All Fall Down
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I felt her die, the girl. Beginning.
The end of worlds. Part of me knows this. But there's always been another after, and this time there won't be. And I should be glad. But the part of me that's young and saw some of the world with the Carnival and had that day with Brant and loves - too many people - I don't know. But I am tired. So tired, since that day. And this was what Management brought me back for, and what I was meant for from the beginning.
All of the parts of me, thought - the old god, the man who was Tez, and the me that's Micah - know where I belong, though. He always said that I'd betray him. I always thought I'd have a plan. Instead there's just rain, and me wondering whether, if we'd had a child, if would have been that one that'd died to begin this.
I wonder what Management will do. I can feel them in the night, as I can feel the dead goddess in the rain. None of this is very well organised. I wonder where Genny is, and Valmont.
I could make the earth shake again under my feet as I go, if I wanted. I could be the spaces beneath the earth and between the stars. I'm not. I'm just getting wet. But I know where he is. I always know.
The end of worlds. Part of me knows this. But there's always been another after, and this time there won't be. And I should be glad. But the part of me that's young and saw some of the world with the Carnival and had that day with Brant and loves - too many people - I don't know. But I am tired. So tired, since that day. And this was what Management brought me back for, and what I was meant for from the beginning.
All of the parts of me, thought - the old god, the man who was Tez, and the me that's Micah - know where I belong, though. He always said that I'd betray him. I always thought I'd have a plan. Instead there's just rain, and me wondering whether, if we'd had a child, if would have been that one that'd died to begin this.
I wonder what Management will do. I can feel them in the night, as I can feel the dead goddess in the rain. None of this is very well organised. I wonder where Genny is, and Valmont.
I could make the earth shake again under my feet as I go, if I wanted. I could be the spaces beneath the earth and between the stars. I'm not. I'm just getting wet. But I know where he is. I always know.
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Date: 2014-01-26 09:19 pm (UTC)Perhaps that was inevitable. I am trying to pull apart Creation, after all. If the centre does not hold, why would everything not fall into chaos?
Rose was cleverer than I knew. And I will not kill her again, after the vow I made not to harm Wanda. Not because I am not an oath-breaker, but because the magic that ow was bound with would mean breaking it would do my purpose harm. So I leave Wanda, and turn back to more pressing matters.
I feel Management lend their strength to the magic that is being done by the witches, threading the goddess through this town, shielding them from my sight. My old ally is very strong, and I shiver with frustration. The town is so small, and yet I cannot find them, these mortals making the rain glaze with divinity.
So I must distract Management, and I think of how to do it. Their child, the one that smells of Egypt at the dawn of man. Yes. I will slit its throat and see if Nile water runs out, or if it is full of ravens and writing desks.
I take up a knife, Brant-body clothed in hunting gear, and go out. I can feel him out here, too, in the last night.
"Have you come to say goodbye, then?"
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Date: 2014-01-26 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-26 10:03 pm (UTC)I lookout over the fields.
"It is going less smoothly than I wanted. And so I am going hunting for Management's child. You can come too, if you wish."
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Date: 2014-01-26 10:38 pm (UTC)"It is going less smoothly than I wanted. And so I am going hunting for Management's child. You can come too, if you wish."
I feel everything in me sharpen then. Management. "If it will hurt them," I say, "I will come. I will help, if you want it. Is it Management's doing, then, that it's not going smoothly?" I want to touch his face. I don't. "I can feel her in the rain," I say. "The goddess." I can't remember her name now. "The town is fighting back." Am I the only one with him? And I am not even here for his cause, in the end, which would be a shame to what I was; simply for him.
I tilt my head a little: "I understand hunting." I do, in all my selves.
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Date: 2014-01-26 10:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-26 10:50 pm (UTC)I do touch his face now, like I'm tracing the memory there. There have been moments of the jaguar in me, teeth and fury, but I haven't changed all the way. It hurts, forcing this body into another shape, more than it did with the old one. It feels more strange. But it makes me remember more.
I would set my teeth in Management's throat, if I was sure they had one (or more?), for what they did. But this will hurt them, yes. If this is what I can do for you, dearest, I will. I look up at him.
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Date: 2014-01-26 11:02 pm (UTC)"Azizam," I say, an old word. "Come, then. They have not put lamb's blood over the door of their house," and I laugh, and spring to my feet, then into a run that takes me past meadows and into the old crumbling part of town, the part that smells of mildew and deceit and disappointment, the part when another Tez once set a spell and this Tez was a boy who loved me quite simply. I can feel their Child like a rotten tooth, like a chalk on slate.
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Date: 2014-01-26 11:10 pm (UTC)A world is going to end tonight, one way or another. A part of me that shivers deep inside, in the dark where not even the Tez-part looks, says that it may not be what any of us think. But change is coming, and oh, I am change, aren't I, I had forgotten how much. I am what can't be predicated. If I were human, I would be grinning.
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Date: 2014-01-26 11:32 pm (UTC)I can feel the ancient-new thing that is Management's offspring. It pulses deep in the dark. I make myself as light as air, thin as a pane of glass. I am clear and silent and I am waiting amongst these jumbled buildings for it to come out.
It is so innocent and so corrupt. Right now it looks like a woman, plump and brown. If I tear it open do I find a black hole, or a thousand eyes, or squid arms writhing? It is time to find out.
The knife I carry was made out of a star. It is sharper than grief, and I spring with the blade pointing out, toward the child's heart.
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Date: 2014-01-26 11:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-26 11:48 pm (UTC)The pain is sharp and a surprise. Not a nice surprise like cake or entrails spilled in sacrifice on an altar unused for centuries, but a horrid surprise, and I wail like a baby and unravel like a skein of wool and wrap myself around him tighter tighter so I can strangle him crush him make him dead.
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Date: 2014-01-26 11:50 pm (UTC)"Stop," I cry out in fury, and there is blood and venom and coaldust all over my hands, but the pain does not stop.
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Date: 2014-01-26 11:55 pm (UTC)But for him I will be what I have been, the flint and the obsidian knife (http://www.azteccalendar.com/god/itztli.html), and he may be stars and it may be tangling strangeness but I have been the heart of a volcano and I can burn and I can cut and I can hear him cry out for it to stop, and I cut at it, slice and saw, and it doesn't bleed like a living thing and I will be everything and anything I can to make it stop.
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Date: 2014-01-27 12:05 am (UTC)"You cannot finish it," I say, and kiss his flint lips in gratitude. "It must be me." Because Management will seek me out, then, not him. I want their anger for me.
It does not take so very long, after that. Places within me throb like pulled teeth, like an old wound crying with rheumatism on a wet night. The child is gone.
"Management will notice, soon," I say quietly. I can feel Nanshe in the rain that falls around us. That bitch and her eternal optimism, soaking into everything. "You should go to Genny, or to that barkeep you love, or Syl." I should be alone. I have always imagined myself alone at the end of all this. And strangely I find I care that he should die in company he cares for. Once I would have wanted him with me. But I can give him no consolation, at the end.
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Date: 2014-01-27 12:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-27 12:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-27 12:26 am (UTC)"I love you." I say it defiantly, because this isn't a night for tears. This is the end of everything. "All of me and all of you." Goodbye. I don't say it. "Good luck." For what little use that could ever be for him.
I could kiss him, but I don't. I walk away instead, without looking back, my back straight. I don't know where I'm going.