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“An atom bomb.” Carol said, storming ahead, a bubbling anger that fired her body, a light that existed uncontrolled, without a plan.
A stunned Manousos paused, turning to eye the large crate as if a single glance would trigger it. Did she really say what he heard? It must be a translation error! Yet despite his denial, a dread heaived in his stomach, as though he knew that she was serious. But he refused to believe, because if it was true, then a weapon which was created to split the fabric of the world, the atom, was now in possession of a woman who’s emotions seemed to pingpong from revengful to loveydovey. He hurried away after her into her house, where she had left the door open for him, in hopes to get some answers from her.
He spoke furiously into his phone, his questions endless as he hustled behind her, “Carol Sturka, what are you doing? An atom bomb? Did I hear that correctly? Are you going to give up saving the world? Kill all of humanity?” A robotic voice listed off.
Not answering his desperate questions, Carol’s bob swung back and forth alongside her march to her whiteboard. Her shoulders carried a furious determination to destroy what had rejected her. She came face to face with the storyboard planning on the board as it stood mocking her. These remments of a naive and hopeful past insulted her gravely, reminding her how she had been violenty pushed out of her lovenest, plummenting into the dark lonely hellhold she had tried to escape from-
A warm hand reached out to her shoulder, popping her from the bubble of her thoughts. Carol jumped, turning around to Manousos, whose eyebrows were furrowed with confusion. He went to lift up his phone to speak into it, but she yanked it from his hands and threw it onto the floor.
“Atomic. Le Bombá. Ya’know, ka-boom?” She minicked the explosion with her hands, her dry seriousness again throwing Manousos in a confused daze, “Just-“ She spluttered, “There is nothing to be saved.”
Seeing his speechless state, she drew in a deep shakey breath, before muttering a quick “I need a drink” and bee-lining to the her corner drawer.
Manousos watched her pour herself a very generous glass, afraid that she knew something he didn’t, that the others wielded some unknown power. But he was predeposed to face the truth. Picking the phone from the floor, he asked her, in his native tongue, “What happened?”
She froze, mid-swing of her drink, keeping her back turned. After a pause, she took a deep breath and gulped it down, the harsh bitterness sending a shot of fire into her stomach. “It was just a fucking game.” She grimaced, “All of it. A performance. The bodies are just puppets and they’ll use them to take, and take, and take until nothing is left… Might as well speed up the process.”
There was a pause in the air, with Manousos waiting and Carol caging. “But you knew that.” He said, as he turned and slid the whiteboard to expose the list. Carol’s furious questions and splecaltions was accomanplied with four numbers written at the bottom: 8613 kHz
“But you also knew that something could be done about it.”
He could see her tense up, like an infernal fight of hate and pain was taking place in her bones. She latched onto another bottle and let the alcohol splash into the glass. Again, he waited for some sort of answer as she took a swig, folding his arms in impatience. Suddenly, Carol spun around, bolting past him. She scribbled tempestly onto the board, the marker sqeaking with her rapid movements. Manousos peaked around her shoulder.
“They will steal your dna and make you a FREAK like them!”
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Stumbling and tripping into her bedroom, her body heavy with a drunk mad grief, Carol attempted to undress. Her arms stretched and bumped into her shirt, like she was in a straightjacket.
She sunk into her cold, awful bed, shrinking under the large covers. The room swirled, swirled and swirled, like she was strapped to a spinning dart board. The famailar drunk dizziness both comforted and scared her, everything feeling so far away. She curled up to perserve some sort of warmth, keeping to the right side, afraid to touch the shadow of warmth where Helen, Zosia slept. Zosia… It was unfair. She was so stupid to believe something would go right, that it would be a fairytale ending.
No amount of internal fighting could stop herself from envising Zosia there with a smile, kissing her tears and cupping her cheeks. Being able to hold someone and for them to hold you back. Her heart ached for her to wrap her arms around her and sheild her from the terror that has stripped the world from its humanity. But all that was just a trick.
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Eventually, Carol’s slumper swept her into dream, casting her back into the pool with Zosia. The illumnious, pure blue water lit up the curves of Zosia’s body, who smiled and paddled for Carol to watch. “Please join me.” She said.
Carol’s lips pulling into a satisfied smirk as she sauntered over from her deck chair, and dipped her bare toes into the water. There was no cold shock that came from normal pools, it instead carerresed her skin with this refreshing warmth. With each step, she felt so cleansed and sensitive, her body so light she felt like she was dancing through the clouds. Zosia moved forward, her hands fitting into the curvture of Carol’s hips, as their lips met, smiling into the kiss. There was no water between them, their naked stomachs pressed together, legs entangled, eyes closed, embracing each other’s soft warmth as if it was the only thing in the world. Carol had her fingers feeling the back of Zosia’s neck, playing with her wet hairs.
It was pure bliss, with this tingly sensation curling up her body like smoke. She hoped that Zosia felt the same.
Opening her eyes, she was shot with horror, as the cold, still eyes of Helen stared back instead of Zosia’s. In an instant, the water was striken with ice. She choked on her own devtastion, being suddenly pulled down by the dead weight of Helen’s body, sinking into the depths of the darkness. Her legs swung with ferocity, but it was fruitless.
Before she could fight more, she was blinded by red. Until there was nothing more.
TO BE CONTINUED
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Hiiii!!!!! I don’t really write much but I hope you enjoyed! I love Pluribus so much, and I promise there will be more yuri smutty action!!!!!!!!