that Ive never had in my entire fourteen years of life (and Ive had a lot of thoughts!), and its a little muffled (probably because Id rather not hear it) and it goes something like this:
Geez, Dani, what the feck have you done?
Ive always been a speedboat blasting across the whitecaps, thriving on sensation, wind in my hair, salt spray on my face, having the time of my life. Never looking back. Never seeing what happens around or behind me.
These new eyeballs see my wake. They see what I leave behind when Ive passed.
Boats capsized. People flailing in the waves.
People I care about. Im not talking about Dublin, my city that I always keep cool and impersonal with no real face. These people have faces.
We pass Jo. Shes already dressed and at her new post, paired with another waitress, being trained. She does look good in the uniform. She gives me a look as I pass, part exasperation, part plea to behave. Her trainer stares daggers at me. I wonder if the waitresses I killed were her friends.
They shouldnt have eaten so much Unseelie, I mutter in my defense.
I try to shift back to the way I was before I got off the elevator, back to Dani the Mega who doesnt give a crap.
Nothing happens.
I try it again.
Still feeling the breeze from that guillotine.
One of Ryodans dudes, Lor, hands me a flashlight. Gee, I say, thanks. A whole flashlight against a city of Shades.
They moved on.Mostly.
I roll my eyes. Mostly might be okay with you cause, like, they dont eat whatever you dudes are. Why is that?
Lor doesnt answer me, but I didnt expect him to.
The second we reach the door, I freeze-frame.
I can outrun anything.
Even myself.
EIGHT
And Im hungry like the wolf
I click on a flashlight and head for the nearest store I know of that still has Snickers on the shelves so I can replenish my supplies. I have a bottomless stomach and it hurts from hunger. Thats a feeling I take pains to avoid. Especially when my heads still throbbing so bad. Id put ice on it, but if Ive been out for three days, its too late. Ice only works if you use it right away. I root through my hair, find the swollen, bruised patch at my nape thats causing so much pain, and sigh, wondering what I hit and when. Some folks think since Im always banged up Im a glutton for pain. Im not. Its just the way my life is.
Like I thought, its night, so the streets are pretty much deserted. Folks do their shopping during the day. Those that do hunt at night, do just thathunt. They come out in packs, armed to the gills, and go after any Unseelie they can find.
A lot of the night-hunters have a death wish. They dont know how to live in the world the way it is now, so they take crazy risks. I end up bailing out vigilantes left and right. Sometimes they run into Jayne, and before anybody can say, Dont shoot, were human, theres casualties. Everybodys got jumpy trigger fingers.
Things sure have changed since the walls fell last October. Seven months ago the streets were easy. Hit the night, kill some Fae, then kill some more. The Unseelie were simple to take by surprise because they had such a low opinion of humans. They didnt see us as a serious threat.
They do now.
Theyre on guard, more dangerous, harder to trap, and impossible to kill unless youre me or Mac or a Shade. Shades are cannibals. Life is life. They dont discriminate. We have humans fighting Fae, humans fighting humans, Fae fighting each other, and all of us trying to get rid of the Shades.
I slow to a Joe-walk, running out of steam. I need food fast. I already ate everything I had stuffed in my pockets. Three days of starvation does a number on me. Swinging my sword around my wrist (it took me months to perfect that moveand it is smooooth!), I duck into a convenience store with broken-out windows, shelves spilled sideways, cash register open and overturned. I cant see why anybody would bother stealing money. It doesnt get you anything. Peoples eyes are finally open, moneys as worthless as it always really was. Used to amaze me when I was little how everybody passed around pieces of paper that they all agreed to pretend meant the same thing when everybody knew it didnt mean anything. It was the first adult conspiracy I became aware of. Made me think maybe no adults should ever be the boss of me. Im the smartest person I know. Except maybe for Dancer. Not bragging. Its a real pain in the ass a lot of the time.
One of the dudes grunts and walks away. The rest of them escort me through the subclubs. I get stared at by every Fae we pass. Theres murder in their eyes.
Something weird happens to me on the way out.
Freeze-framing feels like picking myself up mentally and shifting sideways into a different way of being, and I like it.
Now, as I walk out and see all the pissed-off faces, human and Fae, a completely different part of me gets picked up and shifted sideways without me even tryingin fact, Im pretty sure Im resistingand I dont like it one bit, because all the sudden Im seeing my world with what feels like totally different eyeballs.
