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Mike brought a pizza for lunch, and the crew piled into the back of his minivan to enjoy it. He disconnected the battery to keep the interior lights from eating up the juice and opened all of the doors to invite a breeze. Even so, the sun turned his car into an oven. At least the pizza was hot.

The sign on the Baptist church down the street flashed: "Pray for Rain."

"You feeling okay?" Mike asked. He had on a red plaid shirt that almost managed to hide the pizza-sauce stains. His collar was curled up in the cup holder in the front seat.

"Better," Sandie said. She bit off a string of cheese and helped herself to an orange soda from the cooler. "I mean, it's hard to stay freaked out when you're working the morning rush and you've got twelve caffeine addicts yelling at you over the counter. Would have been easier if Connie would stop bugging me, though."

Connie offered an angelic smile from her place on the bumper. "Not my fault you're loca, mama."

"I guess you guys don't listen to news radio in there, do you?"

"Not often. Brandon says politics is bad for business. Why?"

"Old lady in Castle Hills was out walking her dog this morning and found a body. She said it made a humming noise – said it was like a microwave – and then it crawled away."

"I told you! I so totally told you!"

"Yeah, so anyway, the cops are looking for the guy, now. They're afraid he's a leper or something contagious. Some flesh-rotting disease."

"Ew. Okay, I'm glad I let you scrub my porch down for me."

Mike wrinkled his nose and squinted up one eye. "I want you to go to the hospital. Just to make sure, you know? I went in to get some blood tests as soon as I heard. They said that was a damn good idea, so I want you to do the same."

"Now?"

"Soon."

hungry.

"Oh, fuck it. Fine, I'll go. Can you cover for me, Connie?"


The emergency room was full of the machine-gun cadence of Spanish arguments – arguments with staff, with spouses, with uncooperative children, with other patients who may or may not have been waiting longer. Underneath the surge of conflict, there was an occasional cough, a whimper. And underneath the sound of sickness, there was a paradoxical stillness, the hush of fear.

Sandie pulled her little notepad out of her purse and flipped to a clean page.

Black is not the color of death, she wrote.
It's white.
White walls
White floors
White jackets
White faces
White sheets.
It's sharp and acrid
a white smell
burning and blinding
condensing into white pills.


She put the notebook away and let her eyes drift out of focus on the television set hanging from the ceiling by the window.

"Melindrez, Sandra?"

A very pleasant, very old woman listened patiently while Sandie explained her concerns. No, there was no direct contact with it. No, I didn't touch the fluids. Yes, it smelled like rotting meat. And by the way, is it normal to hear voices?

"You've just been through a harrowing experience, honey," the nurse said as she packaged up an ampoule of blood. "Most people feel a bit odd after something like that. I wouldn't get worried unless it gets worse or keeps up for more than a week or two. Of course, if you want to talk to someone, I can make you a list of some good counselors…"

Sandie ended up with a list of some good counselors and a promise that she would get the results of her bloodwork soon.

"And I really wouldn't worry about it too much," the nurse said. "I heard that report on the news, and I can tell you right now that poor person isn't a leper. Not sure what, of course, but if you didn't touch, you're almost definitely fine."

Sandie bought herself a doughnut and a bottle of apple juice from the hospital cafeteria and consumed them thoughtfully on her way out to her car.

Dissociation, she decided. They're my own thoughts, but my id or whatever can't recognize them as such, because I'm in shock and under stress and stuff. She dropped the list of counselors into the passenger seat under her purse. She could afford to give it a couple of days, see whether the problem would fix itself. An ER visit by itself put enough of a dent in her rainy day fund without the added expense of a therapist's chair.

She went back to the motel and showered thoroughly to rid herself of the lingering smell of disinfectant, took two doses of cough syrup to kill any budding dreams, and crawled in bed.

It was waiting for her.

hungry. attempt repair fail too much calculate under memory damage.

There was a dizzy quality to the thought, something that Sandie found familiar. It was very similar to that feeling from earlier, woozy and slightly nauseated after watching part of herself drained into a clear tube.

help.

What do you want? You can't have my brain.

help. tiny animals tiny minds too quiet too quiet too quiet. outside don't hear. only you hear.

But the word had very little to do with ears. It meant knowing, sensing, understanding, together-being.

But what do you want? And why me?

hungry.

Then something shifted. Outside their little bubble of communication, there was fear. Sandie could hear lights flashing, red and blue, and a pair of snakeskin boots. Disgust, then reluctant pity. There were words, but they were garbled beyond understanding. And It soaked them up, the fear, revulsion, and compassion – soaked them up eagerly like a vacuum.

All around, there was a hum, deep, curious, and penetrating. It shook Sandie to the bone, and it brought a flood of information. Blueprints. Frequencies. Like sonar.

Sandie woke up when her hip hit the floor.

"This isn't real," she said aloud while she unwound herself from the scratchy motel sheets. "It's not real. I'm not nuts. It'll go away in a few days."

She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes and leaned against the side table, focusing on the labored huff of the air conditioner and the cigarette smell of the ancient carpet.

hungry.

She could feel it, too. She could know/sense/understand/hear it, a vague emptiness that it would take more than a hamburger to fill. She could feel it like it was real. A nervous lump rose in her throat.

"Oh, God, I don't want to lose my mind…"

The anxiety siphoned away down that incomprehensible uplink, drained away and filled a small portion of the void.

more…
Omnomnom!


