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Mother Theresa at work
She’s late… again.
She knows what’s coming; after the eighth time, her instincts are more accurate than an “Error Proof Test.” Her doctor can’t tell her anything she doesn’t already know. This tainted world is trying to conjure another one through her. This one will be special too -- a gift from the Champion, the real one, the one that matters. He forced her, in the way entitled athletes use the cattle around them, but she never cried rape; she's stronger with his image intact. She knows she’ll be a walking target in 9 months time. She feels vulnerable. It’s time to choose a target of her own.
Meagan’s Law makes it easy. She knows where they live, the monsters that hurt children. Not the fresh ones, they have the cops breathing down their throats so hard, watching their every move. The ones that have lost their novelty in the neighborhood; the ones people already treat as though they don’t exist, where the neighbors don’t have children to worry about. They are starved for company, for attention, attention from a young girl or a waif of a woman, attention from someone vibrant and radiant, attention from someone like Theresa.
She the perfect candidate: no tattoos, uncut -- just like he came into the world -- with an outie as the finishing touch. She finds his “type” from the court records: Blonde hair in pigtails, ankle socks, a long skirt that prevents long strides. The courtship is as short as it is easy. Catch him outside, someplace he goes to be unknown.
"Hi! Do you come her often?
"I love the fries here! They just taste so good! The crunchy ones are the best, aren’t they?
"It’s OK. You just relax in the back seat for a minute; I’ll be right there with you as soon as I find a quiet place to park.
"Sshhhh. It’ll be OK. Sshhhhh. Calm down. It’ll be OK. Sshhhhhhh.
"Sshhhhh. It’s almost time. It’ll be OK. You’ll see.
"It’s OK. It’s OK. See? Everything’s OK.
"”Sshhhh. It’ll be OK. You’ll see. Everything will be OK.
Menzoa | profile | Aug 30, 03 | 8:24 am
I was thinking of posting this directly to Theresa's entry, as the description of her death magick ritual -- a shadow of her baby-killing rather than an advancement of animal sacrifice -- but I decided that this could work as its own creature, however poorly written.
Menzoa | profile | Sep 01, 03 | 4:39 am