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The next two days were a blur. Between work, errands, and violin
practice, I barely had two minutes to myself. I felt...different. More
free from my tormenter. I hadn't actually given him much thought since
I'd run into Sarah, as Saturday had taken hold of my conscious thoughts.
I still hadn't broken up with Sulyn. The days were counting down until
she'd be here. In another four days, she wouldn't be able to refund her
plane ticket. At that point...I don't know what I'd do. I'd just deal
with it in person, I guess. I hadn't talked to her. I'd avoided even
getting online.
Saturday, I did some shopping in the morning, and got a new pair of
jeans. They cost more than I should've spent, but I didn't care. When I
got home, though, my stomach was grumbling. The fridge was empty.
Great. I sighed, and headed back out. Food truck? No. Nothing heavy
that'll make me bloat up. Just a sandwich from the convenience store
down the street. As I was walking back, someone on a skateboard nearly
took me out.
"Jackass!" I called after the kid. He looked back and I saw it wasn't a
kid, not really, but a guy, maybe 20, maybe 22. He smirked and gave me
the finger, but then we locked eyes. It was like he was examining me.
He cocked his head, then he turned and kept going. Weird as hell. I got
back home, ate my sandwich, and watched some cartoons.
Around 3PM, I took a shower. I stood under the water for a while,
letting the hot water clear my head. I was going to go out tonight. I
was going to have a good time. I wasn't going to think about-- That's
when they hit me, the flashes. The images, bright and vivid, forcing
their way into my mind. My dreams, the ones where I was a puppet. The
one where I was crying with a different woman's face. Then the meeting
with Steven in my head.
I collapsed in the shower, hugging my knees to my chest. Here I was,
getting ready for a date, when I had a monster living inside me.
Another flash: The too-cool-for-words courier, Sarah, the two times I'd
seen her. That brought a smile to my face. A flash of the erotic
fantasies I'd had about her brought another smile, along with a twinge of
desire. I may have a monster in me, but I was still me. I was still
Rachel. Next time I went into subspace, I'd punch him in the face. I
could at least do that.
I scrubbed myself clean. I washed my hair. Conditioner. It kind of
helped me feel more like myself to be going about my normal routine. I
shaved the important bits, once again finding myself absent-mindedly
lathering up my face, not noticing what I was doing until I'd dragged the
razor across my chin. "Sonofabitch!" I cursed, washing the goopy foam
off of my face. I finished cleaning myself up and got out of the shower,
drying myself and my hair. The shaving had caught me off-guard,
reminding me of the first symptom I'd discovered--picking up some of his
mannerisms if I let my guard down. Phazblox was supposed to help with
that, but I guess I'd been thinking and dealing with him so much, it kind
of crept in.
I checked myself in the mirror. I'd actually cut my face with the razor.
That was going to be cute. Fun to explain, too. I dabbed it dry with
some toilet paper, and went about getting dressed. I had a t-shirt from
a Broken Social Scene concert I'd been to on a trip up to Vancouver a few
years back, that was still in good shape. I went with it and my new
jeans, which happened to make my butt look pretty good. I brushed and
blow-dried my hair, put on the bare minimum of makeup, and sat and
waited.
My Game Boy kept me good company. I was an old-school Pokemon fanatic,
disregarding any games after Red and Blue. It was getting hard to find
copies of the game in good condition, as well as the hardware to run it,
but it was part of my "thing", so I kept it up. Besides, it could still
be fun if you run the right "hard mode" challenges.
Around 7:30, an hour and a half into my most recent attempt at the
Cerulean City gym, I heard a knock at the door. I practically fell over
the couch to reach the door, which I opened to see Sarah standing there,
dressed like she was going to break into something. Black, weird looking
boots over dark-grey jeans that weren't quite painted on, but close, and
a long black shirt that could've almost been a dress. Black-rimmed
goggles topped the look. The only bits of color on her was her peach-
colored lipstick and the red and purple messenger bag she had slung over
her shoulder.
