PASSION FOR TINION (WIP Novel 120,000 words)
© Cupideros, October 21, 2006
CHAPTER 66: DANA’S PURSUIT
© Cupideros, Thursday, May 28, 2009
It was Friday night, Dana’s party night. She’d changed from her office clothes to party clothes. She planned on real fun in her white blouse, short white skirt, no panties and white heels. Her wavy medium length hair fell in a soft curve around her heart-shaped face with the ends turned under. Dana hated the hair style name Pageboy. She refused to use it. She renamed it the "Pagegirl." She all woman, silky and sugar and spice. Her delicate small shoulders curved down to her arms and buoyant small breasts. Now she was in pursuit of two people, missing. Lucky, you dying bastard, thought Dana as she stopped walking and fixed a hard stare at her next target. “Another SMAG city hotel.” Why is Rolith doing this? She thought back:
“Dana, things are going chaotic.” He suppressed a spontaneous leg jerk. “I need someone, someone I can trust to go and find two people. Tonight.”
Dana watched the elevator lights go down deeper and deeper. Finally it stopped on the lowest level, and she got off. The placed smell slum. The walls looked slum. Blood smeared the walls in sporadic fashion. Obviously, from dragging some torture victim to the next station. More--harder torturer. Several steel doors presented themselves to Dana’s blue eyes. Dana started walking. She heard men talking, laughing, and boasting about their prowess before women and torture victims. She kept walking closer to those voices. Finally, in the narrow passages of dirty white wall, the first men came into view.
“Heyyyy! Dana’s here.”
“Yo. Look. Rolith’s main girl.”
"Rolith's Techno Hit Girl--Dana!"
"Where's your gun, Dana?"
"Shut up, idiot. Dana never uses a gun."
Dana steeled her emotions and kept stepping. Her white blouse and short white skirt hardly appropriate for this mission. Rolith insisted she must go now. Tonight, find out if RaydGalil lived. Question him about Lucky Nardino. What did Lucky tell RaydGalil? Was Lucky a double agent? Her white badge with the large R (for Rolith) on the right, pasted on her right breasts. Her professional blonde hair suggested no-nonsense. Though men found symbolism hard to understand, Dana thought as her heels clicked rhythmically down the halls. She forced her legs to move faster, in short, quick steps. She locked eyes with each man. She refused to bend her neck to these larger dogs, like some vulnerable one in the pack. She kept her legs close to her body, relaxed but professional. Almost like a solider marching, only looser. Her bare legs didn’t make the job any easier as the men stared. Down here, women hardly appeared, unless in twos. Dana remember a conversation with her mom, long ago, when she was ten years old.
“Mom, how are women internally powerful.” They were walking on Ecoelia Beach on the Far West of Galan. A big bright sun rising at ten o’clock in the morning had some ways to go. The cool wind played in Dana’s short blonde hair. “I’m confused, about the Last Prophet CE’s saying.”
“We really can’t discuss religion publicly.” She looked around. “I guess it’s okay. Much of what the Last Prophet says, can’t be understood by reading it.” Dana’s mom dropped some sand she had picked up. She pulled Dana closer to the blue-green water lapping the beach sand. “Experience is the best way to understand religion. Dana’s mom reached down and washed her hands off. She showed her clean hands to her ten-year-old daughter. “See. No confusing sand once I rinsed them in the experience of the ocean.”
“So women are like the water,” Dana bent down to rinse her hands.
“Yes.”
“And water has internal power like the Abyss.”
“Yes.” Her mom laughed. She bent down with her daughter and scooped up a handful of blue-green water. She poked the water with her other hand. “See. Easily the water parts.” She held up her finger and a water drop fell from her pink manicured nail. “Not powerful at all.”
Dana giggled. “Right.”
“Look out there, though, Dana?”
“I’m looking.”
“All that water together, is powerful? Can you walk fast in that water?”
“No mom, I cannot” Dana smiled. I tried to walk a few feet to play with my girlfriend in the pool and it was so hard.”
“That’s why we swim to flow with the water.” Dana’s mom pointed outward. “Out there billions and billions of drops of water stand together. They are invincible. Nothing can stop them. Together they can rise and become a gigantic blue Tsunami hand. That hand towering over a city, can flatten the city and drag all it’s inhabitants, buildings, cars, walls, people, dogs, trees, even the land itself down, down into the ocean’s very depths.” Dana’s mom turned to her daughter’s surprised wide blue eyes. “That’s the internal power we women have. And the Abyss is far, far more powerful than water!”
