Buzzing

Andre woke to the sound of his alarm clock buzzing.Now,he had to get up.He had set the clock on the small table at the foot of the bed.He rubbed his eyes with his left hand,wishing them to work,"Shit,6:30 already?"

The End Of The beginning...

"I must make them find stronger love with different people,"begins LMDC,"And with this DNA passion corrupter,'she holds up a small flat something or other,"that should be easy."

"Then go,"Orders Loyal without giving further orders.And they vanish.

LMDC/Tipid/Loyal

LMDC and Tipid instantly dissolve and just as quickly reappear-but this time as their modern counterparts.Loyal hands them the tool and says,"You must take this and go back to the 'past point'."

"I already know my mission,"states LMDC.

Reaction/Point/Neither

Tipid and LMDC both appear.Yet,both are neither."We are from your future," Tipid says,"The VI have distorted your present.They subtly drugged Timber.Your actions will soon cause a reaction that will destroy us.You must give your LMDC this tool and have her go back to the 'Past Point'.She already knows what to do."

Hesitation/Mission/Lunar

Loyal knows that Timber has gone more then 'native'.And,by Al-Yeshua,the truth is that this is not Timber.Timber,his mate,is already dead.Without hesitation,he waves his hand over the lunar orb,and the being that was Timber dissolves away."LMDC,"Loyal says into the com-link,"I have a mission for you."

Wig/Liberation/Instant

The vision moves forward:A judge,sitting with a high wig,white face and a pitchfork,pronounces,"For causing the 'liberation' and 'destruction' of an 1,000 year line,you are hereby banished from our planet.Any attempts of re-nativizing yourself will meet with your instant death and a declaration of war between our two states"

Though he cringes at the thought,Loyal admits,"It takes some doing to get yourself booted out of Hell."

Yanks/His/Bigger

The smaller boy who is on top of the bigger,now reaches through the top of the bars in a panic filled desperation.His hand seems to be reaching for something.Suddenly,he finds it,and yanks.The cage releases and goes spiralling downward towards the lava.

Reward/Labor/Chest

With the cage rocking,the father quickly takes the advantage and quites the henchmen.The reward for their labor is calm.Timber takes a weapon from one of the down men and expertly throws it into the father's chest,"I want that baby in it's mother's milk:NOW!"

Smashs/Scramble/Safe

The floors are wood.As long as the family stays away from the bars they are relatively safe.The thugs scramble-poking into the cage.The father smashes his stick against theirs and then smashes them personally when they come close.Soon the thugs are bloody.

Either/Occupants/Fur

The purpose of the electric sticks is to touch them against the metal bars of the cage to stun it's occupants.Simple-easy.But the father has his own weapon-a stick with fur on either end.The boys start rocking the cage.

Veteran/Gate/Responds

But they do not go bravely.Their electric sticks shake in their hands.The family responds likewise.The nursing mother and child to the center of the cage;the two boys towards a corner-the smaller hopping on the larger's shoulders,and the father-with the mad mad eyes of a veteran soldier-towards the gate.

Gentle/Thugs/Sticks

Pointing to this gentle family,Timber gives her order"I want the nursing child...boiled in it's mother's milk."
"Yes,'em,"says the minor official.He quickly snaps his fingers and two henchmen/thugs holding electric sticks head towards their cage.

Siblings/Spill/Sharing

Timber finishes the man and puts the spill to the man's mouth.Suddenly,she sees a cage off in the distance with what seems like a somewhat normal family unit.The woman is breast feeding an infant.The man is sharing gruel with two well behaved male siblings.

Chains/Male/Lava

In cages hanging from chains hooked to far up ceilings are naked people.Some crates are so small that there is no room for the child to do anything but to stand pressed upright against the bars.Others swinging over what is a canyon of molten lava are human families.There is no mercy in these cages.An adult male is sexually having his way with a small boy.In another,an animistic woman is jumping up and down on the head of a dead female.They spill urine and feces at will where they are standing.Timber,excited and titillated,grabs the man sex toy's member and starts making him grow.Loyal is horrified.

Mirage/Air/Oppressive

The heat is oppressive.Wrinkles that are almost invisible wave through the air.Loyal half expects to see a mirage in the distance.What he does see is a vision from Dante's Infernal.Hell is real,so it seems.

Manly/Radiates/Hand

Timber,still strapped in her seat squirms and moans as the thought vision changes.She,is now dressed in thin heat retardant official gear and traveling down an ancient hand carved stone hallway.She is with some minor official and a manly sex toy whom is naked from the waist down.As they turn the corner,heat radiates in a huge blast towards them.They have reached the main entrance.

Unsettles/Hanging/Yarn

Loyal has known Hell before this,but seeing Timber this way highly unsettles him.Perhaps hanging with humans has softened him[I'm an archangel for crying out loud!].Either way,he forces the device forward-pass this yarn of excess.

Pops/Sprinkled/Naked

A naked fat man with a small penis steps besides Timber.He grabs her main course by her blond hair and lifts.The top of the skull pops off revealing a mixture of blended brain sprinkled with a red sugar like powder.Timber takes a spoonful and then with it still in her mouth,takes in the man.

