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Date Posted: 22:02:54 02/21/04 Sat
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's message, "Living Dead Girl- all of it in 2 piece- I" on 21:57:13 02/21/04 Sat
-part II
Unknown location, a farm maybe:
A voice man: Sir, something happened in Section.
A man: what is it?
A voice male: you’d better see this. And the man opens and big pc screen and he sees Madeline in Comm. Birkoff seating at one desk typing something and Madeline speaking at one mini mic the one they have in they’re hears.
The male voice: She was kidnapped by a terrorist organization. She succeeded to alert Section and was rescued.
The man: Thank you. (Silence) Madeline… I can’t believe it. You’re alive, and touch her face on the monitor. We can see tears in his eyes.
I think I’ve already lost you
I think you’re already gone
I think I’m finally scared now
You think I’m week
I think you’re wrong
I think you’re already leaving
Feels like your hand is on the door
I thought this place was an empire
Now I’m relaxed
I can’t be sure
And I think you’re so mean (evil)
I think we should try
I think I can need this is my life
I think I’m scared
I think too much
I know it’s wrong,
It’s a problem
I’m feeling if you’re gone maybe its time to come home
There’s a lot of breathing here but I can hardly move
If you’re gone maybe you need to come home come home
There‘s a little bit of something in me and everything in you
I’d bet your hart to get over
I’d bet the moon just wont shine
I’d bet my hands I can stay here
And I bet you’re week more than mine
And I think you’re so mean
I think we should try
I Think I could need this in my life
Think I’m just scared I know too much
I can’t relate and that’s a problem
I’m feeling if you’re gone maybe its time to come home
There’s a lot of breathing here but I can hardly move
If you’re gone maybe you need to come home come home
There is a little something in me and everything in you
I think you’re so mean
I think we should try
I think I need this in my life
And I think I’m scared to talk too much
I know its wrong it’s a problem
I’m feeling if you’re gone maybe its time to come home
There is al lot of breathing in but I can hardly move
And if you’re gone hell maybe you need to come home come home
There is a little something in me and everything in you
Something
Everything in you
Something in you
(If you’re gone by Matchbox 20)
At the briefing table: Birkoff, Walter, Madeline, Davenport and 2 more others. (S*it, I forgot Queen, she’s not exactly my soul character, but don’t want to offend her fans, so she’s there too) Nikita was a little remote in her right hand. Pushes a button and we can see the profile of a man whit his photo:
N: Daniel Montclair, a “Desert Rose”(I’m listening this song now by Sting, and I honestly can’t find a better name) operative, a new independent organization. They don’t have government funds and don’t have to respond to anyone. They helped us a number of times. He’s a psychologist, wrote some books, and did some experiences on human subjects. He’ll be our guest for an unlimited period of time; in return we will give them Madeline, a trade of operatives, an exchange of experience. He will have a full operative status here, just like Madeline will have there. She pushes another button and on the monitor appears a map…
N: This mission in the Balkan …
Madeline seems bored; the others are very interested to listen specially Birkoff.
Madeline got dizzy, a thing that never happened to her since she was a baby trying to keep focused to the trees she left behind her, not wanting to be pulled back into her deepest thoughts, but whit out any results, she couldn’t help not thinking once again at Paul and at everything he meant to her. All the time she was apart from Section she blamed Paul for thinking she could possible killed herself- especially in face of Nikita and in front of a so-called head of Center, a child-woman and a 2 cents sleazy actor. Trying to remain lucid she realized she didn’t even knew in what class (sort, kind) of car she was in, all that she observed was that the car was black; everything happened according to the plan and so fast, the car showed up at time, the chauffer salute her and offered to take her bag – a small one, she would start a new life and she begun (begin) whit the small details- a holl new wardrobe; she would have plenty of time to go shopping and see the newest collections- opened her the door and start driving. The interior of the car was elegant: leather sits, a TV incorporated in the back of one of the front chairs, and a mini pc in the other, the newest audio boxes, conditioner air, all the comfort for a first class car. She remembered once again all the times Paul told her she loves her and she never replied because she was too scared to say that 3 words and she couldn’t helped wondered if she would do the same if she had the opportunity to start things all over again (If she would have done the same if she would have the chance to have him close to her at least one more time).
A couple is walking along a riverside, we can hear the sound of the water, the trees are green, all kind of flowers around them, the air is warm, but still the sky is blue-gray. They’re both laughing and suddenly start kissing, the man is touching the girls cheek whit his fingertips and kisses her closed eyes; in response she kisses his arm. The man grabs one of the girl’s curls to straight it up only to realize that in a few seconds it will take back her shape. They are still kissing when it stars raining…
The girl: let’s return at the cabaña.
