Chapter 26:

Hemato [ Part Twenty Seven ]

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We were outlaws beyond the dreamer's edge, so I couldn't complain. The life of me being a mix of reality and non-reality, the conceptual life bleeding into the real. I wasn't sure how she would take my cyber sexuality, or my inability to trust her. But she didn't mind. Not enough not to go down on me.Bookmark here

I'll fuck anyone who hot who will go down on me.Bookmark here

Quand Anna-Marie was sentenced to death, everybody seemed sorry. The judge had a particular disdain for rape victims, or so she told me. She poisoned someone else. An estranged family member that came to visit. But this isn't a Thomas Hardy tale. Instead it is a tale of a French girl who only trusted me little, yet enough to give me a chance. So it wasn't a surprise she left me so as not to hurt me. She didn't want to see me cry.Bookmark here

But that's how it was there, and even here for those so young to die. She was spared once, but guillotine gunned the second time. I remember the feeling of regret when saw my reaction as the blade fell through her neck, as her head tumbled away. And I am left with only the remnants of a love that could never be. We all become as obscure as Jude. A new tale of cyber sexuality unfolds.Bookmark here

Life restarts all o'er again as I carry a lonely umbrella in the rain.Bookmark here

The French were as ubiquitous as ants, like boogiemen. There was a young girl in tap shoes, possibly of English/French descent. Her schoolgirl outfit reminded me of penguins. Her cane matching her Steampunk goggles in black. Her taps covered in mud.Bookmark here

You can't just leave someone cold in the rain, it's not human. I checked inside after asking where her mother is, but she was nowhere to be found. "Haha, got you. I come to save the adults." She got me there, I slapped my knee. Kids these days. I fist bumped her and went on my merry way.Bookmark here

It wasn't like I didn't think I needed saving, I just didn't trust a kid to do it. Everything melts away in the rain.Bookmark here

I needed hope.Bookmark here

I needed death.Bookmark here

I also needed to be by someone's side, I just didn't realize this at the time. My life like shattered plexi-glass into bleeding shards.Bookmark here

I grabbed her hand and shouted to the sky, "Does anyone know where this girl's mother is?"Bookmark here

I tried going elsewhere away from her, but there was not escape from her net gun. She tossed me into the sky like a rodeo rope.Bookmark here

"You're not going anywhere, mommy dere." she said, doing a little tap dance. "You will not have your dance with death, I am her daughter. And I only love."Bookmark here

She was older than she looked, with her being seventeen. With Steampunk having become something of a local fashion, Lisa-Marie had a thing for trans girls thinking of her as thirteen. Yet there was something in those eyes that drew her to me. It made me shudder and cry.Bookmark here

It revealed all her lies. Her mother used to shame her for wanting to be a little princess. She never had many playmates, and she was always left alone. "But I want a princess dress." she said to her mom. "I want to be the beauty for my beastly girl."Bookmark here

Her mother would tear off her dress, making her confess to stealing it even though she payed for it with her allowance. Made her wear rags and stockings and wooden sabots. She got her taps after mom died.Bookmark here

"You will be your brothers Cinderella." her mother said.Bookmark here

So the little Cinderella girl that wanted youth and to play was jerked by her wrist to hard that she wept raining tears.Bookmark here

She wanted to strangle mom with her rags.Bookmark here

Instead her mom was guillotined after robbing a bank.Bookmark here

So I gave her the country song, and said "Why would someone tear off your dress?" It was the same shit Anna-Marie went through, why was the world so horrible?Bookmark here

She held me tight, and we said goodnight.Bookmark here

She wiped away my tears. "But you are mommy now. I want a hamburger."Bookmark here

I laughed while crying.Bookmark here

I had looked at the human race as unredeemable. Most of all I hated women. I didn't want their genocide. I wanted them to be locked in immortal constant abyss. I hated how pretty all the girls were compared to me, and how their souls were lost in a tireless immoral void. I wanted everything in my life to end. Then for once everything can begin all o'er again. Even the total scum of the Earth is so much prettier than the world. I could be Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, and Vicci. Yet none of their disdain for their chosen race compared to the hate I had for Lisa-Marie's mother.Bookmark here

I could have been a necrophiliac headsman.Bookmark here

At least my mother made me think so. It was all a deranged game.Bookmark here

And yet I loved this girl and Anna-Marie. Because my love for them was deeper than all my hate.Bookmark here

They of humanity that warmed my heart.Bookmark here

And yet Anna-Marie is gone.Bookmark here

"You talk in your sleep Hemato, are you OK. Something must be bothering you." Lisa-Marie said.Bookmark here