"You ready?" She asked, stepping in. I'd managed to keep the apartment
relatively clean, but it was still obviously lived in, and small. She
looked at me, staring at the cut on my chin. "Cut yourself shavin, eh
buddy?" I rolled my eyes. I wasn't going to admit to it, of course.
"Just about. Gotta get my shoes and my bag ready." I sat on the couch,
slipping on my chucks and throwing my Game Boy and phone in my purse,
which was actually a messenger bag similar to the one Sarah was wearing.
With her boots, and my flat shoes, she looked like a tower next to me.
"So, where are we going, anyway?"
"There's a show in Anaheim, some of my friends are gonna be there. Come
on, we only got 20 minutes."
"20 minutes? It'll take us at least an hour to get there, not to mention
if there's traffic!" She gave me a blank look, like I'd just started
speaking in tongues.
"Just come on. You're gonna learn a lot tonight, from the looks of
things." She took my hand, and I barely remembered to grab my keys from
the bowl by the door before we left.
"So, where's your bike?" I asked as we strolled out of the parking lot
onto my street.
"Don't have a bike. What do you mean?"
"It's just, both times I've seen you, you were dressed in bike leathers,
I figured that was your mode of transportation. Did you park somewhere
around here then?"
She chuckled. "Nah. I got my wheels right here." She kicked the ground
with her boots. I was confused, until she clapped them together and
wheels popped out. Well, I say popped out, that didn't quite describe
it. It was more like they formed themselves out of the boots. It was
almost like watching mercury flow into a mold. I hadn't seen
rollerblades that could do that, although it explained the clunky look of
her boots. It still didn't explain how we were going to get to Anaheim
in less than 15 minutes.
She clapped the heels of her rollerblades together and the wheels
retracted in the same manner they'd formed. "We don't need them, anyway.
Come on. There's a door over here." She dragged me towards a large
wooden doorway in the middle of the street. Of course. Subspace.
"Hang on tight." She grabbed my arm and locked it in hers and we both
fell in. Well, mostly I fell. She glided down with a subtle grace, and
I was just along for the ride. We tumbled through another door and
landed in a field. "Come on."
"Where are we? Is this Anaheim?" I hadn't been out there before, but it
didn't look right. Too desert-y.
"Nah. We're just outside of Barstow. Hang on."
"Barstow?! That's the wrong way!"
"I said hang on! Geez, are you new here?" She pressed some buttons on
her cell phone, then said "...And, now!" She grabbed my hand and clapped
her heels together. Out came the wheels. At that moment, another door
popped into existence directly underneath us. Her wheels collided with a
steep, invisible hill, and I was dragged in the air behind her. We were
about to run out of invisible hill and run smack into a very, very
visible wall, when a door popped up and we fell right out of it onto a
sidewalk.
I stood up, brushed the dust off my shirt, and said, "Okay, is this
Anaheim?"
"This is Anaheim," she nodded "Two blocks from where we're going, and we
still have 10 minutes. Am I good, or what?"
As we walked towards wherever the show was, I asked her, "So, subspace,
huh? That was crazy! I didn't realize doors just popped open like that,
I thought there were set routes."
"There are, but if you wanna be the best." She glanced at me, almost
slyly, "You gotta take the roads less travelled. Most of the routes I
use are temporary, at best. Pocket rifts, microscopic black holes,
people on phase-out drugs, that sort of thing."
"Far out...really. Isn't that dangerous though? I mean, couldn't you
get lost in there?"
"Oh yeah, one time I was stuck in a junkie's brain for three days before
he shot up again. But usually I have enough time to blow a door open
before the path closes completely." She was losing me. I barely
understood how subspace worked to begin with, and she was talking about
things I didn't think were possible.
"We're here." It was a small shack, barely looked big enough for ten
people. She must have seen the look of disbelief on my face. "Come on.
It's bigger on the inside."
That was a lie, of course. This was no police box. The shack was
actually an elevator shaft, and the lift led to an underground club.