Dana nodded. “I am like the Abyss. I have internal power.”
“Yes, daughter. Remember that. You may seem weak on the outside, as if water in the ocean seems weak. But together, with the Abyss nature, readily inside us, we are stronger than anyone can imagine.”
Dana’s muscular system brought synchronistic coordination as she focused her mind silently: I am the blue ocean wave, the blue python. Her gluteus (buttock muscle) moved without jiggling, although she wore no panties. In a powerful one, two movement, she marched. I am the blue over flowing river knocking down walls, pushing houses. Her triceps (muscles at the back of her upper arms) kept counter stride with her taut bare legs. I am pushing aside fire trucks, police cars, immobilizing tanks, as I travel. I am one with the river. She heard a high lilting voice around the corner, around the bends in these sweating, musk-smelling dirty white walls. The sound annoyed Dana, but she kept up her powerful steps. The force growing so strong, as Dana walked it pushed the men in their anonymous spy clothes and orange badges back towards the wall. Dana turned the corner, keeping eye contact with every male. She spotted a girl, young, inexperience moving backwards from three men. The girl lifting her shirt back on her bare shoulders and squealing, almost like she was enjoying her dangerous predicament. Bad things happened down here to women. Dana never slowed her pace. She reached the pup girl and grab her by her neck, “Come with me!” The girl slingshot away from the guys. She didn’t have to provide a coy explanation. “Stay behind me.”
“What!”
“Shut up and stay behind me.” Dana hissed.
Dana kept up her thought: We are drops of water walking with many drops. We are powerful. We flow pass all danger and obliterate all obstacles. The girl now fell mysterious in step with Dana’s stride. The girl began to feel the power. Dana visualized the powerful blue river up to their necks. But the river did not slow them. They flowed with it swiftly onto their purposed goal. Dana was completely lost. She gave herself over to the Abyss. Flow in the Abyss River. I am the blue Python, the powerful ocean. She turned and stopped suddenly. Four men stood across from a scummy steel door. Loud muffled rock music escaped from inside the door. Dana kept her eyes on the men; then she yanked open the door. The rock music blared loudly and the screams of a man being tortured shrieked free. “In here,” Dana, told the girl, pulling her inside, as her eyes stayed locked on the astonished frozen men. Dana stared back, visualizing the river water up to her neck and she slammed the steel door cutting off their sight. “Bam!”
Dana surveyed the room. She found the music switch and pointed. “Turn that music off.”
The girl did as told.
Dana walked around and saw a man matching her dossier picture. RaydGalil, strapped to a black table, the table turned up vertically. He stood helpless. Straps around his shoulders, his waist, his legs and ankles. His hands strapped at an odd horizontal angle at his wrist pointing toward the wall. She saw they had cut his nails very short. She guessed the wall beamed out unseeable nanotech blast torturing the man’s fingernails. No evidence, no trace of this torture when it’s over, Dana thought. That’s the beauty and deadly nature of being a white lab rat in a Skinner box. RaydGalil’s eyes stayed closed. He fought the pain in his legs, his lungs and heart. Dana watched him carefully before she spoke. Panic attack first. Heart attack simulation next. Then breathing a big breath. Panic attack, heart attack, breathed. Dana said this over and over until she got the rhythm down.
“RaydGalil. RaydGalil!”
RaydGalil hardly believed his eyes when he saw the beautiful Dana standing there, in her white blouse and short white skirt and bare legs.
Dana said his name again, “RaydGalil. Who—was Lucky Nardino?”
RaydGalil realized he wasn’t hallucinating. She was beautiful, a real woman.
Dana focused in. Nano tech on his right should suggesting “Quit. Give up. Tell us what we want to know. You can’t win RaydGalil.” On his left shoulder, near her, was a lint nanotech making a buzzing sound in his ear. Shit he can hardly hear me. Dana feed her mind with RaydGalil mind. He is seeing a woman. Someone beautiful, young, they are making love. That’s how he’s surviving this torture. “RaydGalil! What did Lucky tell you, Dana said after brushing away the buzzing lint nano.