Passionately/Themselves/Induced

Loyal sees that there must have be some type of drug induced into the flesh of the heads.Men and women start loosing their inhibitions-stripping themselves of their clothing-passionately kissing and foundling each other...all the while still devouring the child-head meats.

Lion/Peppermint/About

Each table has one such head(that she herself received one for only herself must have meant that it was considered a honor to her position).But,how does one go about eating a human head?She glances at the other guests.With their steely knifes,they are each attacking their face like a lion devouring a zebra Kill.Timber slices a bit of the girl's cheek and puts it in her mouth.Mmmm...peppermint.

Poke/Threatened/hip

Timber always considers herself more hip,than square,but when the server in the skimpy maid's costume lifts up the lid to her food tray...underneath is the severed head of the chubby cheeked girl.There is a garnish around her severed neck,an there is an apple in the girl's small round mouth.Her dead unseeing eyes bulge out of their sockets as if in the end of her life she knew she was being threatened with her own death.To Timber''s amazement,the eyes continue to poke out of the once pretty girl's skull.

Ramp/Killer/Moment

The killer moment is done.Brilliant lights flash on and off.Woman in Skimpy maid outfits push trays between the corpses and down a ramp,out into the dinning area.It is the main course.Each dish is covered with a large silver lid."Hmmm,"wonders Timber,"What could be under this covering?"

Question/Umbrella/Jeopardy

Strangely,Timber does not feel herself in any way in jeopardy.She does not question the brutality of the soldier's actions.Far from it.She feels right at home watching this show.Like she should be drinking from an umbrella drink,relaxing on a beach.Well,she justifies her thoughts to herself,this is Hell after all.

Hardly/Yesterday/Orange

There is hardly any time for Timber to register the taste of citrus on her tongue when the VI thrust their swords into each other's bellies and violently push upwards.Yesterday,she had only heard of such spectacles,but now,with the taste of sweet orange in her mouth,Timber marvels as the soldiers keep killing until they are all dead.

Foreign/Period/Zest

There is a foreign taste to the sweet meat;a citrus zest,so to speak,that Timber finds most appealing.Meanwhile,in the period it has taken her to comprehend this delight,the VI finish doing magic tricks with their swords.Suddenly,each of the remaining twelve soldiers divides into pairs across from each other.They grab each other by their head hair.

Wrap/Disappointed/Going

Timber knows that no one is going to be disappointed with this delicious finger food dish.It is similar to Vienna sausage except for the fact that each sausage having a tissue thin outer-skin wrap.The meat is extremely sweet and melts in her mouth.And a sip of the blood wine seems to compliment it's taste even further.

Nation/Broke/Memorial

There seemed nothing memorial about the lapsed off head.The performers never even broke their stride.The servers took away the first dish and replaced it with a second-a little something called 'Hell Nation Finger Food'-as though nothing unusual had even happened.

Generate/Envy/Venus

The twirling blades can generate envy from any world's best swordsmen,be it Venus,Mars,Heaven or Earth.These soldiers are definitely VI*.Suddenly,in their harrowing dance,a man is left alone[sort of like in musical chairs].Without knowing by whom,his severed head falls just before his body.The diners cheer.










*VI pronounced VEE EYE

Thirteen/Miss/Window

Through the picture window Timber sees thirteen soldiers march from the disabled ship to the small stage in front of where the party has been dining.They all draw out their swords ,twirling them close to each other's heads.The swords do not miss their mark by much.

Gorgeous/Carbohydrates/Nibble

A gorgeous plate of greens with a flaky tender looking meat wrapped in a flat unleavened bread and covered with a thick yellow creamy sauce is set in front of her.Timber thinks that there are probably enough carbohydrates in this appetizer to choke a cow...even if she only takes a nibble or two.

Anniversary/Is/Doctor

"Finally,"finished Simon 9 raising his glass of blood-red wine,"This is history in the making.As we sit down to a dinner of Hell's finest dishes,and as we are entertained by Doctor Crobe's 'Blackwater Army',I offer a toast:'Let the memories of this historic occurrence always be celebrated on the yearly anniversary date of this momentous occasion on both Heaven and Hell."

"Here!Here!"went the crowd.

Boogie/Chase/Exit

Simon 9 continues his speech,"The people of Heaven have long though of us as the 'Boogie men' hiding beneath their bed's,and we have thought of them as the 'Square Self-Righteous Asses' trying to hold us down.The truth is...is that we must chase these self fulfilling images out the exit door.With Archangel Timber Lionise as the new ambassador to Hell,we will soon gain acceptance of each other's cultures .And that will lead to a better understanding of both cultures and ,then,hopefully to a lasting peace."

Captain/Delicate/Again

"Never again will our relationship be so delicate that we will not be able to captain our ship of friendship together,to fight for the common causes of justice,peace and prosperity."