Part 1: [link]
Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4: You are here!
Part 5: [link]
Part 6: [link]
Part 7: [link]
Part 8: [link]
Part 9: [link]
Part 10: [link]
Part 11: [link]
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:iconoviedomedina:
oviedomedina Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2012
And now we enter the Twilight Zone.
*Needs X-Files theme as soundtrack*
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Feelin-free Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
I keep reading. Its creeping me out. hungry
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2012  Professional Writer
;D Omnomnom.
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:iconfeelin-free:
Feelin-free Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
*Shivers* Creeepy... :D
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callerofcrows Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Re-reading all of these...I think I was so engrossed in the story the first time that I forgot to fave. Brilliant work.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2012  Professional Writer
xD Awww, love. :heart:
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StormRaevyN Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2012  Student General Artist
Just have to say I love the little poem about white being the color of death.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2012  Professional Writer
Heh, seriously, I was just looking for a place to stick a poem. >>;
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fainting-goat Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I've got some theories as to what's going on here... be interested to see if they're right.
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:iconquiestinliteris:
QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2012  Professional Writer
;D I'd be interested to hear those theories. (You know, just to see whether my red herrings worked, whether they absolutely did not...)
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:iconcontraltissimo:
Contraltissimo Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2012
Oh gads, what's happening to herrrr?? :noes:
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:iconquiestinliteris:
QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2012  Professional Writer
Crazy stuff, man! Crazy stuff! O3O
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woodenpen Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
robot? I saw the word repair.... OMG ALIEN ROBOT???
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2012  Professional Writer
;D Not saying.
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GoneKrazy Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
So its a zombie/emotional vampire--I like it. I also like the little free verse poem you snuck in there
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2012  Professional Writer
It's a complicated little guy. ^^;
I was meaning to stick more of those in throughout the story, but I keep forgetting. >>; I suppose that's what editing is for.
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EdgeOfEternity32 Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2012  Student Writer
Emotion consumer. interesting. not much critically to say about this portion. Just too intrigued, I guess.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2012  Professional Writer
OMNOMNOMANGST. 8D
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Tigzzz Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Oooooh, exciting!
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magdalagarza Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Huh. This just answered my questions for Part 3. Which is way good writing.

And Sandie writes poetry, huh? Curioser and curioser.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2012  Professional Writer
Flatterer. ;D

I'm thinking about taking out the bits about her writing poetry. For some reason, it strikes me as a Sue trait, even though plenty of real people do... Anyway, I halfway suspect that it's just my subconscious trying to push my own bad poetry on my readers. .__.
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magdalagarza Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I try. :D

No, no, don't take out the poetry. It's only Sue if you tell everyone that the poetry is goodgloriousomfgamazing! Which you don't, so it's cool. I like how it illuminates a side of Sandie that we'd probably never see through her normal interactions with other people.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2012  Professional Writer
xD Well, as we can see, hers is more like disjointed thoughts spewed onto paper, so maybe I can avoid the Sueness.
I'll try it a bit longer and see whether it actually adds anything to the narrative.
Thanks. :)
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Avalon620 Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2012  Student Writer
Oops! :blush: Read this out of order..... It all makes sense, though!
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2012  Professional Writer
xD No worries. It's all over the place, at the moment, so I don't think the order is all that significant.
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ninjababy Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I really like where this is going. I have loose predictions, so I look forward to the rest. :)
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2011  Professional Writer
^^ Yay! I hope it doesn't disappoint. :)
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ninjababy Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
That's unpossible! ;)
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ShineeSerenDipity Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2011  Student Writer
Ah man, I want more too... Just when it's getting to the good part!
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2011  Professional Writer
xD I hope to have more up, soon.
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ShineeSerenDipity Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2011  Student Writer
oh great, I can't wait! :D
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Panthershade Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2011  Student Writer
Okay, I have a guess.

Is she psychic and picking up on a murdered persons mind or remaining consciousness?

I'm completely hooked by the way. Kind of reminds me of an anime I watched called Ghost Hound.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2011  Professional Writer
I can neither confirm nor deny. ;)
xP Need to get on Chapter 5, I suppose. Damn vacationing eating my time. You would think that it would be the opposite.
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Panthershade Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2011  Student Writer
Yeah, you're supposed to have MORE time on vacation not less.
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tr1st3r Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
So its not a zombie story... Is it a robot zombie story?
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2011  Professional Writer
Nope, no robot zombies. ;) Keep guessing.
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10qwertyuiop10 Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Oooo
I have difficulty getting more coherent thoughts out past the OMIBOB barrier. OMIBOB!! THIS! :iconexcitedplz:
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2011  Professional Writer
xD Er... that's a good thing?
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10qwertyuiop10 Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
OMIBOB!!! :iconeeeeeplz:
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2011  Professional Writer
Pfffft. Weirdo.
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10qwertyuiop10 Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
:iconcrazylaplz:
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WeirdoOnWheels Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2011  Hobbyist Photographer
Ooooh, and the blood seems to thicken. Can't wait to see what's up with her hungry little voice.
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2011  Professional Writer
;) Shouldn't take long to find out. Outline still needs some tweaking, but I would say in the next chapter or so.
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NIkly Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2011
Nice story, interesting and well-written. i like it, even if there are only four chapters for now :)
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2011  Professional Writer
:) I'm working on that.
Thank you!
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Kay-March Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2011
where's number 5? waiting impaciently, got the rhytm again, it's all better and suspensing
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:iconquiestinliteris:
QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2011  Professional Writer
Still in my head. ;)
Glad it picked up again. <3
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:iconkay-march:
Kay-March Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2011
yes... it's coming out pretty good
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VanadiumTaintedBeryl Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2011  Student Traditional Artist
interesting.... :)
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QuiEstInLiteris Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2011  Professional Writer
<3 Thanks!
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