frozenonthesea
Violent. He was violent. The blood on the planks. The innards scattered. The dead lying everywhere. The water flowing into the ship. He was violent. Than, he saw his Helen, cold, pale and tiny against the hard planks, she was even prettier in death, the hints of blue etching into her forever smiling face. Helen is what made him do it. He could not stop it. She had been poisoned. He could not take it, losing her, and he went into a violent, mad, frenzied rage, he destroyed everything. Everything he knew and loved at one time was going to sink and fade away at the bottom of the sea. He knew that.
I heard the megaphone and it sounded distant, it didn't sound loud, like it would normally when placed near someones ear. No. It sounded like it was across fields and plains, across rocks, running brooks, ocean tides, and forests with bustling with activity. It did not feel like it was close, it did not sound like it was close; not anymore. It was like it was drown in noises that did not really exist, it was like it was really not even there either. The falling rocks, the falling bridges, the collasping people, the sounds coming over the megaphone, the cries, it was like they were there, but they weren't actually at the same time, because verything seemed so silent except a loud roar in my ears, it was like everything was playing slowly, dancing in slow motion ever on to wahtever they might lead to. No matter what, in those long moments, it sounded like the Megaphone was so far away, until the moment broke away. And than I heard it.
Gabriel found out something about his charge, and he was not expecting it at all. Really, everything about her, was not what he expected form observations, but she only gave off what she wanted others to know or think, otherwise she was closed and reserved like a building that is being rebuild or modified for benefits, so was the way Lucille was as well, she was very much like a building, sometimes a old building that is ruined or tarnished is like a palace on the inside. Lucille was definitely not what Gabriel was expecting, and he was sure he did not like all of it, nor did he dislike it. It was here nor there.
Lucille knew that chores were hard work most of the time, though often she thought her chores fun, at least, when she was a kid she did, as she got older, the harder they seemed to get, and the more she seemed to have to do. It was not fair, but, who ever said life, or chores was fair, if anyone could say that, they were dead wrong 99.9% of the time, though they probably would never admit they were wrong.
Gabriel had watched so many people, living their daily lives, going about everything, from warwaging to cooking, to household duties, to cleaning the stables, and it all came down to the catergory which it deprived from, and that catergory is chores. Chores are something every place has, and every child knows and knows to dread at times, as well as adults because they are heavily laden with chores that are expected to be done, for wars, for family, for anything.
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