******************From Here To Eternity*********************
The deluge came again and Boy In A Dress tugged his soaked red
attire from it's attempt to shrink-wrap him and continued through the
dark hissing jungle.
There was something wrong, he could feel it and yet, had no idea
what the dilemma may be. For many, this feeling would gnaw at them
and they would conjure with scenarios and concerns.
For BIAD, he merely lifted his arms and imitated an aeroplane from
long ago. With a soft buzzing sound on his eternally-grinning lips,
he moved quietly through the foliage.
...........................
"He's out there lookin' for his friend and you're in here feedin' yer'
phizog" Mucklebones spat and waited for Tibbs to look up from
the meal on the table.
The little home that they'd enjoyed sat against the cavern's wall
and the pair had pondered the idea that they would see out their
days in the little abode.
"Leave me alone woman, they choose their own paths to follow
now" Tibbs muttered and prepared to say the hated-grace that
Muckles insisted on. The Vithian knew that Nenothtu had left
Bisley Deeps and when he had seen the flash of the StarWolf's
jets against the blackness of the cavern's ceiling, he guessed that
Margot was tracking her man too.
Anyway, he owned the damned planet.
Boy In A Dress had been seen scrambling up the broken tower
this morning by the cafe owner and now, the little town seemed
a little different, like something good was missing.
They were adults, the Man/girl and the Gunfighter... they walked
their own road.
And yet the small-robed man didn't like the way he felt, he didn't
like saying this superstitious nonsense over food and he didn't
like the idea of leaving his friends to whatever lay ahead.
But he now had a home and a partner, a place to call his own.
Breathing in deeply and licking his lips, he dared a small prayer
for those out there top-side.
...........................
The vines shrank away from the red high-heels as Boy In A Dress
tramped through the soaking jungle. For some reason, the Man/Girl's
shadow was abhorrent to the flora and at least that made the going
easier.
'He must be just up ahead' BIAD thought to himself as the rain came
again and played it's tattoo on the surrounding leaves. Why he had
felt the urge to leave the cosy Library of the small underground hamlet,
he had no idea. But as said many times, the hermaphrodite rarely utilised
'ideas'
With a twist of determined lips, he pushed on through the darkness
and the elements.
...........................
Tibbs turned back to the cause of his leaving the subterranean home
and felt a small pang of pleasure in seeing Mucklebones grunt with
exertion at the burden on her back.
Supplies -she had advised, so she can carry them -he advised to himself
silently.
"Me damned spine'll snap before 'ah give-in to that smirk o' yer's" the
Alien-Witch hissed and smartly reminded the Vithian that she could read
his musings.
Tibbs fingered the handset in his pocket and turned back to gaze at the
foreboding jungle ahead.
"The Vandal went off in a North-westernly direction and I'll wager he'll
be finding trouble there..." Tibbs said and felt the last of the self-guilt fall
away "...that man has a remarkable talent for locating bother" he added
as he wiped raindrops from his small round spectacles and pushed
them back up his nose.
"Yon GunMan eats trouble fur' breakfast and shi..." Muckles began, but
the Vithian managed to cut her off before she swore. "Darling..." Tibbs
said sarcastically "...Let's not resort to that sort of language?"
Mucklebones sniffed, readjusted the heavy napsack on her back and
looked up at the rainy sky " Whay... he does" she stated softly to
nobody.
...........................
It was fog. It was fog or mist of some-sort, these were the findings of
Professor Boy-In-A-Dress M.Phil, Ph.D and fully-fledged fool.
The greyness seemed to divide the small clearing that BIAD had
wandered into and the odd vapour slipped away into the undergrowth
on either side. It wasn't just like, it was a grey wall of fog.
BIAD tilted his head and wondered what he had to do to penetrate the
strange effluvium.
"I see you Boy" came a faint voice and BIAD spun around at the words,
he had heard them before and this was the reason for his hair suddenly
whipping about wildy.
"Who... who said that?" the Man/Girl stammered, his skin was prickled
with subconscious undercurrents and scary eddys of a forgotten past
as his eyeless-head snapped back and forth from shiny-wet bush to
twisted tree.
"It's been a long ago since our union and now I have returned for my wife"
the voice said and this time, BIAD saw it's origins.
The moth moved it's wings and the painted-eyes seemed to squint in a
smile.
...........................
Tibbs' little legs ached as the odd pair struggled with the large fronds
and the jungle downpour, it was only with the use of the Witch's bag
of bones that the vines kept their distance.
"Me majic will only keep these buggers away fur' so long" Muckles
had snarled as she waved the small sack in front of her, Tibbs kept
close to her heels and clung to her poncho as they inched further into
the dark wet boscage.
It was around thirty-minutes later that the Crone that had once endured
the confines of Black Atlantis hissed that she had reached her limit of
patience with the ordeal she and her man were enduring.
Or to put it in Muckles' terms:
"Sod this fur' a game o' soldiers, its' time we had a ride" she had growled
over her shoulder and the lack of response from Tibbs was taken as an
agreement.
Mucklebones went about calling down a Uktena.
...........................
The moth fluttered closer to where the grey mist rolled slowly in on itself
and at certain areas BIAD would swear he could see a spherical object
with cables strewn across it's surface.
It tugged at a faraway memory.
"We were to be together, my love... and I have travelled far to hold you once
more" the voice whispered huskily, BIAD tracked the creatures movements
warily.
"Our marriage was born in a terrible storm and so-too, I became aware of
my heart's wants..." the moth said and again, it's shape flickered.
The true shape of Oppenheimer's infamous device came into view and
with a slight choking sound, the long-ago incident on Earth surged back
into Boy In A Dress' recall.
"Oh Gosh" was his response.
"...And now it's time to leave here and take our place of matrimony"
the thing known as 'The Gadget' murmered.
(Continued Below)
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