Hey all

Karah is having a little trouble getting into the Christmas vibe. Oh dear lordy.

This is just something I wrote up the other day and it wouldn't let me submit it on here without a picture apparently, and I post it with the picture and all it shows is the picture. I'm so confused but anyway...

I've called it Talons.

The food is too hot. I sit down and nibble it sparingly, relishing the feel of burnt taste buds. It’s pouring outside and I’m sitting in my underwear at the computer, which is wreathed in coolant. I wish I could go out but I know that I can’t. There’s too much at risk.
Bobby walks in and stares. I forgot about the latex cups and how they give the illusion of bursting out. I’ve had the same body for quite a few months now and you get used to it. If I ever switch skins again I’ll be like a baby; helpless and with no control.
“Quit gawping, moron,” I snap. He’s still staring at me like a dog with its eye on a juicy bone. If it’s one thing I hate, it’s feeling like a lump of tasty meat, especially when I can read the words forming in their minds.
“I… I’m sorry, you look stunning Leila. Really, really s-“
“Please, if you’re going to say sexy, I swear I’m going to gnaw my own ear off.”
He blinks at me, stunned. I’m not in the best of moods at the moment.
Bobby, in his natural form, is the sweetest kid I know. Dark brown hair that looks like he’s just woken up, eyes like chips of the purple sky, ivory skin and the perfect muscles obtained by long, disciplined practice over months of captivity.
Outside, the rain just stops. We both halt; wide-eyed and wary. There’s no way they’ve tracked us down. Not after three years. Nature stops for no-one but the Elyria patrol. We have scant time. I yank out my USB port, wincing as the sparks fly while Bobby systematically types the code in. A five flashes on the screen and counts down. I can hear footsteps outside. Within seconds, Bobby has transformed into an obsidian dragon and I a pearlescent eagle. The five layers of bricks crinkled like cars in a crusher under the onslaught of his widespread wings and momentum of take off. When I said I’d be hopeless if I ever changed skins again I lied. Otherwise I wouldn’t be alive today.

~

“Target spotted Sergeant, I repeat, target spotted!”
An animalistic howl arrived over the speaker. Two heat shapes showed up on the screen. Partners Amber and Travis were elated. It was them, it couldn’t be anyone else. Travis kicked the door in and the partners faced an empty room. It wasn’t possible. Travis checked the screen again and the shapes were still there. So the rumours were true. They stepped forward. Ever since those pathetic children blew up his ship, the boss had been hell-bent on making them suffer. He’d already decided that for every one of his men blown to pieces, double that is how many times he wanted his best team to rend their souls apart.
Caution thrown to the wind, Travis and Amber charged down the hallway. Their equipment had verified that the escapees were harmless and they had no compunctions about going in without a fair go. That was the reputation Elyria was known for. They got there and nothing, ice. Ice covered everything and Amber felt her lungs as they contracted. Where were they? Travis’s eyes darted with frantic panic. Something ticked over close by. Amber leaned forward, intent on the sound just as toxic green flames ate the flesh off her bones. Travis fared slightly better, his butt scorching first as he turned to retreat. Both of them were little more than biological sludge by the time the rain started pouring again and the flames hissed and spat.

~

I shouldn’t like it but I do. Those soldiers know nothing of the power struggle taking place on this planet. Bobby soars above me, destination in mind. We’re on the run again and part of me loves it. Life was starting to get boring for a second.



That's just me being bored and slightly creative. Thoughts?

Merry Christmas to all!

Love Karah