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The Plague Logs - Marburg - 03-03-2008
"The Festival of Blights" (Part XXVI)
Damien & Marburg tumble like ragdolls in the wake of cause & effect...their panic intensifies as the force of it opens their throats, & they begin to drown...
They frantically scratch & claw their way in unison, towards the light radiating from the bowels of Islay.
As the moments pass, wave after wave crashes violently into the two parts of the same whole...pulsing over them, as they careen towards the sound of wailing, ....& each other...with a constant regularity.
...the constant regularity of a...heartbeat...
The Plague Logs - Marburg - 03-03-2008
"The Festival of Blights" (Part XXVII)
...One final wave again slams into the drowning men, & again rumbles their core as they crash uncontrolably, & in unison, into the light...
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...& one man comes up for breath with a sickening rasp as he jerks to his feet in a terrified spasm of self preservation...
Damien's sudden jolt hits the freely grieving old man with the force of a tzunami, & causes him to bite off a large portion of his tounge...while inertia instantly pushes the chunk into the wake of cause & effect, & carries it to the floor in a falling arc.
Damien, stumbling spasmodicaly, collapses to his knees & crawls back to his corner under the power of base-instinct...replacing carbon dioxide with oxygen in un-nervingly loud, raspy gasps that echo across the walls of the almost-empty ampitheatre with a sound low enough on the register that it rumbles the now literally speechless old man to the core, & panic sets in as he scrambles backwards on to his feet...
The Plague Logs - The Banger Grim - 03-03-2008
"The Festival of Blights" (Part XXVIII)
...Colin Murphy staggers backwards & slams onto the ropes in his corner...blood flowing freely from his freshly severed toungue, out of his shocked & gaping maw...collecting into a growing puddle that started as a trail leading from the center of the ring...
...Presently unable to proccess the rush of new information flooding his senses, all he can do is stare in complete disbelief, as Marburg pulls himself up by the ropes in his corner.
The rasping animal siniffs the air & quickly snaps his head & looks directly through to his Elders' core...
...The old man doesn't see a Son...He sees himself hanging at the end of his rope, over a very clear, very dark, creepy green abyss...
...reflected in the eyes of a feral & cornered Beast of Nature.
The Plague Logs - Marburg - 03-04-2008
"The Festival of Blights" (Part XXIX)
Marburg has a headache, & sees nothing but red...
Trying to shake his head clear, & take in air...fueled by nothing more than fear & adrenaline, he lunges towards Colin with a deeply course howl so loud, that it can be felt...
He crashes into Colin accompanied by the disturbing sound of snapping ribs...& in a blind fury, begins wailing on the person who very literally made him the man he is today.
As he procedes to beat his Elder very much to his death; colapsing his former guardians' face until the blood starts to splash, & the hits sound wet...a part of him screams to the top of his core in unison...
...& the Beast hesitates...
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On his knees above the broken, defomed, sloppy remnant of a C.O...his fist poised to smash through Colins' windpipe...the red begins to fade as a wave of cause & effect crashes into the beast that subtly hits him like a tzunami, throwing him off balance & forcing him to instantly miss the mark, sending his fist to shatter on the fight-pit floor instead of the middle of Phages neck.
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The Man regains his control as the shock & pain travel up his arm, & wavy stars flutter in his sightline...
They grow, expand & connect, until the next thing Damien sees...is nothing.
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The former Plague Dog blacks out, & collapses of exaustion onto the floor; & sinks into the first peaceful sleep in close to a year.
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The waves of cause & effect wash over him, & lift us out of his mind, as they click the tumblers that carry us off...away from this moment, & onto the path of another...
The Plague Logs - Marburg - 03-04-2008
"The Festival of Blights" (Part XXX)
"The blood will flush it's way out of your eyes in about three to four weeks..."
Damien ignores the Doctor as he blathers on to him about bed-rest, & so forth, while reaching over & releasing the valve on the pressure cup wrapped around arm of the convelessing man.
"...& you really should cut down on the drinking..."
At that, Dimi completely tunes out the Doctor's words until they become nothing more than a dull ring in the back of his mind.
Lying in his infirmary bed, he turns to his left, & stares blankly at a deformed & broken man connected to a machine closeby that is programed to breathe for him.
Damien closes his eyes & pushes out a tear as he uses his neural net to open a channel to the man that he...almost always, saw as a Father.
'You're not breathing, are you?' Dimi asked wordlessly.
'No...not at all.' scrolled the reply across his mind...the letters burning into his memory, radiating a fading, already dim light.
He has no idea how to reply to it, & feels his stomach sink.
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He lifts himself up & swings his legs over the side of the bed, barking at the Doctor to give him some privacy.
The Doc begins to protest, & is met by an angrily unintelligable and gravely rasp from Damien's severely injured throat.
The Doctor feels his stomach sink, has no idea how to respond...& walks out.
The Plague Logs - The Banger Grim - 03-04-2008
"The Festival of Blights" (Part XXXI)
The Death Theme- 'A Strange Kind of Love'
'Gaians don't breathe through machines.' scroll the words across Dimi's sightline, while pulling up a chair beside the remnants of a man too stubborn to simply let go.
'I agree...so what exactly is it you're doing now?' he replies soundlessly through the neural net to the older man.
'You Can Just Go to Hell!' Caul sends his retort at the speed of thought.
Both men cough up blood in unison, as they try to stifle a laugh at the irony...& hide a little pain.
'seriously...take it...it's yours now.' Caul flashed across Dimi's eyes after they regained their composure.
'Yeah...I know'
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Moments pass...
Strapped & immobile, Colin stares blankly at a couple of infirmary lights...
'If you change your mind...I'll be here waiting' scroll the words in his mind.
Caul has no idea how to respond to that, & feels his stomach sink.
The channel closes, & whatever part of the mind that powers Colins' neural net, burns out, & causes a portion of Dimi's sightline to go dim.
He puts his head in his hands & quietly begins to cry...
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Caul stares blankly at the infirmary lights as he falls away from his life, & towards the binary stars of Edinburgh, as they change color right before his eyes...
He's swept away in a series of creepy green lights that pulse from an infimary somwere in the bowels of Islay Station...with the regularity of a heartbeat.
He thrashes uncontrolably as a ragdoll, & careens in a straight line...directly into his destination of choice.
...Colin Murphy flashes a smile...& is gone.
The Plague Logs - Marburg - 03-04-2008
"The Festival of Blights" (Epilogue)
The Closing Theme- 'Cain'
Damien stares out the window, through the Ice cloud that hides Islay Station...& towards Gaia as it basks in the warm glow of Edinburgh's twin suns.
Waves of cause & effect wash over him with a sound so low on the register, that it goes unnoticed as he turns on his heels, & heads down the steps that lead into a creepy green light.
...He flashes a smile, & disapears into the fog to begin his reign in Hell...
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...The tumblers of cause & effect click into place, & closes the door to a path that ends here.
The waves continue to pulse & radiate from every direction across the whole of Sirius, with the regularity of a heartbeat...as they do every second of evey day, from time immemorial.
They travel outward with a sound so low on the register, that it's felt more than heard...& careen beyond the limit of imagination, & the scope of thought...
...untill the next moment passes with the subtle rumble of a tzunami.
...& another...
...& another...
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The Plague Dogs will return in "November Coming Fire"
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