Purple Monster

Snake helped her pack away her decks Bodge as always sodded off, the Punk wished Snake would go as well as her resolve was fast leaving her. He looked like a physists she had once know who looked like a teacher she’d once learned with who looked like… the list went on and on and she didn’t wish to add anyone else to it.

Besides Snake was a good friend and she wanted to keep him for as long as possible and when they turned into lovers they never lasted as long, they always felt their betrayels more than she did, their guilt gnawring at they’re belly’s. She didn’t want that for him, for her for them. He was that ghost again and he should remain just that a ghost and not a concrete memory.

He got her another two beers and they headed out to the lock up.

‘You were great tonight.’ he said gently – she ignored him.

He helped her unload the decks unsutterly brushing against her, she was getting angerer. They locked up the equipment and then tehy were in the corridor. And then he standing in her face, his boney fingers caressing her cheek, her heart raced and the world shot away. Just him only him he lent in to kiss her. The anger snapped and she punched him. He made a soft ‘o’ sound and slumped away from her.

She ran – all the way back to her room, tears burning in her eyes, anger, shame, excitement pushing at her. She didn’t actually burst into tears until she was in her room. She looked at her reflextion the flushed checks and tears streaming, red eyes raw and brighter than normal even her contacts not hiding the emrald shine to them. Her make-up remained annoyingly perfect like everything in this new world. She took the shape clip out of her hair and watch the moheccian loose coherance, magenta hair cascaded down to rest on her shoulders.

Her pink lips pouted in frustratio, big and full and desperate to kiss. Damn him! Friendship thats what she needed not another lover to leave her cold. Not that it really mattered to her as she withered inside everytime one of her friends died and she’d had alot of them over the years – they all faded with time – she knew she’d fogotten more than she could remember but that just somehow made it worse – she’d rather remember them all clearly or none at all rather than have stronge vibrant memories she knew would drift away from her.

She punch the hard shiny surface of her desk dresser – stark white like so much else in the room.

The hotel siddehly seemed closed in to her – she wanted to swim. She headed to the door and then remembered she was in her still suit, sighing she removed the acid pink bomber and stripped from the suit syphoning off the days bounty of purified bodily fluids – it was just sweat as in a built up civilised zone like the Holiday islands she didn’t bother cathertering up – that was for deep desert and the orbitals.

She changed into her swimming gear – neon pink and less reveiling than the current fashion would have her. She padded bare foot down the hall to the pool – she wanted to swim in the salt of the sea but things were still alittle too polluted, and she didn’t really want random radioactives being absorbed into her body becuase it had mistaken them for calcium or something – bone cancer was not something she particulally wanted.

The smell of the sea cuaght her – so close but she’d resisted for this long.

She climbed into the warm chlorinated water of the swimming pool – there was a wave machine running on its minimium setting sending little ripples through the water – the moon was bright in the sky the orbitals were highlighted by it somehow giving the impression of ghost ships in the sky. The pool was deserted she swam, stretching her long arms and legs out looking graceful and gangly at the same time. Her muscels where defined and altheltic looking, she felt the burn from the dance routines and the tension from seeing the strange goth-madoner melt away in her strokes.

She was an efficient swimmer the water seemed a natural medium to her, she would spend all day in a pool if she could. In many ways the holiday islands were the best possible place for music, mechanics to tinker with, sea food and water to swim in but it couldn’t reveal what she needed to her but for now it was a place she could recover.

Besides she really did need to pay the Corp back for the Sky Bike.

She dived under the surface her magenta hair streaming around her in a purple tinged cloud as she twisted round and kicked her feet together. Again the strange fancy she always had since an old Dutch fairy tale had landed in her lap – she was a mermaid, she could breath under water she was part of the ocean.

She difted to the surface and lay floating on her back the remnant heat of the day stroking her face. In quieter times when she had a full belly and there was no maniacs after her she often pondered the mermaid thing – oh she knew she wasn’t but she did love fish and swimming so.

She became awear that someone else was there – not sure how but a vague prickling of her scalp – with out the hair former in she shouldn’t have been feeling anything like it but she was. She turned her head slowely gently to the side so as to not allow who ever it was to realise she had rumbled them.

‘Snake!’ she hissed angerily. He slinked out of the shadows looking guilty and like he thought she was going to kill him. She didn’t know weather to laugh or cry.

