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srwug_alpha_rp2013-05-29 11:02 pm
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A lost boy [Foreshadowing/locked]
At night sometimes he'd go to her. It didn't seem right to him that she was propped up and displayed like that. Like...like some museum piece! After the old man had stroked her cold cheek and poured his rambling confessions out to her (she never answered, not the way she did for him), he'd give up or there would be some urgent business to attend to like a particularly juicy find. Not to mention the nighttime hours. Uncle was sleeping more and more, meaning more and more time for him and mother...
When he came to her, she'd sing him lullabies. She'd tell him about her childhood, in rural China, back when she'd been called Anna. She told him of the years spent as a slave in the cold depths of Arkhangel. Of adventures, facing villainous despoilers of the earth with nothing but her wits and a vibrodao. She didn't ask much in return. Just a battery once in a while, and sometimes to pass along a message to her other children.
He was jealous but he'd do anything to please his new mother, so he obeyed dutifully. Mother was closer than Uncle, right? He didn't remember his real parents, but he knew that much. And Mother said he was a good boy, strong and beautiful and loyal to her and that one day, when she was whole, she would make him powerful too, with gut-boring claws and senses sharp enough to smell blood from across a mountain.
Those all sounded like interesting things to have. But right then, after a short life doing nothing but stealing, he had the most valuable thing he'd ever owned: a mother's love.
In his hard bunk in a chamber under miles of cold, crushing ocean, he smiled and slept peacefully.
When he came to her, she'd sing him lullabies. She'd tell him about her childhood, in rural China, back when she'd been called Anna. She told him of the years spent as a slave in the cold depths of Arkhangel. Of adventures, facing villainous despoilers of the earth with nothing but her wits and a vibrodao. She didn't ask much in return. Just a battery once in a while, and sometimes to pass along a message to her other children.
He was jealous but he'd do anything to please his new mother, so he obeyed dutifully. Mother was closer than Uncle, right? He didn't remember his real parents, but he knew that much. And Mother said he was a good boy, strong and beautiful and loyal to her and that one day, when she was whole, she would make him powerful too, with gut-boring claws and senses sharp enough to smell blood from across a mountain.
Those all sounded like interesting things to have. But right then, after a short life doing nothing but stealing, he had the most valuable thing he'd ever owned: a mother's love.
In his hard bunk in a chamber under miles of cold, crushing ocean, he smiled and slept peacefully.