|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- WEAVER--CUP 13--"SINGLE BLAST" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Weaver  ||  -------> (Cup SRwv013, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = So I hit the accelerator and sped forward across the water. This baby is quick, real quick. Well over a hundred miles an hour, and smooth as silk (almost). I followed what I could see of the coastline and the map on the display. At this speed, I'd be there in a few minutes. Then I hit a few buttons, and got the map to zoom out. Yup--we WERE on an island--but it just about connected to another island at one point. Oh well. Solved that question. I slowed as I neared the beach where the two women were probably asleep. I thought about it for a moment, then I turned on the flashing lights and siren. That oughta wake 'em up! I couldn't really see much as I approached the shore--the combination of headlights and flashing lights made for a kind of crazy scene. But I did keep tabs on the little flashing lights which represented the two. Soon, the lights began to move. I approached the shore slowly, and made the transition from sea to land (pretty smooth). I drove up the beach until I saw Treyess and Booze--naked and holding hands. Gag. They were right in front of the Warhome. The sick thought of running them over ran through my head briefly as I stopped and went outside onto the walkway, leaning on the railing, looking toward them. "Hey girls! Look what I made!" Treyess began to walk forward, but Booze stopped her and pulled her back. "Hey! Let go of me!" Treyess yelled. "Let's just wait a minute." Booze said. "We don't know his intention." "Oh, for fucking God's sake!" I yelled. "Get off you it sick fuck. You're the one with screwed-up intentions and bad manners. Let her go!" Booze forcefully swung Treyess around to face her, jiggling her bottle in front of her chest. "You don't want to go with him, do you?" Treyess was transfixed by the twinkling bottle, all the more hypnotic in the flashing lights of the Warhome. "I--oh, I don't know." Treyess said. "I'm kind of... confused." I took in a deep breath of rage and rush back inside the cockpit. I was mad, and my anger clouded my reason. I turned on the weapon/targeting system and zoomed into Booze. Then I focused the sight onto Booze's pretty head and pulled the trigger. A single blast fired from the cannon and blew Booze's head apart. I saw it all on the monitor. Fuck! I looked up and saw Booze's limp body collapsing, Treyess covered in blood next to her, unharmed. Then Treyess began to scream. Over and over again, her hands to her mouth. By the time I got out onto the deck, she, too, was collapsing. Fucking goddam it. I was dead meat. Daptin would kill me for sure. I just blew away his evil-protege-to-be. I climbed down the side of the Warhome and approached the scene of the carnage. I got sick to my stomach as I approached. I couldn't believe what I had done. I had to throw up. I leaned over and did it, feeling unbelievably miserable. When I was done I fell back onto the sand and grabbed my face with my hands, wiping vomit away from my lips. And I began to cry. Softly at first, but then harder and harder. How had it come to this? -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----