Campus Capers ENGL 369 Creative WritingChapter 3
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Saturday, June 9, 2007
After my one and a half hours sleep, I extracted myself from my tightly clinging wives and went for an enjoyable walk in the woods. Partly to make sure we were alone, but mostly just for the pleasure of it. We were in a very natural area so surrounded by lots of good quality flora and fauna. I'd learned a great deal about Oregon's natural life as a result of Ron and Ava's mini-National Park on the west side of our property. Where I was now was higher and with a much wetter climate, but I very much appreciated its unspoiled nature.
I can see better at night than you can in daylight, I can zoom my two sight blobs 400-odd feet in any direction to observe animals that'd never let humans near them or are normally invisibly high in the trees, I can sneak along noiselessly by floating inches above the ground, my proximity sense picks up almost every lifeform within 24 feet of me that's large enough to have much of a mind (birds, mice and anything larger), and I can use EKP to hold it placid if I want. With all of those advantages, I'm a SUPERB woodsman. Eat your heart out, Daniel Boone.
After a happy walk, I headed back to the cabin at dawn, accompanied by a few of my new friends: a gorgeous cougar, a larger black bear, some deer including a couple very cute Bambi-equivalents, some coyotes, squirrels and a couple of owls. Snakes I left behind. I parked my little menagerie outside the cabin and went inside to start making breakfast for everyone. Camp cooking is REALLY easy for me. (Think about it, you'll be amazed what my abilities allow me to do.)
The smell of food, sunlight, and the dawn birdsong soon woke everybody up. The hard floor probably helped too. When Donna bounced up, I said, "Donna, there are a couple of nice animals outside that you might want to have a look at."
"Okay." She went out the door at her usual speed.
"EEK!" as Donna leaped back into the cabin at considerably more than her usual speed, as I had the black bear and cougar sitting near the front door, facing it.
"It's all right, Donna. I've got control of them."
I led the way outside. It took a while to get the humans calmed down enough to enjoy the experience, and I had to put up with Donna hitting me on the arm for scaring her so much, which I deserved, but soon everyone was happily admiring the animals.
Donna wanted to know if we could keep the cougar. Or failing that (because that request did fail) could she go for a ride on the bear. That request got the same answer from the same mother.
Vanessa said, "When we get back we should talk about this happening. Not that Mark made it happen, but that we woke up this morning and these animals were sitting here like this, and we came out and visited with them. It'll distract people from the death and mayhem, remind them of what happened around Archangel Michael - which was WONDERFULLY effective PR - and make them think the Guardian Angel is a Good soul."
"I like it," I agreed, also for the additional reason that it'd serve as a small introduction to the Guardian Angel starting to interact with us in non-protective ways. Eventually it'll be able to fetch my forgotten jackets from restaurants and fly me and my girlfriends around the country during daylight.
It's quite an amazing thrill to be so close to animals as powerful as a fully grown cougar and bear, so it took a while for everyone to get enough of them, especially Donna, but eventually breakfast won the day.
We went inside where I reheated breakfast while Mom warned Donna, "Don't play with wild animals unless Mark says it's safe!" Donna rolled her eyes.
We got busy eating our food. I released the animals a species at a time, keeping the carnivores to last.
Listening to the radio during breakfast, I was surprised to learn that all-news radio stations are a good source of news. I'd expected the lack of visuals to be a serious deficit because there was no pictures of a scene, no body language cues, etc. But in many ways it was better than TV because its news stories were mostly designed to inform, whereas on TV they're mostly to hook and entertain.
A night without attacks from the Guardian Angel had confirmed what the public had suspected when it'd gone to bed last night: that it was all over. The Guardian Angel had delivered its warning, had inflicted its punishment on the perpetrators of the inexplicably stupid assassination attempt, and was now presumably going to wait and see if the Government did anything stupid again. The public was REALLY hoping that the Government didn't!
