30 Minut

From the Story Arc: Phoenyx Rising

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(posted Tuesday, June 14, 2005)

”That’s because…I’m dyin’.”

Shyft pursed her lips, and kicked the inert spirit mask at her feet. She had replayed John’s message in her head over and over in the hours since he made it. A husk clawed at her, and she flung it away, into the water far below.

Her mind flooded with things she had to know. How much longer did he have? How much of his last days had she wasted on her trip to the French Riviera? Would she actually ever see him again? Did he feel anything for her?

“Cerenje, you are being an idiot!” She shook her head and laughed darkly. “Stop acting like one of the giggling little dura in Young Champions. CCCP is for fighting crime, not a dating service!”

She had grown so used to being alone, Shyft had developed an innate ability to argue with herself, if for no other reason than to have someone to talk to. Most people, even super heroes, were afraid of being around her. Who could blame them? She had to wear a belt to keep the pinpoint singularity buried in her forehead under control. One blown circuit, and they could expect a one-way trip to oblivion.

John had been different. He had gladly spent time with her, even performing tedious tasks, just because she had asked. He gave her tips on combing the streets and the best places to strike as a few separate organizations. His help had gotten her the attention of the Freedom Phalanx.

And he looked damn good in the tight leather pants of the CCCP uniform.

He was powerful, and she thought he had seen the same power in her. He was the quasar to her blackhole. They were ying and yang. They were polar opposites that worked in perfect harmony.

And he was dying. She wondered if that made her immortal.

Waves of gravity rippled around her, and she flung herself across the bay towards Talos Island. Beating on the Banished Pantheon seemed a little pointless. There would always be more corpses in this town.

But there was only one John Murdock.

Maybe it was too late, but she had to know more about him. Understand him. Have that moment in time with him before his light went dark.

Zaravet ubezhat
Ili dver na zamok
I molchat I lezhat
Izuchat potolok
I mechtat ne kak vse
Tselovat nebesa
Potolok karusel
Polchasa polchasa

Polchasa poezda pod otkos
Palchasa ne tvoya polosa
Palchasa, palchasa v ne vopros
Ne otvet polchasa, polchasa
Polchasa bez tebya, polchasa
Polchasa on I ya, polchasa
Kazhdyi sam, kazhdyi sam
Polchasa po svoim adresam
Polchasa

Sorvalas I kak vse
Kak vo sne
Ya ni ya
Ne moya karusel
I mechta ne moya
Ili dym, ili grust
Ili dozhd, po glazam
Ya vernus, ya vernus
Polachasa, polchasa

Polchasa poezda pod otkos
Palchasa ne tvoya polosa
Palchasa, palchasa v ne vopros
Ne otvet polchasa, polchasa
Polchasa bez tebya, polchasa
Polchasa on I ya, polchasa
Kazhdyi sam, kazhdyi sam
Polchasa po svoim adresam

Polchasa


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