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two corpsesSometimes he wonders if she’s inside his head or if it’s the other way around.
They always start off so innocently, the dreams. A vacant beach. The freshwater waves of Lake Gusev have already turned the other children’s sandcastles to lumps but he’s smarter, he has the higher ground. He’s attending to the finer details (because what castle doesn’t have a proper leaf for a flag?) when something rings out on the edge of his perception, and he has to turn to hear more clearly.
“John,” the woman calls, and for the briefest instant she’s a stranger - then she flickers and reforms like a glitchy vid and relief floods him as he recognizes her. He’s vaguely aware it should be the other way around, but mother is abstract to him. He scrambles to his feet and runs on skinny little-boy legs, kicking up sand as he races toward her. She smiles and waves a translucent pale-blue hand…
… and the lakeside is gone, replaced by snar
Reach: New BloodThere were small squads of Grunts atop the riverbank, nothing five Spartans couldn’t handle - but anyone who’d been fighting the Covenant as long as Jorge had knew there were never that many Grunts deployed without supervision. But a blur of silvery armor hurtled past him, too quick for a warning, and it took a moment for him to realize their new Six was telling them they were too slow for her taste, in her own way. She didn’t even give pause for the Grunts, who were too busy shooting at the rest of Noble to engage her properly; she disappeared over the top of the bank and Jorge heard a chorus of guttural snarls and growls from the other side. Elites.
“Wait for backup, Lieutenant!” Carter bellowed, sprinting after her with Kat at his heels. Emile trailed behind, turning his helmet just long enough for Jorge to know he was skeptical. They’d just received Thom’s replacement this morning, and already she was causing trouble. The older Spart
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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