I liked to think that the Washington-based Government decision makers, especially in the FBI, CIA, NSA and every other nasty organization, hoped so too. It was hard to imagine that they'd agree to do anything against our family ever again, knowing that all of their friends and family could be atomized. The angel didn't have any W80s any more, but they should be smart enough not to rely on that.
Washingtonians had a three-hour start on the day compared to us, so they'd gotten past the "Thank God nothing happened" reaction and were now discussing less immediate issues. Things like "What is the nature of the angel?" According to its last email, its stealing the nukes had apparently been intended to teach the Washingtonians what it felt like to live with the fear of "undeserved death-at-any-moment," a lesson they'd learned very well. The latest email also implied the previous one's promise to blow up 1, 2 or 4 W80s had been a trick, or maybe even a lie. Are angels allowed to lie?
It was pointed out, to no one's enjoyment, "The first email might not be a lie. If someone kills Mark Anderson, the angel might set off four W80s. It could take more of them off the Air Force, or maybe it could make its own bombs. It implied it could do that when it said, 'You would not believe I could create such effects.' The FBI would be crazy to rely on the hope that the angel can't keep its word. From what we've learned about angels since Archangel Michael appeared in LA, I'd say they seem very good at keeping their word."
That the Guardian Angel had deliberately and brutally killed was discussed too. It'd killed the skinheads outside our property's gates, which had certainly shocked many people, but that didn't have the same impact that killing two such important people had. Nobody felt personally threatened by my killing the skinheads because everybody else considered themselves better than those scum. But my killing two very prominent men meant ordinary people were not safe from the same treatment. The Guardian Angel would, it now seemed obvious, kill anyone to perform its job.
The Guardian Angel had warned the American people that they were now responsible for the acts of their Government, and that was a VERY uncomfortable feeling! The Government had an awful track record of screwing things up in general and repeatedly attacking the Andersons in particular, and the Government had also been totally unable to stop the angel doing whatever it wanted. It was a worrying situation and there were calls for "Someone to do something to ensure the Andersons will be left alone." People were very anxious about that because no one had yet given them a reason why the Government kept attacking the Andersons. MANY people wanted to know that and were demanding to be told, but the Government wasn't saying anything sensible or believable, which made it even harder to have faith that the Government wouldn't try to attack the Andersons yet again.
The language structure of the two Guardian Angel emails received comments. People were confused by that, especially by the grammar getting worse. The second email was "almost alien", suggested some people. It was a very confusing situation, because maybe God, Archangel Michael, the unnamed angel that did the resurrection, and the Guardian Angel, were all aliens who were using humanity's beliefs as a smokescreen? Or maybe God really is God, but the angels are aliens? Or maybe just Guardian Angels are alien? Or maybe God has always been God but is also an alien? There were some very confusing questions and no way to get answers. (In case you're curious, I'd used such bad grammar in the latest email just to be confusing. I liked how well that works. That no one could work out why the UAV had targeted my parents, for example, was fueling a seemingly endless debate; "debate" meaning "screaming accusations" because that's how politics works.)
Further confusing the "It's an Alien" theory was that no one could suggest a sensible motive for why aliens would do what had been done. For example, the Guardian Angel had given the nukes back, presuming it'd returned the real ones, so stealing our weapons didn't seem to be a likely explanation. That Mark Anderson had been resurrected was also a major indicator of Godliness, again presuming that wasn't a fake. Which it did actually appear to be - a white boy's soul swapped into a Black guy's body, gimme a break! - but incompetent con jobs had never before been followed by unstoppable, overwhelming attacks on multiple USAF bases. It was a very confused situation, although there was absolutely no confusion about whether it'd be a good or bad idea to upset the Guardian Angel again.
I'd done the cooking so I got let off the dishes, although there were fewer of them than normal even for camp cooking. The girls did those, while we all discussed what to do next.
There were quite a few possibilities for our return home, so the conversation took a while, but by 8:30am we'd decided.