"Nothing that you didn't melt away."Bookmark here

"Then lets make a new world together."Bookmark here

Lisa-Marie did not know her father well. Even when he was still in the United States, he would hardly ever be home. To this day she still wondered what he would be like, if she ever went to see him. After her mom died, she turned to the streets. She was finally able to switch to wearing princess dresses again.Bookmark here

She purchased herself a net-gun, that shoots out a large fishing net. She didn't believe in killing others, but would sometimes be an occasional pest for militarized law enforcement. The remnants of a larger culture of mainstream police brutality. It was a struggle to maintain some semblance of anonymity, a think that she would eventually come to desire quite a bit. So when she had met Hemato, she had sorts of mixed feelings coming into her head at once.Bookmark here

There was a kind of identity crises. On one hand her mother was a French immigrant, and on the other hand her father was British. There would be constant fights of petty political issues; she never caught a break from yelling, and it would be a struggle just to have basic medical needs followed because they would be so caught up using her a token figure for their own political gains. Her house was like a miniature version of world war three.Bookmark here

So she came into the world largely unsure what to expect. She tried to maintain a semblance of friendliness. But not being used to the mean streets, the reality of it all hit her hard. Most of the people she encountered wanted to take her head, being partially of French origin. Others saw her as some kind of sexual treasure, and she became introduced from an early age the lusts of carnal desire.Bookmark here

Over time she lost her fire, that innocence.Bookmark here

That feeling of love.Bookmark here

Instead what remained was a girl that was a shell of her former self. She wanted to search for someone who could replace her mother, someone that had been missing from her life for many years. She became psychologically broken beyond the point of complete breaking.Bookmark here

She got involved with fashion cultures.Bookmark here

One such culture was what would become known as Steampunk. There was a loving atmosphere among these people that was distinct from her experience with her peers in middle and high school, which was still required of people her age. Because of the family structure, people protected each other. Even if people dropped out and became homeless, there would still be a home. None of them cared where you came from. You could be British or French. Everyone was friends.Bookmark here

This lasted for a while, then she stopped going. Being one that largely preferred to be alone, it made social interactions difficult to process. Everything was like multiple rows of obscure binary code, written in languages more arcane than Ruby and C++. The operating system of the social life.Bookmark here

So she came to the world with new eyes.Bookmark here

And net-gun to find her mother. So she could be loved again.Bookmark here

The thing about immigrating from Tennessee, you still have certain baggage from the old state you left behind. Luckily I've never had a strong accent in any direction, but when you grow up in a culture you still have certain lingual-ism that marks you as having from a particular territory in NashChat.Bookmark here

Although Lisa-Marie never seemed to notice or care about this, it was always something that I feared would mark me as being strange. Surely you figured something was off, but perhaps this all in my mind. I would have had the same fears for Anna-Marie, except she herself had come from France. If you're from France, you can't exactly complain about cultural markers. Especially when you're the one from hick town who invaded the US. Part of the issues came from the fact that as someone from Tennessee living in the North West, there was still a lot of element of shame from the association, and their tendency toward being conservative.Bookmark here

This includes determination in maintaining an unworkable capital punishment. In many ways if you like in Tennessee, there was a good chance you would like in France as politically they were relatively similar. At least more so than Seatak and France. As much as I hated Lisa-Marie's mother, I was also never a fan of capital punishment. To save an anti-death penalty discussion, lets leave at the fact that at lot of my vocalism against the invaders is partly from me picturing NashChat invade Seatak. Now here is the thing about NashChat.Bookmark here

You might have isolated pockets of people that are against corporal punishment of kids in school, but for every Nashville in the NashChat area that was always Smyrna, Tennessee. In Smyrna, or so I heard (I was only threatened by it at Blackman High, keep that in mind) you could be paddled on your jeans for wearing something as arbitrarily incorrect open toed Jesus sandals. And when you're a lesbian like me, well you tend to wear Jesus sandals. Though generally black. There was a certain association of paddled girls in Jesus Sandals or Potato Shoes with sex that became stronger over time, and I knew that paddling anybody was unacceptable. And yet I had that kink I could not quite explain, I suppose I was destined for cyber sexuality from the get go. I would picture in my mind little dark hair brunettes paddled to guitar tunes.Bookmark here

Did I mentioned I hate country music? Yea when I give "a country song", I don't mean a literal country song. Usually it's a way of me visualizing smashing a guitar over someone's head who hurt my friend.Bookmark here

