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Mike Pinocchio ([personal profile] forthedog) wrote2012-05-30 04:27 pm
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There's a point to all this dreaming

The metal clangs under his feet--he realizes after a few seconds of it that the floor isn't solid, it's grated, and under it there are hundreds of massive, turning gears.

They're standing over a giant meat grinder.

The little things with their long knives are swarming at them. He's firing, firing, emptying rounds into the room, but they keep coming, cutting at his legs, knocking him down. He hears a scream, high and wordless and terrified, and he sees Neil's twisted face in the dimness, sees them take him and lift him up, blood running over the metal grating as they carry him away. He's trying to crawl, dragging himself across the floor as beneath him that massive infernal machine grinds and grinds, and he sees another quick, moon-like flash of Neil's face as the knives go to work and Neil is screaming--

He's screaming. Sitting up in bed, the sheets soaked with sweat. Alone.

Quiet.

The window by the bed is open and breeze moves across his bare skin. For a few moments he just sits there in darkness mottled by city lights, trying to breathe normally again. And all he can think, with what little coherence he has at some ungodly hour of the fucking night, is that on a long enough timeframe all dreams might come true.

It takes him another five minutes to come to a decision.

He drags himself out of bed and pulls on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, splashes some water on his face and spares himself a look in the bathroom mirror. He looks pale, hollow-eyed. He looks like what he is, which is a man who hasn't been sleeping well the last two nights. And that, coupled with the city's change before, means that he hasn't gotten decent sleep in about a week.

Fuck this.

He could just go, he thinks. Just head out the door. But that feels a little too much like a month ago, a little too much like something dark and crashing, so instead he heads back into the bedroom, sinks down onto the bed, picks up the cell phone and dials Neil's number.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-05-27 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
I take the fastest fucking shower known to man, refusing to linger on it... refusing to think about him like I really want to. There's a part of me that doesn't want to wash him away. The lingering smell of him on my skin, on my clothes, in my hair. If I let myself linger on it, I'll lose my fucking mind.

More than I have already.

I'm still damp when I pull on my clothes, hair messy around my face and dripping wet and when he walks back in, I'm barefoot in front of the fridge. I'm still learning this kitchen. Nothing feels quite right. All these packaged foods and factory-made appliances.

I look over my shoulder at him, hyper aware of every fucking movement he makes, and I say, "There's coffee in the pot."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-05-27 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
"You been married for a fuckin' year, you get kinda used to it," I admit with a cough of laughter, but even if this is something I'm used to, I can't claim that it doesn't feel strange. It's been so long, and there are so many things that aren't the way their supposed to be.

Bending down to grab a mixing bowl, I wonder if I ought to be embarrassed that I've outfitted my kitchen with things like pots and pans and mixing bowls, flour and milk and eggs, like I'll be cooking for a family, instead of just me.

I don't know if I'll ever be able to explain to him how empty this apartment feels and how much I hate the quiet.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-05-27 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I think I got it," I admit, flashing him a faint grin as I scoop out the flour, a fine dust of it rising into the air when it hits the bottom of the bowl with a plop.

"Tom was always better at this than me."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-05-27 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
"I know," I murmur, cracking an egg into the bowl and trying not to think about how in conflict something so domestic seems, when he's talking about Tom being in danger.

"I don't like thinkin' 'bout him still bein' there."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-05-29 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know," I whisper, something clinching in my gut, all sharp, brittle edges and self-pity. The two of them are supposed to be together. I'm just the one that managed to wedge myself between them for a little while. It's fucking pathetic, but there's a part of me that can't help but feel that way.

"Maybe he will be," I shrug, only half paying attention while I stir the batter, the pan on the stove and heating up.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-05-29 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I want him here," I murmur, scooping batter out onto the pan. Usually, there's something comforting in that sizzle, the warm smell of the batter cooking, but now, all it's doing is making me miss things I'll probably never have again.

"Even if he didn't remember."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-05-29 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
His hand's warm, burning through the fabric of my t-shirt and I let out a shuddering breath, eyes welling up with tears, blurring my view of the stove.

"'s got nothin' to do with that," I say, voice hoarse to the point that it hardly sounds like mine.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-05-29 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm pretty sure that's just me bein' fuckin' stupid," I admit with a snort of laughter, feeling suddenly colder when he moves away.

Dashing the back of my wrist across my eyes, I flip the pancakes over, clearing my throat and nodding toward the cabinet closest to him. "You mind grabbing me some plates?"
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-05-29 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
Coughing out a laugh, I reach out to take one of the plates from him, scooping up a stack of pancakes onto it to make room on the pan for more batter.

Handing him the bottle of syrup, real maple which was always rare on the island, I say, "They kinda look like a set we had at the bar." Not handmade like those, but the same colors.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-05-29 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Go ahead, man. Those are gonna get cold," I say to him, watching the pan on the stove so I don't have to look at him.

All I want is to fucking kiss him. It's stupid, but it's true. The fact that I can't seem to do that is driving me fucking crazy.

"Yeah, it would be. Wouldn't be the same, though. Maybe I'll just... do somethin' different. I dunno."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-05-29 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, but... I dunno. I kinda want to do somethin' different," I admit, my back to him but acutely aware of every single move he makes.

"Just don't got a fuckin' clue what."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-05-29 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
"The fuck are you talkin' 'bout?" I laugh, flipping the next batch over and glancing over my shoulder at him with a grin, forgetting for a moment how fucking hard it is just to look at him.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-05-29 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"So, what? Are you gonna teach me?" I ask, my grin falling but only by a fraction. Regardless, I'm not sure I'd turn it down. He's probably right, anyway.

This place isn't safe. I'm not sure the island was, either, we were just better at saying in denial.

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