We packed up our gear, leaving our non-perishable food in the cabin. Just in case something messy happens at home which requires me to prove I'd been at the cabin, I borrowed a blank page out of one of the girl's school pads and wrote a note thanking the cabin owner for the use of his cabin, apologized for not asking him first, and told him we'd left our spare food for him. I didn't sign it or name who we were as we preferred people to know as little as possible about our movements, but the handwriting and fingerprints would match if we asked for them to be tested in the event that I needed to establish an alibi.
I floated us down to the car, removed the trees covering it, loaded us up, and we floated east down the valley.
I flew us at treetop level while there was nothing but trees under us, then at ground level when I could do so. We were still flying, as the ground was undriveable, but staying low made it harder for anyone in the area to see us, and from a distance it might look reasonable. I chose a route out of the hills that avoided all signs of population, until we were low enough that I could see a usable road. Then Dad started the car and took over the driving; my job being using sight blobs to scout for trouble.
We picked up the interstate near Roseburg, then headed north. We turned off I-5 and onto 99W at Eugene, because that gave us more options if my overwatch sight blob saw any trouble ahead of us.
Several miles south of Corvallis my blob noticed a late-model car parked a few yards behind some bushes. It was in a spot where the two young men in it were getting good looks at the north-bound cars, which they were observing very intently. I got Dad to pull over to the shoulder and advance slowly.
When we were closer, I could see their car had a law enforcement radio. They had some paperwork with them but I couldn't open it up without their seeing it happen. We backtracked a bit, headed west, then turned north onto Bellfountain Road, which ran into the west side of Corvallis. It'd add a few minutes to the trip, but we weren't in a hurry anyway.
Bellfountain had another pair of observers parked over the crest of a hill, so I got Dad to park while I walked through cover to get close enough to investigate properly. I used a stone to tap on their back bumper and when one of them got out to check what was causing the sound, I was able to open the file for some quick looks. Our photos, the details of the SUV we were in, and orders from the Portland office of the Secret Service to report any sighting of us but do nothing else.
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Off to dinner. April came to hug Kona and told us to go away. I found six cars and two minivans in the drive when I got back to the mansion. Inside I heard talking from the dining room. Inside I saw eight sets of adults sitting dressed around the table. Everyone under eighteen was naked and sitting on a towel. I’m sure Yuki has some magic potion that works on adults too. You fucked like rabbits most of last night and today, yet these naked teens have your juices flowing. “Ah, there you...
The one-week window for our swap had come and gone. I was still Kara, and Peter was still himself/herself. Carol and I were happy, and life looked good. It was Sunday, just before noon, and I had rented a car so that we could take a little trip. The phone rang and I answered. Carol listened as I said, "Just got in? It went as I said? You're there now? OK, I'll be there as soon as I can. Goodbye." "Are you going out, Mistress?" "Yes, Slave Carol, and I want you to come along. Better...
Sunday, August 14 to Thursday, September 1, 2005 "Moving In Day" for the mansion - when all the renovations were scheduled to be completed - was promised to be August 23, the day after we'd fly out on our honeymoon. We weren't going to miss the work though. The Main House's renovations had very little effect on our moving in process, as they were restricted to one master bedroom and the basement wall, which were isolated jobs and quickly finished. [As it turned out, my wing's...
Sunday, June 12, 2005 (Continued) After dinner it was Carol's turn to visit me for 'studying'. I patted my lap, and was very pleased to see that she was happy to climb on. I hadn't expected her to be anything other than happy, as the attention I'd been paying to Carol over the last three weeks had produced a Carol who thoroughly enjoyed my company, attention and compliments. Carol asked, "I don't understand what's going on. Why are you being so affectionate to me these days, and...