The man: not just yet.
The girl: but will get wed
The man: so? When will you have the opportunity to dance throw the rain ever again if we’ll go back in Paris on 2 days?
They both smile and can hear the music in their heads: If I’m not in love whit you by Kathy Troccoli. They start dancing…
The man: Madeline… I love you
The girl: I already know that, Paul and rests her head on his chest while dancing…
They finally arrive; she gets out of the car and inspects the place. “It’s quite far of any other house; I can’t remember seeing one more than 3 hours, the highway was empty”- she thinks. She enters a gate full of green plants (covered of plants, all the fence was the same covered of green plants). In front of her it’s a small alley. On each side of the alley are little trees, rose bushes. In a far corner of the garden it’s a fountain, a bird is singing at her edge (border). As she walks forward (alone, the chauffer disappeared whit her suitcase after they entered, realizing there must be another entrance) she distinguish a big-2 levels- white house whit a red roof and a porch and whit big windows. There were 2 armchairs separated from a round wood table (on the porch). She took a final look at the garden, smiled when she saw a tree house in other corner of it, took a deep breath and knocked at the door, waiting for someone to open her, convinced herself she likes her new home.
The door opens and she hears a tender, warm voice: “we’ve been expecting you. I hope you had a nice journey. Come in, dear. I hope you’re hungry, I made you a rich lunch.” Still amazed Madeline gave the old black lady (like the one’s in Shirley’s Temple movies) a smile ‘from the hart’: “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect this…”, “You thought you’ll be alone whit my master?”, “don’t worry, I wont interrupt your worked, I’m here only to make sure you eat something not stay whit your nose all day in those silly machines, I don’t know what good they do, but everyone has one these days… “, “The master is riding, and ordered me to assure myself you’ll eat and get some rest till he’ll be back”, “Yes, of course”, babbles Madeline still surprised. The interior was so welcomed, just like the country house she’d always wanted to have, even the hangings (drapery) were dark red like she’d shared Paul once she would love to have. “This will be your room, I hope it’s at your taste, if not will have time to change it later. I’ll be back later to hang your clothes in the wardrobe. Maybe you’d like to have a bath? I can fix in a minute… “. “I don’t want to disturb you, I’ll arrange my clothes and prepare my bath”,” no, no, no, the lord was very clear: to treat you princely (like a princess). She enters the bathroom.” Hot or warm? “ Madeline inspects the room: the first thing that caught her attention were the windows, big tall windows maybe 14 ft. The view was spectacular: she could see the sunrise; in the distance she could view some mountains (she didn’t recognized the geographic area), and the tree house, not to mention the sight of the garden. Everything was so green and colorful, full of life: it was spring. The room had a queen bed size; the bed lingerie was white whit a border of pink flowers, a gray and black desk that had a phone on it, a fireplace whit a unicorn statue on it, 2 armchairs separated by an oak square small table that had a crystal vase and some red and white roses on it. It was very spacious (roomy) there. There were 2 doors, one that she entered and the other one that was entering the bathroom, she approach and realize she was wrong; behind the door was a corridor whit a tall window and some shelves whit plants and bonsai trees (more like a small garden room) that had 2 doors: one was for her wardrobe room- a large room whit plenty of shelves for her shoes and clothes; a big mirror and a desk (table) whit all kinds of crèmes, perfumes and make-up. It even had her favorites one: Moon Light and Éclat For Men-she hated the one for women, it had a too cheep aroma; a couch (sofa) and again some crystal vases filled of (whit) white and pink lily and lily-of-the-valley- and the other one the bathroom’s door. She was so far away that she didn’t even heard the lady asking her if she wants bauble bath or a bath whit mineral essences. “ Are you feeling ok, miss?” and she touches Madeline’s arm: “ Yes I’m al right, I was just thinking”, “ you’ll feel great here, it’s the perfect place for someone who wants to escape from the world.” Madeline smiles: “ Yes, it is. ” the old lady is getting ready to leave: “ I’ve choose bauble bath for you, the bath robe and the towels are in the closet”, “thank you”. “ Almost forgot it: my name is Blanche”, and before Madeline could get a chance to say something she already had left the bath. She tried to relax in the bath tube, but her mind wouldn’t give up.