“Lucky tried to recruit, Ugg!—tried to recruit me for SILTH!”
“Did Lucky tell you how to beat the Body Magnet Technology?”
RaydGalil shook his head no, in the little motions he could. His head being strapped down to the black vertical table. RaydGalil wondered why the woman didn’t turn off the nano torture? She seemed to know what it was doing, torturing him.
“You’re lying RaydGalil. Tell me the truth. I can get you out of this situation.” Dana lied.
“That is the truth. All I wanted to do was love, my Juliette. I took a vacation, “Ugg,” he said as he experienced a heart attack. “I met a girl. SILTH.” RaydGalil eyes clinched as the panic attack seized his chest. He verbalized his heart attack, “Ugg.” Then he breathed deeply again. “SILTH said she was the daughter of some Quo Air Force General. Ugg.”
Dana saw the girl slapping RaydGalil from her above position. “RaydGalil. Lucky is dead.”
RaydGalil’s eyes dropped in sadness. He would have shook his head to avoid the tears falling from his eyes. But he could not move his head. His eyes teared up. “I didn’t—Ugg. Know the man.”
Dana half believed him. However, she was here to find out the truth. She knew her scent was high on this full moon. Her tampon string hung outside her sex. She would get the information from him--using her internal power. She saw RaydGalil had already collapsed into her scent a little. He was gentler toward her. Even though she had done little to reduce his nano torture. Dana watched like a snake about to pounce. Panic Attack. Heart Attack. Breathe. . Panic Attack. Heart Attack. Breathe. . Panic Attack. Heart Attack. Microseconds between his heart attack and his big breath, she jumped in front of RaydGalil and stood there her legs wider apart. BREATHE! RaydGalil eyes shot wide open. He picked up my scent, the animal part of him. She stared hard at RaydGalil’s Third Eye and went inside. She saw him standing in the huge cool Quodarian tunnels. The black flex-steel all around them. The one-inch pink line showing the directions to and from the tunnel.
“We have to send you back RaydGalil.”
“You can’t send me back.” He shook his head. “Do you know what they’ll do to me? They’ll assume I have some new information from you.”
“Look RaydGalil. If I don’t exchange you, and you try to live in Quodarian, you and me will end up gutted below, found in some ditch with a blood-red scarf tied around our necks.”
“And no one, no one,” said a Native American Girl, Cherokeelona, “will do a damn thing about it.” And the woman brushed back her sleek black hair and RaydGalil saw a Rose and Dagger tattoo on her neck. “We have a new weapon coming on line. Using hair grease to block the Body Magnet Technology and our DNA guns won’t do you any good, Galan scum.”
Dana moved deeper into RaydGalil’s mind. Yes. This place. Dana viewed a large mental space containing several doors. This is RaydGalil’s mind space.
Dana immediately heard the nanotech mantra: “Quit. Give up. Tell us what we want to know. You can’t win RaydGalil.” Hurrying toward the sound coming from the open door, she peered inside. She gallumphed just inside the door frame. Eight men and one woman lay on orange lounge chairs in a circle. Their eyes closed. The SILTH Dreamers! Dana thought. I’ve never seen any of these faces.
“Dreamers. This is the future of SILTH,” bragged Rolith. “Control people from a distance through their minds, through their souls. We’ll soon be able to move our souls inside their souls and make them do whatever we want. We’ll use dream potions, drugs, aborigine psychotics, pharmaceuticals to make truth serum for the people. Delivered through the wire system by our anonymous wall crawlers into their sleeping mouths at night, in water and food. People will let us in their minds and souls.” Rolith leaned back in his chair, “Dana did you know there is a prophecy in the Bible saying man would do what I’ve described?” Rolith’s eyes didn’t blink. Dana wished Rolith reach into his pocket and take out a big fat brown cigar. Make a loud sarcastic laugh, cackle like a stereotypical witch. Then she might find these revealing SILTH secrets laughable. Rolith didn’t oblige. He sat like a professor or businessman doing some benign service for humanity, making diapers or selling milk and cereal. “Right there in plain sight. Doesn’t matter about resistance either. If one SILTH Dreamer cannot do it, we’ll simply work the numbers. Use two. If two doesn’t work, we’ll use three, four, five. However, many SILTH Dreamers it takes, Dana. We (SILTH) shall become Gods over pathetic humanity.”