Thursday, April 21, 2005 (Continued) Lily drove up exactly on time. I met her at the front door, and commented on her punctuality. Lily said, "Julia say very important." "I thought you'd be on time. Julia and I are both impressed by your attitude to what we're doing." "I know you special man." #2:
Wednesday, April 20, 2005 (Continued) When our meal ended, Vanessa said, "Donna, do you want to do the dishes with me so I can tell you some things that will help you convince Mark that you're growing into a mature young woman?" Helping with the dishes, something Donna often does anyway, was an inconsequential cost for such useful advice. She eagerly agreed. Vanessa added, "You three go and make your phone calls." Carol said, "I'll help with the dishes too. Julia doesn't need my...
Monday, June 27, 2005 This chapter has jumped ahead four days. Not much happened over summer that was relevant to my ascendancy, so day-by-day reporting isn't needed. ^ A couple of days after Savannah's test ride in my new car, I invited my soccer team to Julia's, excluding the guys who'd just graduated, had serious girlfriends, were virgins, or were too immature for what I had in mind. That left five of them. That many because they didn't actually have to be mature, just be able to...
Saturday, May 7, 2005 (Continued) Both cars parked in front of my home and we all got out. Prof told me, "We need to introduce you to the guards first." One of the guards was standing close to us, the other much farther back, which struck me as a sensible tactic, based on my extensive knowledge of security procedures, gleaned from several years of TV watching. The guards obviously knew Prof and Vanessa, who introduced me. The Williamses stayed with me until I'd unlocked the door, let us...
Friday, September 2 to Sunday, September 25, 2005 (Continued) I announced that we didn't have time for another group Cutie-Duckling date before school restarted. Although I had a lot of other things going on, such as the Target Game's coming to a head, there would've been time for another Cutie-Duckling group date if I'd wanted one, but I delayed it while I waited to see if there was any fallout from the last group grope. At the speed the Cutie-Ducklings were running ahead of my plans,...
Thursday, May 26 to Sunday, June 12, 2005 I woke up feeling GOOD. It had been far too long since that had happened. I sent a sight blob to check a computer for the date and time: Thursday at 1am. I checked on Prof. The light was dim, but I could see that he appeared okay. His face had filled out and he looked his normal self. Hoping I wouldn't find them at this ridiculous time, I checked the waiting room. No loved ones, but yet another cop. When I'd cut my hand, my non-kiatsu healing...
Friday, April 15, 2005 I woke at my usual time, to the sound of my two wives quietly talking. Julia was describing how she was learning to drive a car, which reminded me that I was allowed to try for my license when my cast was off, which would hopefully happen this evening. They were both pressed against my body, which was a nice way to wake up. I said, "Good morning, my beautiful wives." They declared the same back at me, with one important variation, then started raining kisses on me....
Friday, April 15, 2005 (Continued) I quite like soup, provided there's plenty of it. There was a big pot, so no worries there. It was very tasty too. Even better than Mom makes, although I couldn't understand why. I'd seen Julia cut up the veggies and they'd looked ordinary to me. I said, "This is delicious soup. How come it's so tasty?" Julia said, "It's all in the stock." I was about to ask "Stock of what?" when Carol asked, "Yes, it's delicious. Can I get the recipe from...
Friday, April 15, 2005 (Continued) Carol had not returned by the time Julia and I had finished our snack. Julia said Carol would return when she wanted to. Carol eventually rejoined us about forty five minutes after she'd skipped out. I looked at my watch and said, "Good grief, how could you spend so long jilling yourself in the bathroom?" Carol indignantly defended herself, "What sort of sexual pervert do you think I am! I only spent five minutes in the bathroom. Honestly! Just...
Saturday, April 30, 2005 I woke at about 2:45am, climbed over Julia, sent Chloe's text message, then - after some fooling around to work out how because I'm not very technologically adept - I turned Julia's phone off. I was looking forward to finding out whether Chloe had stayed up waiting for that text. After my first breakfast, I had a nice, long, highly productive study session. My most productive session yet, even with the time I took off to finalize my BCC electives for Vanessa....