Hate/Partnership/Seduce

Timber is taken to the formal dinning hall of Hell Capitol.Amongst the lavishly dressed upper crust guests stands the famous moving statue,'Entwined'.A devil and an angel perpetually wrestling.

Simon 9 goes to the podium to speak."There can be no better place for these new beginnings between Heaven and Hell,then right here,"He begins,speaking directly to Timber(and therefore everyone else)."For the first time we are trying not to hate;we are trying not to seduce;we are trying to work together.This will be a new 'partnership'.The dawn of a new day of understanding."

Sweat/Grace/Late

"We are running late,"Simon 9 says to Timber in whispered tones,"But if you could grace us with your presence for just one more formality..."

"No sweat,"intones Timber back to him.

Always/Tangle/Unprotected

Simon 9 quickly rushes Timber away from the tangle of people servicing the crippled ship,simply stating that the group is unprotected in case the transport leaks any contaminates."That's always the excuse when someone wants something not to be seen,"thinks Timber.

Legendary/Vibrate/Damaged

Continuing her travels,Timber is taken through the rest of the port.She feels the ground vibrate and looks up.A hugh heavily damaged military transport is desending.

Pickle/Cheeks/Dance

Timber's thoughts wrap around the thin air and leave an image clear as a bell for Loyal to see....
....She has just descended from her ship and the delegation from Hell-lead by Simon 9 himself-is leading her to a dance troop of little girls wearing fancy pickle dresses.Their hair is twisted in ponytails,they all have the happiest smiles imaginable.

"The class is all aware and honored that you will be having the great honor of choosing one,and I am afraid only one,of them for dinner tonight.Be my guess and choose any one of the girls you would so choose."

Timber smiles,these beautiful girls are not what she has expected from Hell at all,"That pretty one over there,"Timber says smiling,"The one with the cutest rosy cheeks."

Congested/Bubble/Burn

"This may burn,"she hears the voice say.She feels a prick and then a fizzy-bubble upon bubble congested sort of feeling enter her head.Hallucinating{or thinking she is},her thoughts appear to her in what we would consider a word balloon...but with pictures.

"Tell me about Hell,"she hears the voice say.

Hello/Lush/Alter

[Somewhat Later]:"Hello?"Somewhere deep inside her Timber hears a voice."Hello?"She hears again.She wakes with a start.Her hands and feet are bond.A smooth lush cloth covers her eyes,but that does not alter the fact that she has somehow become someone's prisoner.

Avoid/Spin/Extention

Nothing Loyal can do now can avoid the spin of deception on his part.It is an extention of the situation.He must tie Timber down and ask her questions.Only then can he get to the root of the matter.

Center/Tax/Wonder

Loyal closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nostrils.Her DNA has been manipulated.No need to wonder by whom.Destiny or free will?It does not tax his brain.In the end,the center of the debate is irrelevant.Life goes forward.

Sometimes/Golden/Quiz

Loyal takes the leaf over to the golden rule and places it under it's teek light.He presses in Timber's code.The results aren't so much from a test,but rather,more from a quiz.Sometimes that is all you really need.

Solo/Delicate/Leaf

He goes to the old-centuries old-Catholic Bible on his mission desk and opens the book gently.Inside of it is a solo,delicate maple leaf.The perfect place to hide DNA memory shifts.If it is or isn't Timber-he will soon find out.

Headstand/Cadillac/Blind

He must be blind not to have seen it before.The thrust of a cadillac converter explosion would make any transfer of the owner's code nearly impossible.The headstand to the cheater helmet was just too unstable.That was why they have always transferred via fishing line.Shit!Loyal hopes he isn't too late.

Ample/Well/Create

Loyal grasps his faith stone and emerges from the bath.The vision has,as expected,cleared his mind and has bought him ample time to create a well thought out plan.

Sent/Cent/Scent

When Loyal was sent out to find his Faith Stone,he went without one red cent to his name.But of course that was the normal way.Thus began the moral journey of most sixteen old youths.But unlike so many others whom joined The Corp to earn their stone,Loyal quickly found the scent to his stone laid along a different path.He stole his.

Elevate/Contrast/Memory

Loyal touches his faith stone.It is burnt orange and clear.In stark contrast to the 'think bath' it holds no special powers of it's own.It does not elevate your memory,nor does it let you speak to sprirt guides.It only holds what you bring to it.And in that,it is Loyal's most special and powerful tool.

Bongo/Little/Collar

Oscar moves a little closer to the branch collar to avoid the jest of the ever increasing wind speed.But still the raven says nothing.Dust is kicking up along the horizon.For some reason,this brown advancing cloud reminds Loyal of long ago when he was but a child...of the oncoming herd of wild bongo that stampeded along the Serengeti surrounding his family.

Suddenly,Loyal understands the message.

Tank/Cosmic/Eclipse

Intellectually,Loyal knows he is only soaking in a 'thought tank' taking a 'think bath',but instinctively,he also knows that Oscar is the cosmic soul of truth.The raven is Loyal's spirit guide-it's friendship and realness able to eclipse all other swallower truths.And he hates that Oscar is just wavering there,saying nothing to him.