Literally. It was silent above-ground, but there was terrible industrial
music booming all around me down here. "Come on!" she yelled over the
thumping noise, dragging me through the crowd to a partitioned, and
soundproof booth where a half-dozen other people were sitting.
"Deagen, welcome, thank you for joining us. And who's your friend here?"
the long-haired gentleman at the back of the booth regarded me. A kid
with an eyepiece computer glanced at me.
"Rachel Graham. Birthdate April 14th, 1994. Blood type B negative,
likes classical music and pokemon. Parents are--" the kid rambled on
before the guy at the head of the table put a hand on his shoulder.
"Enough, Zeke." He turned to me. "Forgive him, Zeke likes to play
genius with his new toy."
"Rachel, this is Damon. He's kind of the leader of our pack, you could
say." Sarah said. Damon extended a hand to me. "He doesn't bite." I
accepted the handshake.
"Rachel, I must say...it is a pleasure to meet you." Another guy, bald,
maybe 25 stood up to shake my hand. I noticed he had tears in his eyes,
but was smiling. "It truly is a pleasure."
"Don't pay attention to Merlin here. He's weird." Damon pulled the bald
guy down.
"My name is not Merlin! It's Steve! Get it right!" Steve pulled away
from Damon.
"Merlin- erm, Steve here, lives backwards. He was born in the future and
will die in the past. Kind of like T.H. White's Merlin. Hence the
nickname." Sarah explained.
"Okay, umm. Hi Steve, Damon, Zeke is it?" They all nodded. There were
two girls, one was a fake bottle blonde with teased up hair, the other
was Julie to the extreme. Dark, brooding, hair in her eyes.
"Come on. Make room." Sarah pushed Steve and Zeke down the row of the
booth, and pulled up a chair. I sat next to the guys.
"These are Portia and Mae." Sarah completed the introductions. The
brooding girl, Portia, nodded slightly, while Mae waved casually. "They
don't talk much."
Everyone was dressed mostly in neutral dark colors. Portia had a funky
wrapping around her entire right arm, almost like a mummy's bandages.
"So, who's playing tonight, anyway?"
"Nobody's 'playing', Rachel. There's a bit of performance art going on,
and there will be music, but the art is the important part. Watch
carefully," Damon said.
"Oh." I said, a bit let down. Sarah had said it was a show, and I
assumed concert. I listened to them talk for a while, watching the
goings on in the club. After a little while, though, the crowd stepped
out of the center of the room and a large white stage rose from the
floor.
"Oh, it's starting. Come on. Deagen, get the door," Damon said, and
Sarah complied. The annoying music from earlier had been replaced by a
soft, melodic hum. This was interesting, actually. I watched as several
performers descended from the ceiling, in bizarre costumes. What caught
my eye, though, was that each of them had metal on them.
They moved and danced fluidly, and their cybernetic enhancements allowed
them to do things that wouldn't be possible normally. I leaned over to
Sarah and whispered, "What is this, cyborg acrobatics?"
Damon overheard me and said "Yes, actually. Most of these performers
were in Cirque du Soleil, and lost limbs for one reason or another.
Mostly from QES, but not always. He," he pointed at a tall, thin man
with a chrome-plated right calf, "was in the train accident in Stockholm
in 2009. His leg was crushed under 40,000 lbs. of steel."
I just sat there watching, amazed. "So what, they lose their jobs when
they get replacements that work just fine?"
"Pretty much. Cirque do Soleil in particular prides itself on every one
of its performers being 100% human. So you have these guys. There are
only about a dozen of them worldwide, and they come together at shows
like this one."
"Wicked." One woman was supporting the weight of herself and six other
performers with one augmented hand. "So they get modified replacements,
huh? No way you do that with stock prosthetics," I asked.
"Of course. Nobody gets basics anymore, not even Deagen here."
"Damon! I told you not to talk about that!" Sarah's eyes flashed with a
fire I hadn't seen before.