At times at night I find myself getting enthused all of a sudden, I can't help but let my mind switch to Lisa-Marie that takes away all my sexual pleasures for hurting my beloved who reminds me of the kid me and Anna-Marie could have had rather than someone I'd want to give me head, even though now if Anna-Marie had lived Lisa-Marie would be about the same age. Neither did nobody any wrong, and yet in my mindBookmark here

I imagine me spanking their bottom.Bookmark here

It just fucking kills me.Bookmark here

With Anna it's worse, I know exactly what she went through.Bookmark here

... I've been there myself.Bookmark here

I think eventually I may in fact actually move out of the United States, and move to somewhere very north of Canada. I'm not sure if Lisa-Marie will go with me, and I kind of feel funny leaving Anna-Marie's grave behind.Bookmark here

I haven't visited Anna-Marie's grave actually. I suppose that will be the last stop before I leave the US.Bookmark here

Or I may hang myself from a tree.Bookmark here

I suppose I shall see.Bookmark here

So after Lisa-Marie gave me a very awkward head job, because she likes giving me a head job sometimes, I pack my bags when she is away. Her Jesus sandals make my lump inflate, so I suppose that's something I'll have to go without. However when I arrive at the train station to visit the graveyard, I dropped my bags looking at the long line at the station. Where trains constantly whistle.Bookmark here

I merely thought of Lisa-Marie.Bookmark here

She had nobody. She wouldn't have me.Bookmark here

She would have nothing. But then I am shot with net from her net gun, and then things go smoothly from there, as she says "You didn't tell me you were going on a trip sweet heart. Take me with you."Bookmark here

So I bought her a ticket when I was released from the net.Bookmark here

On closer inspection she was dressed particularly innocently, and I immediately felt awkward about the head and foot job she gave me before. I couldn't believe that someone dressed so much like a Christian girl in Jesus sandals, with a yellow flower dress and a yellow flower cap. "You decided to go with me." I said.Bookmark here

"You decided to abandon me." she said.Bookmark here

"I didn't want you to leave your family."Bookmark here

"Fuck that, I hate my family. I have nothing here. My brother has just killed himself because of his guillotined girlfriend I had. All I have is you. You're all I have left. Yet you felt you had nothing left to give." She covered her face in a tearful shame and regret. She got me there I suppose, I just never had a felt that was as devoted like my first girlfriend named Dog.Bookmark here

"I suppose I could give you a shoulder."Bookmark here

"That would be great."Bookmark here

"So where are we going to go first?" she asked, as we boarded the room. The waitress gave us breakfast for the morning, and for me I had always tended to drink my coffee nice and black.Bookmark here

"To the local graveyard, an old friend is buried there." I said.Bookmark here

"Your executed girlfriend?"Bookmark here

"How did--"Bookmark here

"You really talk in your sleep. But if I could be like your Anna-Marie, that would be really great." I wasn't sure how to respond to that, I didn't have a conversation like that sense I had last moved to the North West. One of my friends I knew, that was my room mate briefly when I was fleeing my parents, would talk about how I would never ultimately compare to the friend she had known for fifteen years. So as you could probably imagine, I didn't have the need to break my new friend's heart.Bookmark here

Besides, I loved her like family.Bookmark here

She was me and Anna-Marie's child. Even if she was close to our age, there was something about her innocence that made me feel very protective. She had the aura of someone you would to take care of and mother.Bookmark here

But not like my mother. A mother like me.Bookmark here

She kept me from ending my life.Bookmark here

I was lost in a sea of digital sexuality. I would decapitate French girls without a second thought. My sex drive rivaled the armies of Genghis Khan, the ladies fallen Chinese warriors who I slammed the knife down on their necks. Yet in the endless fog of dream-time, there was a light in the forest.Bookmark here

There was the sound of a innocent little girls voice, who held out her hands for me and gave me a smile I have never received in years. It was the face of the spirit of light in the dark, the face that combined Anna-Marie and Lisa-Marie both like angelic sisters after sundown. And yet there was a stitch marks on her neck, and her head wobbled as if she were beheaded by a guillotine gun. And yet there was something about her that could transcend other people's dreams and hopes sharing ideas. I simply wanted my internal nightmare to end.Bookmark here

She was almost psychic. I feared the worst for my angel. I was a demon lost in inferno. Lisa-Marie woke me up, and gently shushed me. Then offered to rub my shoulders, hoping it would take my night terrors away.Bookmark here

I thought moving would change things.Bookmark here

It only made things worse.Bookmark here

And in the morning, she sang children's rhymes.Bookmark here

I felt no need to rhyme today. For Anna-Marie, her rhyme was in death.Bookmark here

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