eldest wake
Lepus opened the cheap, thin door to the salty beachside hotel room that was packed with teenagers, attempting to erect beer pong tables and standing on chairs to assist funneling. Gemini closed the door behind him and sighed loud enough to be heard over the blaring hip hop.
“It wasn’t like this when I left.” Lepus ignored him, looking around nervously.
“Is Harrison here?”
“Who do you think sent me?”
“What about Veronica?” Gemini simply gaped at him as though confused by the question. Lepus turned around in time to see the small stuffed lion himself, sitting on the shoulder of some pretty girl, his glass bead eyes moved up in gleeful surprise to see Lepus, who snatched him off the girls bony shoulder with an aggravated fist.
“Harrison! That took way too long! And, that girls like fifteen, okay dude?”
“Lepus! We need to leave this place at once! Go now!” Lepus’s hard eyes cracked open to their old alertness that he hadn’t felt in so long. As usual he did not fully understand Harrisons orders, but was more than happy to finally have orders again. Lepus placed Harrison on his shoulder and turned promptly for the door he had come in, only to run swiftly into a brick wall he was sure was not there a moment before. It looked as though the door frame had been filled in with red bricks by a professional. Lepus scrambled to turn around, but knew before his eyes had even met her, Veronica. Standing in a thin black cocktail dress with a white wig on, standing impossibly still, making no sound at all, was she even real?
“Harrison, what do I do?...Harrison?” Lepus spun around slightly, looking left and right but the little lion was missing in action. “bastard prick!” shouted Lepus quietly. Veronica stared at him with a blank expression still, her mouth moved only slightly as she spoke to him.
“Lepus, I’ve discovered that I am not fit to govern these ‘Natal beings’ such as you and I.” Lepus wrinkled his eyebrows upward, squinting at her.
“Oh really? I Thought you had the ultimate power.” Veronica shook her head, Lepus had not noticed automatically, but the room was now mysteriously empty, it was only Veronica and Lepus, all others had vanished, he could feel that something was out of place entirely.
“My power is more suited for incarceration, I find when two or three Natals combine their efforts, that’s when our individual powers begin to show their true meaning, perhaps that is the reason for these symbols we bear.”
“You don’t bear one.” Snarled Lepus, who was clearly over the foreplay. “So where are the other Power Rangers at?” As though she had been there all along, the young, thin frame of Taurus stood halfway between he and Veronica, Lepus gaped at her, and resisted the urge to attack without remorse instantly.
“I provide the illusion.” She said softly, Lepus watched as the hotel room blinked into betrayed memory, and the dark surroundings of a cemetery were around him, ever expanding with the depth of it’s obvious truth now seen so much more clearly over the veil of tricks that the crowded hotel room had been. An impossibly thick chain of silver spiraled him and bound him nearly from head to foot, down the silver mummy plummeted into an open grave, and into an open casket that promptly shut itself. Thick clouds of dirt poured from the earth walls of the grave, filling in itself. Veronica waved her hand, making a nice park bench sprout up on the flat plot of dirt, she walked forward and sat down, patting the seat next to her for Taurus, She sat down but smirked with her thin lips up at veronica.
“This wasn’t personal for you, was it?”
“It always is.” Said Veronica stiffly, creating a tall French waiter to bring her a Bloody Mary.
Cetus and Gemini both approached the bench, Cetus holding some type of metal locker the size of a bread box. Veronica looked up at them with lazy, disapproving eyes. “You didn’t get him, did you?”
“I checked all the cameras, the motions sensors didn’t go off, Taurus’s illusion didn’t trick him, we have no idea where he is.” Cetus listed all this off as though he was tired of going over it in his head already. Veronica bit her thumbnail.
“I knew we wouldn’t get him, damn. Okay. We go get something to eat, and come back in an hour to dig him up.” Taurus groaned in annoyance.
“Why are we doing that!?”
“Because loud twats like you probably don’t know that if you burry a Natal being in a casket, they fall asleep, after that, we drop him in the well he was found in, in the poisonous jungle of Neverclause, duh, cause they stay asleep as long as the casket stays shut, kay?” Gemini lowered his eyebrows into his glasses.
“Uh, how did you figure that out?”
“I just did, okay? Now where are we eating?”
“Sweet Alphonso’s Pizza Planet!!” Shrieked Taurus in such a shrill, mad tone that it was at once clear that no further discussion would take place on the topic of ‘where’.