"Sorry, forgot she was new."
We continued the rest of the show in relative silence, with Damon
ordering a round of drinks. Nobody had checked my ID, but the server
didn't bat an eye. "So this is what it's like hanging with the cool
kids," I murmured.
Later, after the show was over, Sarah and I were walking around Anaheim.
We had another hour until another door was due to pop open, so we had
time to kill. Damon and the rest of the crew had scattered to the wind.
"So, those were your friends, huh?" I asked.
"Yep. We live so far apart nowadays it's only stuff like this that gets
us together. Damon and Portia live in Vancouver. Zeke and Mae are
shacked up in Boston, and everyone else is overseas." She kicked the
ground idly.
"It's so bizarre to think of meeting up with people so far away so
randomly. Where are you all from?"
"I'm from here. We just all went to USC. Damon and Portia started
dating then. And that's where we met Merlin."
"Yeah, that guy's weird. How does his thing work? I mean, isn't that
basically time travel?"
"Sorta, yeah. He isn't going to lead a very interesting life, though.
So it's not that great. And he's not really sure what happened to cause
it, because it hasn't happened to him yet. It's safe to say it happened
when he was a child."
"Regardless, it's pretty weird," I added. Sarah nodded, and dragged me
up the street for coffee.
"The door's gonna pop right up there, figure we can sip until it pops."
Sitting outside at the cafe, we continued our conversation.
"Listen, I know this wasn't really what you had in mind, when you said
you wanted to hang out with me. But I had a pretty good time tonight."
"I did too. You're cool, and your friends are cool. How often do you
guys get together like this?"
"Maybe once every month or two."
"That's cool. So...we gonna talk about the giant elephant in the room?"
"Yeah. But not right now, okay?" She was getting a little more distant.
"Sorry. It's none of my business."
"It's cool. Listen, the door's gonna pop any second now, you ready?"
She clapped her heels together and put her goggles down. It was gonna be
a bumpy ride. The door shimmered into existence less than ten feet from
where I was sitting.
"My lady" Sarah said to me, taking my hand and pulling me out of my seat.
I stifled a laugh. "You might want to hang on tight this time." I
wrapped my arms around her from behind. "That's good. Let's go!"
She sped forward, the wheels propelling us faster than I could've
imagined, plowing through the door. I saw the door vanish behind us.
"Umm, should I be worried about that?" I asked, but she couldn't hear me
over the loud crashing noises around us. When I looked forward I saw
what was making that noise: Rocks. We were in a collapsing cave of some
kind.
"Just hold on!" she yelled at me, barely audible. She swung around
boulders, down pathways and twists and turns, sometimes going uphill,
sometimes downhill, at one point I think we were upside down for a
moment.
I looked ahead. A door was flickering into existence at the bottom of a
valley next to us. I pointed, and Sarah nodded, skidding off the path
into the valley. It was steep, and we gained speed, maybe too quickly.
We were approaching the door, and it wasn't quite fully formed. If we
overshot, we'd smash into the floor of the valley. Sarah was an expert,
though, and managed to slow down just enough so that we smashed through
the door and into the pavement of an unfamiliar street.
"Oof," I muttered, feeling like I'd been hit by a ton of bricks. I laid
on the ground for a minute while Sarah clapped her heels together and
picked herself back up.
"Come on." She held out a hand to help me up. I took it and she helped
pull me to my feet.
"Where are we?" I asked, dusting myself off. The wind had done a number
on my hair as well.
"Oh, uh...this is where I live. Santa Clarita. I take it you don't get
up here much?"
"No, not really. I usually stay close to home."
"Yeah, typical for a newbie. Come on up." She started heading over to a
row of apartment buildings. I hurried over to the sidewalk to catch up
with her.
"Are you sure that's okay? I mean, I don't want to impose or anything."
"Nah it's fine. I just need to get changed then I'll get you home. You
want some tea or something?" she rambled as we walked up the steps to her
second-floor apartment.
"Tea would be nice, yeah. Thanks."