I dont like these eyeballs. They see things wrong.
The Fae hate me. A lot of the humans do, too.
Ryodans men want me dead and I have no idea why hes keeping me alive.
TPoh, feck itMac, the best friend I ever had, Macwho made me a birthday cake and hung with me and treated me cool, and sold a piece of her soul to the Gray Woman to save me, hates me, too. She wants to kill me because I killed her sister on Rowenas orders before I ever even knew Mac existed.
Jos life dangles on a thread held by my completely unreliable hands.
And I have a thought that Ive never had in my entire fourteen years of life (and Ive had a lot of thoughts!), and its a little muffled (probably because Id rather not hear it) and it goes something like this:
Geez, Dani, what the feck have you done?
Ive always been a speedboat blasting across the whitecaps, thriving on sensation, wind in my hair, salt spray on my face, having the time of my life. Never looking back. Never seeing what happens around or behind me.
These new eyeballs see my wake. They see what I leave behind when Ive passed.
Boats capsized. People flailing in the waves.
People I care about. Im not talking about Dublin, my city that I always keep cool and impersonal with no real face. These people have faces.
We pass Jo. Shes already dressed and at her new post, paired with another waitress, being trained. She does look good in the uniform. She gives me a look as I pass, part exasperation, part plea to behave. Her trainer stares daggers at me. I wonder if the waitresses I killed were her friends.
They shouldnt have eaten so much Unseelie, I mutter in my defense.
I try to shift back to the way I was before I got off the elevator, back to Dani the Mega who doesnt give a crap.
Nothing happens.
I try it again.
Still feeling the breeze from that guillotine.
One of Ryodans dudes, Lor, hands me a flashlight. Gee, I say, thanks. A whole flashlight against a city of Shades.
They moved on.Mostly.
I roll my eyes. Mostly might be okay with you cause, like, they dont eat whatever you dudes are. Why is that?
Lor doesnt answer me, but I didnt expect him to.
The second we reach the door, I freeze-frame.
I can outrun anything.
Even myself.
EIGHT
And Im hungry like the wolf
I click on a flashlight and head for the nearest store I know of that still has Snickers on the shelves so I can replenish my supplies. I have a bottomless stomach and it hurts from hunger. Thats a feeling I take pains to avoid. Especially when my heads still throbbing so bad. Id put ice on it, but if Ive been out for three days, its too late. Ice only works if you use it right away. I root through my hair, find the swollen, bruised patch at my nape thats causing so much pain, and sigh, wondering what I hit and when. Some folks think since Im always banged up Im a glutton for pain. Im not. Its just the way my life is.
Like I thought, its night, so the streets are pretty much deserted. Folks do their shopping during the day. Those that do hunt at night, do just thathunt. They come out in packs, armed to the gills, and go after any Unseelie they can find.
A lot of the night-hunters have a death wish. They dont know how to live in the world the way it is now, so they take crazy risks. I end up bailing out vigilantes left and right. Sometimes they run into Jayne, and before anybody can say, Dont shoot, were human, theres casualties. Everybodys got jumpy trigger fingers.
Things sure have changed since the walls fell last October. Seven months ago the streets were easy. Hit the night, kill some Fae, then kill some more. The Unseelie were simple to take by surprise because they had such a low opinion of humans. They didnt see us as a serious threat.
They do now.
Theyre on guard, more dangerous, harder to trap, and impossible to kill unless youre me or Mac or a Shade. Shades are cannibals. Life is life. They dont discriminate. We have humans fighting Fae, humans fighting humans, Fae fighting each other, and all of us trying to get rid of the Shades.
I slow to a Joe-walk, running out of steam. I need food fast. I already ate everything I had stuffed in my pockets. Three days of starvation does a number on me. Swinging my sword around my wrist (it took me months to perfect that moveand it is smooooth!), I duck into a convenience store with broken-out windows, shelves spilled sideways, cash register open and overturned. I cant see why anybody would bother stealing money. It doesnt get you anything. Peoples eyes are finally open, moneys as worthless as it always really was. Used to amaze me when I was little how everybody passed around pieces of paper that they all agreed to pretend meant the same thing when everybody knew it didnt mean anything. It was the first adult conspiracy I became aware of. Made me think maybe no adults should ever be the boss of me. Im the smartest person I know. Except maybe for Dancer. Not bragging. Its a real pain in the ass a lot of the time.