‘erm..’ he said shifting clumsily from foot to foot. ‘I’m sorry…’ he blushed and with resignation she rolled over and swam to the side of the pool and hoisted herself out. Poised at the side of the pool she glowed luminous giving the impression of a coiled cat. She stood and shook herself, the magenta hair lay in dark ribbons around her face, Snake stood there gormluss mouth open and hair tinged blue in the lighting.

‘I thought…’ he begain and then thought better of what ever it was he was going to say – it didn’t matter though she had literially heard it all before. She smiled sadly at him, He handed her her towl – it was retro kitch with the picture of some hideously cute cat on it with a flower by one of it’s ears.

She patted herself down and then begain to walk to her room again – she couldn’t quiet decided weather she wanted to be on her own or not. Snake followed behind uncertainly. At her door he begain to hope from foot to foot she sighed heavily.

‘You coming in for coffee or what?’ He looked at her with bright eyes – blue – he’d taken the turn table contacts out. It was a viscous question in some ways – she knew he hated coffee and yet it was the standard way to give someone permission to enter your room, it had been for a couple of hundred years. He nodded without thinking and followed her in.

A maliscous smile pulled at her lips as she put the kettle on – she’d make him a cup and see what happened she was still narked with him well aware that the issues where all hers – that just made her more annoyed at him though.

He looked at the cup of black liquid and gingerlly pretended to sip it, she saw distaste and fear skitter across his face. He then put the steaming liquid on her white cabinate. She giggled at his unease and then suddenly she was having a laughing fit, he looked at her smiling uncertianly.

‘You hate coffee!’ she snorted, he looked angry for a moment but then chuckeled.

‘Well yes.’ He said grinning lopsided.

‘Do you want a smoothy?’ she asked through snorts. He nodded and she fetch a glass.

They both sat on the bed as there wasn’t really anywhere else, ‘I’m sorry’ he said agian, ‘I must have misread things.’ She ingnored the statement.

‘What do you want from life?’ she asked suddenly suprising herself.

‘erm…’ he begain uncertianly, she smiled sadly as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassement. ‘I sort of want a family – but like way down the line.’ She nodded she could tell that, had known it about him since the first week they’d worked together. They did a kids disco every wednesday afternoon and his body language had shown her that answer.

‘You don’t want me Snake.’ she said quietly.

‘I know were too young for kids and stuff’ he said. She snorted again but without the merryment that statement was more than rediculous when applied to her.

‘Snake’ she said heavily, ‘I can’t have kids’ this conversation was the one that always killed her inside. The silence stretched.

‘But there are doctors and stuff these days…’ she shrugged and looked away – it was true though she doubted they would be able to do much, not yet.

‘They can even grow wombs if you don’t have one.’ He blushed obviously thinking he’d been insensitive which as always he had. He was so young, so kind, she felt her eyes burn. NO! She had seen battle fields and never cried what was happening to her in this safe moddecoddled world?

‘I have a womb, I just have the wronge chromosone set up or something.’ She stared straight ahead.

He sighed and moved in closer to her. He touched her cheek with his long fingers – they were cold. ‘We could like adopt or do a surrogate or something?…’ He stammered a qualifier ‘in the future of course.’

She smiled he hadn’t been the first to suggest that either but that brought its own problems and hardships she could not bear, perants should not outlive children her stomach churned.

She shook her head locking the tears away with the thousands of others she had refused to shed. He moved in closer, his body pressing in next to her. ‘Look thats all way off in the future, we don’t have to think on them, you might decide you hate me or something way before then.’

She looked at him, looked at his young eyes, looked at the ghost she always saw in these boys and knew she had fallen again, knew her soul was going to be shredded in extacy and pain once more. She stroked his cheek and smiled faintly. She pulled him closer to her and kissed him bitting his lower lip. He jumped and then wrapped his arms around her pulling her as close as he could, it was like he was trying to devour her.

Urgantly he shrugged off his coat and she rocked them back unsutly onto the bed, twenty minutes later and she was turning the light off, curled up with him under the thin sheet. His warmth was pleasant on her back even if his breathing deep and heavy already was annoyingly ticklish. It was only as concousness drifted from her that she wondered were on earth her alarm clock had got too. The lumonous dial should have been staring at her from the window sill. She decided she must have nocked it down adn forgot about it in an exhorsted sleep haze.

Posted: Saturday, November 7th, 2009 @ 11:35 pm
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