I sat in her kitchen while she put a kettle on. "You like this stuff?"
she asked, holding out a box of raspberry tea.
"Yeah, that's fine."
"Good, cause that's all I got right now." She plopped two bags into as
many cups and practically glided out of the room. "I'm gonna go look for
this CD I want you to listen to. You know what to do if it starts
whistling."
I did, in fact. I turned the stove off and poured the water over the tea
bags, letting them steep for a while. She was taking an awfully long
time. I wandered the apartment in search of her, when I happened upon
her bedroom.
I don't know what I was expecting to see, but it wasn't what I saw. Her
boots were sitting on the floor against her bed, but there were still
feet in them, with legs sticking out nearly to the knee. Meanwhile, she
was laying on the bed, topless in a pink and black striped bra, and
struggling to get her jeans off. At that point I realized: She had no
feet. She turned and saw me. "Privacy! Shit! I'm changing in here!"
she shouted at me.
Shit. "Sorry! I didn't know where you went!" I turned my back, but
couldn't get the mental image of her breasts jiggling while she struggled
with the jeans out of my head. I heard a 'slunk' noise, and felt her
hand on my shoulder.
"It's fine. I shouldn't have yelled." I turned and saw her, strangely
just above my eye level. Our lips met, and our hands found each others.
A quick flop and we were on her bed, and I felt her tongue working its
way into my mouth.
We both broke the kiss, minutes later, and laid next to each other.
Somewhere along the way, I'd lost my shirt as well, and she'd lost her
bra. I raised up and looked at her. "I think you're forgiven." I
glanced down. About 4 inches below the knee, her left leg ended. Her
right had another few inches. She had these weird white slipper things
covering up the stubs, that also gave her a little more height.
I tried to avert my gaze, but she noticed. "I had QES when I was 12.
Took the right leg. An accident at a festival a few years back took the
left. A stage collapsed and a big-ass light fixture fell right on it,
cut it clean off."
"I can see why you didn't wanna get into it."
"It's whatever, now. What about you? Any spectacular battle scars? Any
dirt we can dig up on Ms...Graham, right?"
"Heh. Well, let's just say that before tonight, I knew two people who'd
had QES personally, and tonight I met a third and we just kinda made out.
I was one of the two, by the way."
"You had it? Where at? You got some amazing prosthetics." She checked
me out all over.
"No, I still have it. It's a neuro-case."
Sarah blinked at that and sat up. "Damn. So what can they do? I mean
is it small enough they can cut it out?"
I shook my head no. "No, it's total brain involvement. I got a little
dude living inside my head from here on out."
"That's bullshit. How are you supposed to live like that?"
"I got a Phazblox port in the back of my neck, see?" I lifted my hair
up. She ran her fingers across it, which gave me a tingle. "I just have
to shoot up once a week until I can get him synchonized with me."
"How exactly do you do that?"
"I dunno. My therapist wants me to try using a damn tuning fork. I
don't think that's gonna work, though. I've done some research and the
only other successful cases used some high-tech machinery. I don't have
that kinda scratch, though."
"I gotcha. Yeah, I was lucky, I fell into some cash after college and I
was able to afford those" she said, gesturing towards her boots. "Cost
more than my parents' house did, but I couldn't dream of doing
otherwise."
"I hear ya. Who wants to buy a house nowadays anyway?" She laughed.
"You know, our tea's almost certainly cold by now."
"Yeah, but right here is pretty warm." I said, pulling her in for another
kiss.
Rachel?
Is everything okay?
Are you there? Are you getting my messages?
:(
I love you.
Call me, or email me, please. Just...just let me know you're
okay. I'm worried about you.
It's been two days. Please get ahold of me.
Rachel...
I don't know how to get ahold of anyone else who knows you.
I'm really freaking out here...
I love you :(
Please be ok...
Babe...if you don't want to talk to me, let me know.
I know you said work was keeping you busy but this isn't
normal.