In the moonlight they left the patch of wet dirt that looked up silently, motionless.
“It wasn’t like this when I left.” Lepus ignored him, looking around nervously.
“Is Harrison here?”
“Who do you think sent me?”
“What about Veronica?” Gemini simply gaped at him as though confused by the question. Lepus turned around in time to see the small stuffed lion himself, sitting on the shoulder of some pretty girl, his glass bead eyes moved up in gleeful surprise to see Lepus, who snatched him off the girls bony shoulder with an aggravated fist.
“Harrison! That took way too long! And, that girls like fifteen, okay dude?”
“Lepus! We need to leave this place at once! Go now!” Lepus’s hard eyes cracked open to their old alertness that he hadn’t felt in so long. As usual he did not fully understand Harrisons orders, but was more than happy to finally have orders again. Lepus placed Harrison on his shoulder and turned promptly for the door he had come in, only to run swiftly into a brick wall he was sure was not there a moment before. It looked as though the door frame had been filled in with red bricks by a professional. Lepus scrambled to turn around, but knew before his eyes had even met her, Veronica. Standing in a thin black cocktail dress with a white wig on, standing impossibly still, making no sound at all, was she even real?
“Harrison, what do I do?...Harrison?” Lepus spun around slightly, looking left and right but the little lion was missing in action. “bastard prick!” shouted Lepus quietly. Veronica stared at him with a blank expression still, her mouth moved only slightly as she spoke to him.
“Lepus, I’ve discovered that I am not fit to govern these ‘Natal beings’ such as you and I.” Lepus wrinkled his eyebrows upward, squinting at her.
“Oh really? I Thought you had the ultimate power.” Veronica shook her head, Lepus had not noticed automatically, but the room was now mysteriously empty, it was only Veronica and Lepus, all others had vanished, he could feel that something was out of place entirely.
“My power is more suited for incarceration, I find when two or three Natals combine their efforts, that’s when our individual powers begin to show their true meaning, perhaps that is the reason for these symbols we bear.”
“You don’t bear one.” Snarled Lepus, who was clearly over the foreplay. “So where are the other Power Rangers at?” As though she had been there all along, the young, thin frame of Taurus stood halfway between he and Veronica, Lepus gaped at her, and resisted the urge to attack without remorse instantly.
“I provide the illusion.” She said softly, Lepus watched as the hotel room blinked into betrayed memory, and the dark surroundings of a cemetery were around him, ever expanding with the depth of it’s obvious truth now seen so much more clearly over the veil of tricks that the crowded hotel room had been. An impossibly thick chain of silver spiraled him and bound him nearly from head to foot, down the silver mummy plummeted into an open grave, and into an open casket that promptly shut itself. Thick clouds of dirt poured from the earth walls of the grave, filling in itself. Veronica waved her hand, making a nice park bench sprout up on the flat plot of dirt, she walked forward and sat down, patting the seat next to her for Taurus, She sat down but smirked with her thin lips up at veronica.
“This wasn’t personal for you, was it?”
“It always is.” Said Veronica stiffly, creating a tall French waiter to bring her a Bloody Mary.
Cetus and Gemini both approached the bench, Cetus holding some type of metal locker the size of a bread box. Veronica looked up at them with lazy, disapproving eyes. “You didn’t get him, did you?”
“I checked all the cameras, the motions sensors didn’t go off, Taurus’s illusion didn’t trick him, we have no idea where he is.” Cetus listed all this off as though he was tired of going over it in his head already. Veronica bit her thumbnail.
“I knew we wouldn’t get him, damn. Okay. We go get something to eat, and come back in an hour to dig him up.” Taurus groaned in annoyance.
“Why are we doing that!?”
“Because loud twats like you probably don’t know that if you burry a Natal being in a casket, they fall asleep, after that, we drop him in the well he was found in, in the poisonous jungle of Neverclause, duh, cause they stay asleep as long as the casket stays shut, kay?” Gemini lowered his eyebrows into his glasses.
“Uh, how did you figure that out?”
“I just did, okay? Now where are we eating?”
“Sweet Alphonso’s Pizza Planet!!” Shrieked Taurus in such a shrill, mad tone that it was at once clear that no further discussion would take place on the topic of ‘where’.
In the moonlight they left the patch of wet dirt that looked up silently, motionless.
