Sick/Revelation

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In as fast as I could catch a breath, it wreaked havoc...pure havoc, and I wondered if Mr. Kaddesh himself had finally been broken--unleashing the last of his sadness upon the new earth. 

"St. Drogo's coffee stash..." I murmured, as the red and blue formation swirled into the dirt, giggling jejunely at the petrified statues. "You rang? I bought...cream or sugar?" 

"I'll go for cream, but what's happening? Who is that and why are you all here? I thought  revelación already happened, why are you here for the scraps of it all if it already happened? I am dead, right? Or is this some groundhog day spiel where I have to relive dying in different ways over and over again and this time I'm a nun in 1692?" 

Silence, and then Olga cleared her throat to speak. 

"Ona - Dimfna ... i my dumali, chto ona tebe ponravitsya. Ochen' dikaya, kak vy dlya pyatnadtsatiletney devochki...as for what this is? This, I wish I knew."

My hand seemed to guide its path, seemingly chasing after one girl who, in her deluded, terrified head, thought it'd be best to run from the problem instead of attacking it--even weakly, like her sisters did.

"HELP! SOMEONE, HELP! PLEASE! SAVE ME!" she cried, quickly yanking up her hoodie in exasperation...the strings curling around her neck as she struggled in the air, her legs kicking left and right.

"GO FoRtH aNd ReStArT tHe WoRLd...LeT Me UsE HeR..."

As if she were but a puppet on display, suddenly the girl's whole body smacked against the dirt, while mine stood at the ready, though weakened by the inhabitation.

"May I have this one instead, My Lord? At least once I fix her up a little? Pretty please with cherry on top? She looks tired...what a lazy, sarcastic little--I love her!"

I glared at her then, my brain struggling to figure out this person despite her eminent sainthood.




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