Desires 112

And with this… Desires comes to a close… Again this is my fault… Perhaps someday… But my hero knows that I am with him… Always.

Desires – Travelling
By Fzzy and Tera S
Part Seven – The End

She chuckled a little bit and answered, “Trust me on something Ray… St. Peter probably wouldn’t want to know that I was here helping you… I’m not that much of an angel and he knows it too…”

I look at her with surprise in my eyes.  “What do you mean St.Peter wouldn’t want to know? He is a warrior and he will listen to another warrior. Or he will learn the error of his ways yet again.”

She moved her hands over his body getting the occasional gasp from him and shook her head as she said, “You dummy… You are not going to pass from me that easily Ray… I might not have much in the way of controlling the universe, but I will not allow you to go because of something like this…”
There was a soft glow in her hair for a moment and then as he watched a pair of sleek red horns peeked out from her hair glistening in the light of the tent. She bit her lip and then said, “There is not healing without pain…. And there is nothing I can do to stop that from happening…. And I’m sorry Ray…. I truly am….”
She put her hand on his ribs and there was a sharp crack sound as she did. A spike of pain flooded into his body and then for a moment his breathing cleared slightly as the ache in him lessened slightly…
But he could see the look of pain in her eyes and the gasp of breath she took. A low curse passed from her lips directed at the universe for making this happen and then she sat back away from him breathing heavily.

<GASP> Pain shoots thru me from my ribs – my eyes open wide and I swear I saw horns come out of her hair. They glowed a soft red then she did something – my ribs moved with a loud crack. Then I could breathe easier, but I saw the pain in her eyes. “No, you must stop; you don’t need to take my pain. Please, you are doing me far better than I deserve. “

She looked into his eyes and said, “Believe it or not Ray… You have another destiny to fulfill… And that does not include you dying by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere…”

I heard her speak of destiny; I was seriously worried about her sanity, and then I remember the horns. She might really know something about destiny. “But I like it out here – the company is very nice. Although I would’ve been better off without the accident. However, I doubt if I would have been blessed with meeting the likes of you.” She smiled demurely, it was beautiful. Whoever captures her heart is going to be very lucky.

She crawled around in the tent, and then made him lay against her quietly. She brushed her fingers through his hair and said, “I’m sorry that the angels didn’t come to you in your time of need Ray… I truly am… You are a good man… But they could not hear your cries in the night… But I could and so here I am…”

Angels? They are far too busy for the likes of me. ”I don’t need an angel, when I have you. There are people out there that need angels more than I do.  My cries have been heard…. by you.”

With the sound of the gas lamp in the tent burning, she continued to speak, “My name is Tera… What I am isn’t all that important but you can make your own guess I suppose… I’m not the answer to your needs Ray… But I’m here now… And so… We’ll see what happens won’t we?”

I wish my mother had held me like this when I was a child instead of running off like she did ‘that’ night right after my father went to work…   It felt wonderful – her arms with their hidden strength, yet soft and supple. What I had to do to get surrounded by them was almost worth it. “Yes, we’ll see what happens.”

She smiled as she continued, “My bike? That’s an interesting story…. But you only get to hear the whole thing if you make it to sunrise Ray… You will have to fight for the words I speak… If you give up on me… You’ll never know the whole thing….”

She took his right hand in hers and asked, “Do we have a deal?”

Her bike was and is a piece of art.

“Your damned right I want to know about it! But first, let me tell you about my ICE. I was given her after the loss of my love. I guess I wasn’t taking it to good. I tried to drown my sorrows in a bottle; the genie just never had the answers. I would get to the bottom of the bottles and there was still no answer.
Well, her family and mine got together; they talked with friends, co-workers, and hell my comrades in the National Guard. Everyone staged an intervention; I was in rehab for 12 weeks. Before they brought most of Ice in to me, she was in pieces, and rusted to the fair thee well. I had a few hundred grand in the bank so I started ordering parts, tools, and books. The rehab at first was going to fight this but then when the saw how much I improved they left me alone. I didn’t even need to detoxify. I just worked thru the shakes. The withdrawal symptoms, it was the worst thing I have ever gone through, until now that is.”

Tears came unbidden to my eyes. “Oh man, my bike, Ice!” I had put some serious sweat, tears, and some blood into her. Now she is now a twisted, broken wreck.

Slow shuddering sigh half expecting pain to shoot thru me, but Tera has done something miraculous for me. The rib that pierced my lung …is not piercing it any more. It is still broken but the pieces are together.

“Thank-you for the quick fix, I know that has cost you something. If I can help you to recover faster just ask. Now where was I…Oh yeah so when I got it all together and running I requested that I be let out. Well since I was placed in there unwillingly I needed a lawyer. She was very instrumental in getting me released. I tooled around the U.S. for a few weeks then went to my uncle in Montana. I stayed there till well today…

“Now, it’s your turn – I’ve told you my story, now you owe me yours, so if I must fight the devil himself to hear it, I will.”


You hear it always my hero… A small truth, but truth still…





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    • James on January 21, 2014 at 10:35 am

    It is a huge truth, and I am sure that your hero knows it as well as he knows his name. We don’t get to read more of the story . . . not for now . . . but the story never ends.

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    • TeraS on February 4, 2014 at 3:38 pm

    I hope my heart always…


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