The room impressed and overwhelmed her in the same time: she liked every part of it, just like the person who planed (designed) it knew her for real. Being so much time in a place like Section made her be suspicious, she couldn’t help thinking this must be to good to be true and that something fishy is happening here. Finally the bath reaches her purpose: Madeline relaxes: “What could possibly occur that I already haven’t experienced? ”
Madeline spend the rest of the day admiring the house and the surrounded places. It was a quiet and peaceful place, far away from any other human communities. She couldn’t understand why was she here when she had been told she was going to live in the main station of the “Desert Rose” org.
She found a cradle (swing) in the back of the house and she was watching the sunset a breathtaking image the sky was a mixture of colors: blue, orange and red-pink, when Blanche asked her if she would like to have dinner now.
M: did he come back?
B: the master? Not yet. I’m sure he would wanted me to apologize him for not being here to receive you but he wanted to spend the last day of his friend here going hunting.
M: yes I understand (smile)
B: I hope will enjoy what I made for you.
M: If it’s at least as good as the lunch I have no doubt about it (pleased expression).
Later that night (Blanche was sleeping), Madeline was in the bibliotheca (library): here were all sorts of books from fairy stories to Machiavellians books, from best sellers to philology books. On a higher bookshelf she saw a name that interested her, but couldn’t reach it. Then, someone achieved the book and gave it to her. In this moment she couldn’t see his face, but she felt something familiar about him, his breath, his touch or how he was standing behind her, his face touching her hair. She felt butterflies in her stomach, and almost horror to turn back to see his face. This day was in a strange way one of the most emotional, exciting of her life. All she could say was “thank you”, still not facing him. The thought about hearing his voice made her dizzy, somehow he anticipated it and holds her. He slowly helps her to turn around, and now after so much time of loneliness, being separated they were face to face. They stare one at each other and not say a word for minutes; his caressing her check whit his fingertips still holding her not to fall (drop); “Paul” tone and facial expression more than amazed, she drops the book at their feet, but they hardly heard the noise. “I love you, Madeline! ”, and kisses her lips gentle before she could say a word, knowing in her mind it was best thing than to say something. Silence, they still gaze on at the other. “I thought you were dead…”, “and I thought you killed yourself” guilty tone… “I’m sorry, (pause) of all the persons in the world I should have know better you would have never done something so foolish and irrational, I should have protected you ”. “That’s behind us now, we’re together now and it would be the time (pause and then smile) to think a little at our future now”. He looks at her wondering what she meant by telling him that and in return he kisses her eyes, her cheek, her lips … she’s playing whit his hair, while he’s unbuttoning her white and purple (don’t want to seem rude, but I don’t want to hear any comment about my choice for the colors) top and gently draw a trail of kisses from shoulder to shoulder, down her breasts and then up her neck.; she bitted his earlobe and pulled him even more closer to her to feel every inch of her body on his. Madeline helped him to get out of his suite jacket and his shirt and then placed kisses on his chest and abs: “ this is how you go hunting? “, he smiles “so I lied…I wanted to see you before talking to you. I missed you so much, Madeline”. He undid her bra and caressed her bare back. She slowly byte his lower lip, then licked her. They got ride very fast of her dress and of his pants, standing naked one in the arm of the other. He couldn’t help not watching her: it was like the first time they ever-made love, like the time stand by. He carried her to the nearest bed and tenderly rested her on the pillows. He climbed on top of her and his teeth gently squeezed her one of her nipples causing her skin to be super sensitive at every touch. He teased her licking her nipples before taking her breast in to his mouth sucking it gently, then increasing the intensity. She couldn’t help a moan, not like she wanted to hide it. He moved his kiss down her body, her belly, her tight, her knee, and then closer and closer of her hot spot, but there. He knew that’s what she wanted and she knew his going to make her loose her mind before doing it, not to tease her just to make the game more ardently. He unhurriedly parted her knees watching how her hands curled into fists on the sheets. A spasm touched her when she felt his tongue moving there. She wasn’t so tensed now. He massaged her flower and sucked delicately at first, then adding more and more intension till reaching climax. She felt released of everything she experienced during the last months, the anger, the fear and all the lonely nights. She start breathing normally, as he kissed her belly moving his hands all over her body. Finally her tongue caught his and didn’t let it go until she didn’t felt him he couldn’t breathe more. They hugged and she rested her head on his chest feeling his hart beets. They could stay like that forever. They had everything they ever needed or wanted just there. If the world would fall apart they wouldn’t be aware of it.
the end.
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