I love you, Rachel. I don't know if I did or said something.
Do you not want me to come out there? :(
I can see if I can get a refund on my ticket...
Just...talk to me. Please.
I woke up the next morning, in Sarah's bed. She was gone, though. I
looked around. Her boots were still sitting on the floor, so she hadn't
gone far. I got out of bed and heard a noise behind me. I turned to see
her, emerging from the bathroom, walking on her knees.
"Gimme a hand, since you're over there." She motioned toward the boots.
I carried them over to her, and she sat back She pulled the plastic
slippers off of her leg stumps, revealing the attachment port and
circuitry that had been grafted to her body to fit the prosthetics. A
magnetic attraction pulled the boot and stump into one piece, and a quick
turn of a locking ring secured it. I watched her do it for both legs,
and then she stood up, back to her full, glorious height.
"So, you working today?" I asked.
"Yeah. I actually need to get dressed and go. Can you get home okay, or
do you want me to drop you off by your apartment? My first stop is just
a few blocks away from there."
"Yeah, if that's no problem. My car's all the way out there, and, like I
said, I don't come this far too often."
She got dressed in the biker suit I'd seen her in before, while I pulled
my clothes back on. We hadn't had sex, so my panties were still in
place, but aside from that I was standing in her bedroom naked. "Hey," I
asked, "if you don't ride a bike, why do you wear that getup?"
"I kinda lied. I do have a bike, but I don't need it most of the time.
I just wear this for work, though, 'cause my normal fashion sense tends
to put people off. I come in dressed in bike leathers, they assume I'm a
bike courier, and nobody gets upset."
It made sense. We skipped breakfast, and we rode on her bike, a gorgeous
Honda, to Mid-World's office-slash-warehouse. I had never ridden on a
motorcycle before, but I kept my arms wrapped around Sarah's midsection
and my face pressed against her back. The aroma of the leather brought
my mind back to the first time we'd met at Evans' shop. At that moment,
I had no idea I'd be in her bed less than a month later.
I waited outside while she went inside to get her list of stops for the
day. I fished my phone out of my bag and saw a missed call. From Sulyn.
My heart sank. I'd really done it now. I'd actually cheated on my
actual girlfriend.
"I told you, you have to break up with your fake internet girlfriend."
I shook my head. Wait, what? I looked up. I was in a cafe with
Brittany, we both had ice cream in front of us. It was later that day.
"I said, break up with Sulyn, now, before she can't refund her ticket.
Don't make her come all the way out here and get her heart broken."
Brittany was giving me the look. The 'I'm being serious' look.
"Okay, okay. I'll talk to her."
When I'd gotten home, Sarah had dropped me off. She only rode the bike
to the office, everything else she did was via subspace and rollerblade.
She just looked more comfortable on her own eight wheels. I couldn't
blame her. The first thing I saw when I got home were at least a dozen
messages on my computer from Sulyn, worried sick about me. I felt like
shit.
I called Brittany, and had her meet me at the ice cream cafe a few blocks
away. I still felt like shit.
And now, here she was, making me feel even more like shit.
The ice cream didn't help. It didn't do anything but make my already
knotted stomach that much more uncomfortable. The walk home was like I
was wearing concrete shoes.
RACHEL!! *hugs*
Hey.
Where have you been??? Are you ok?? Are you mad at me?
I've been...busy. I'm sorry. I'm fine though, and no? You did
nothing wrong? Why would I be mad?
It's just you've never done that before, going so long without
talking to me.
Like I said...I've been busy.
Okay :) I missed you. 9 days now!!! :D
Yeah...about that.
D: what?
Umm...
I think we should break up.
..
Wait, really?
Yeah...it's not gonna work out. I'm sorry.
Ohh...ok.
Maybe you can get a refund on your ticket.
Yeah...maybe.
I not only felt like shit, I was shit. I was the worst girlfriend ever.
And what really ground my gears was that this is exactly how Steve Stills
would've broken up with her, too.
I hated that bastard.
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