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- V - She hadn’t said a single word while Brent was driving to God knows where. She didn’t even look outside; she just kept blindly staring at her hands. Finally, they arrived somewhere, and she followed Brent into some building, never noticing a light breeze that was playing with her hair. When they walked inside, there was Jackie whose expression was beyond gloomy. “Katrena,” he said the minute he saw her. “How are...” he stopped talking when Brent furiously shook his head behind
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- IV - Several weeks later, Katrena caught herself thinking more and more often about asking Paul to move into her house. At first, she shook that idea off -- just giving him the key felt like a task of enormous difficulty to her. However, lately, she thought about it more and more often. Finally, one Sunday night in April, while she was watching Damien play one of his Mario Brothers games, his forehead wrinkled in some serious concentration, she said without even looking at Paul who w
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- III - “So,” he said an hour or so later, when her singing body pressed hard against his. “You said that people like you are not capable of procreation, right?” “Uh huh,” she replied without moving. “And you still have your powers,” he continued. “I mean, you can’t use them but you still have them, right?” “Uh huh,” she said again. “Okay,” he said slowly. “Damien’s father also had... Ummm... Abilities, right?” “Uh huh.” “How on earth does Damien even exist?” he
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- II - Paul rang the doorbell at 7:30 sharp. She thought that she could probably set her clock by this man. She opened the door and smiled at him. “Hey,” she said in an unexpectedly tender voice. He frowned. “What’s wrong?” “Wrong?” she repeated dumbfoundedly. “Nothing... Why would there be something wrong?” “You look weird,” he said and kicked off his boots. “What’s up?” “Stiff dicks and airplanes,” she said and he snorted at that. “Come on, don’t just stand there.
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Five Years Later - I - Katrena walked inside the house and closed the door. Rusty the Dog immediately started inspecting her shoes. “Try humping my leg again, and you are dead,” Katrena promised in a low voice. Rusty wagged his tail and sniffed her shoes with renewed vigor. Katrena sighed and walked into the kitchen. “Hey,” Danny said when he saw her. “Hey,” she nodded and opened the fridge, looking for a bottle of water. “Where is my monkey?” “How do you know h
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- XX - The next morning she felt much better. She was still thirsty as hell, but the headache was gone, and most of the cuts healed by now. The Locks, however, were harder to break than she thought. Jett was wrong – Jonas DeLuca used two of them, and not just one. When they figured that out, Jett’s eyes became very thoughtful while he stared at her without blinking. “Yes,” she nodded with frustration, those invisible cuffs on her wrists driving her absolutely mad. “I am awesome and
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She realized that she didn't even think of Jett while she's been intimate with Paul, and subconsciously she felt guilty.
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You lay a book on the table but you lie down on the sofa. Spells the same as "to tell an untruth," however, has a different meaning. P.S. Bah, I had a brain-fart! For some reason, I kept thinking of "lying" vs. "laying" Of course, "...lay there" would be correct!
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- XIX - Jett took his revenge the minute she fell asleep, because suddenly, she was back in her old world again, three months after Jett and she got together. **** It was Friday night, and Katrena was sitting in the same tavern where Jett spotted her and Julian three months ago. He was supposed to meet her here in half an hour, so she was just slowly drinking her coffee, her mind wondering about random things. It felt strange to her how she would feel absolutely not
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Not this Damien Jett's nephew's name was Damien (the one who died thanks to Julian).
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- XVIII - A couple of hours later, Jean finally came out of the room, and she looked like she’d been to hell and back without any breaks between the rides. “Good Lord,” she muttered. “That woman can put sailors to shame... I have never heard anyone swear that much before... And she has a hell of imagination too,” she added thoughtfully. Mandy nodded, fully agreeing with her. Jean shook her head and looked up. “It’s a boy,” she said. “She doesn’t mind seeing you,” she looked at Mand
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- XVII - Two and a half months after Katrena became a special tactics instructor, she decided to take time off due to that monkey inside her who was growing by the minute, it seemed. During the past month, she felt beyond miserable. It seemed that she could only sleep on her back because the minute she tried rolling onto her side, it felt like every single inner organ of hers was about to be squished into oblivion. “I sleep like a dog,” she told Mandy once and glanced at Rusty who was
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- XVI - “I still can’t believe he actually hired you,” Mandy said next morning when Katrena was finishing her toast. “What did you do? Thumb wrestled him?” Katrena laughed and finished her toast. “No,” she said, gulping her coffee down. “I just demonstrated something.” “Uh huh,” Mandy nodded. “The same thing you demonstrated to Danny?” “More or less,” Katrena nodded and glanced at the clock. It read 7:40. “I gotta go,” she said. “Today will be interesting,” she muttered
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Good point. I'll need to edit some stuff with a fine comb.
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- XV - “Paul,” she sighed for probably the fiftieth time in the last fifteen minutes. “This is not going to work. I have no experience in this field...” Here she was interrupted by a very loud snort from Paul. “Let me rephrase that,” she said patiently. “I have no proof that I have any experience in this field. Also, I am sure there are some certain requirements... Plus, my medical condition...” He stopped and faced her. “Don’t you dare to breathe anything about your ‘m
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1. I never said anything about Jett coming in this world 2. Jett is. 3. Some things might be negotiable.
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- XIV - A month and a half later, Katrena finally received that blasted card in the mail. “We need to celebrate,” Mandy said very seriously. “With cake, and ice cream, and champagne... Well...” she winced. “Cider will do...” “Do you want me to throw up?” Katrena asked gloomily, images of cake and ice cream making her stomach dance some bizarre, broken gigue. “Sorry,” Mandy said quickly. “Coffee and scones?” “I seriously don’t care about food,” Katrena grimaced. “I am al
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Partially. She also misses Jett and I needed to explain what happened earlier.
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- XIII - It was only ten in the morning, and Katrena was absent-mindedly flipping through TV channels, without even noticing what was on. It was as if her finger just kept on pushing the remote control’s button while her mind was elsewhere. She knew that she should stop thinking about Jett; she knew that she should just lock every single memory of him in a back of her mind; she knew that she was simply torturing herself right now, since Jett was going to be nothing but a part of her pa
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- XII - She walked rather slowly, enjoying slight breeze on her face. “Just keep walking,” she thought lazily. “Everything is fine; just keep on walking...” She blinked and tried to figure out why she would think something like this right now. She glanced around, making sure she didn't move her head. Everything seemed fine. She didn’t sense anything; there were quite a few people around, but they seemed to be minding their own business and neither one of them as much as glanced at
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- XI - So that night, nine months ago, while she was sipping her drink in that tavern, she gloomily thought that if she pulled another stunt in her usual manner, Claudia was not going to ignore it as she normally would. Katrena had no desire to have a face-off with a very pissed off blonde, so she decided to stay low for a while, until Claudia calmed down. The blonde could hold a grudge for a while, she knew that, but she also knew that it wouldn't last forever. She sighed and finished
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