Dana remembered being horrified at his letting-my-hair-down words to her, his protégé. She wanted to disbelieve Rolith.
“I still see the subject. He’s in great pain.”
“He’s talking to someone. I can’t hear—rock music blasting my ears.”
“Damn, clumsy torturers. We’re all working at cross purposes.”
“That damn, Quodarian Spy Girl keeps clouding our visions through his eyes.”
Dana noticed they never referred to themselves by name.
“RaydGalil feeling emotions of lust.”
“A woman torture?”
“Maybe.”
“Applying connections through psychosexual pressure. Making him think about his girlfriend spy, TelGara.”
“Open the space again. This time will show him being chased by huge black dogs, in closed hallway.”
“Yes. He didn’t respond well to falling.”
“No terrified enough of acrophobia - fear of heights.”
“Let’s send him pictures of him in a coffin again.”
“We didn’t try ophiciophobia - fear of snakes.”
“We’ll do that next after this.”
“When the nanotechs attack his hand, is the exact moment will picture the dog bitting his hand.”
“Always work together,” said a man with a smiling voice.
“SILTH is one,” said the female.
Dana prowled backwards outside the room. She stared one last time and slammed the door.
She barreled to another open door. When she tried to enter, a woman in a blood-red robe blocked the entire entrance. Dana could not see into the robe’s shadows. She saw no hands. She felt a woman under the blood-red robe. No, Dana thought, you are not Prophets. You are strong, powerful, but not ancient. Dana glided over to the next door closed.
She twisted the knob. It opened onto a battlefield. RaydGalil heard someone shouting “Friendly Fire!” He turned to see six men with orange scarves firing at him. He ran forward and ducked behind a disabled Galan tank. The scene faded as RaydGalil got up and ran forward towards the Quodarian side.
Dana drifted to the next door. She opened it. “Akyria! Sleeping with Lucky!” Dana watched as the scene unfolded:
Lucky said, “I have a friend, Akyria. Nice guy. He’s in love with my sister.”
Akyria tried to straighten her wet hair, but gave up half way as she relished her calmed, pleasing sexual feelings. She knew he was a Quodarian now. “You want me to help him?”
“Yes. Keep him out of Silth’s way for a while. He’s in the army already. Does that make it easier?”
“That won’t be easy, Lucky. I like you and all, but there’s much risk in your requests.” She considered this carefully as her sex drained of all their “soup” feelings. “I figured out a way.”
Lucky reached over and touched Akyria’s belly button in a loving way.
“I have a commander in the army who owes me a favor.”
“All right.”
“But RaydGalil will have to go to the front!”
Dana paced her steps toward the door without a handle. “The Prophets!” Dana saw their chairs, cloaked in darkness, their faces undiscernible. Why is RaydGalil, a man who simply fell in love, so important to everyone, Dana thought? She tried to enter. An electric bolt prevented her. She listened.
An old man, very old, said in an ancient Sioux Indian language Dana didn’t understand through her human ears, although her mind understood, “You’ve done well, Wayward Prophet. I die in peace now. We are deep inside the SILTH mind now. Our take over of Tinon is assured.”
The Wayward Prophet responded, “She is a full prophet! Battle hardened. Strong.”
Who is battle hardened, strong, Dana thought?
Dana crumbled to the ground. The nano torture made her dizzy and her limbs heavy. She risked it to jump in at the exact moment for RaydGalil’s nose to grab her scent. The girl standing by the music switch saw a glimpse and that Dana wore no panties. She gasped.
Dana scooted from RaydGalil direct path. She rose to her feet. “He doesn’t know anything. Lucky did not tell him how to beat the Body Magnet Technology. He figured it out himself. Let’s go.”
The girl started to open the steel door without any windows.
“No.”
RaydGalil made a motion, trying to turn his head to see them. They were both out of his view range, “Ugg. Will you help me?”
“Your girlfriend already helps you.” Dana dropped him from her attention. She stared hard at the girl. Stay in line. Follow me and talk to no one. NO ONE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
“YES, MAM!”
“We may just make it out of this SMAG hell hole.” Dana steeled her emotions and straightened her deltoid (shoulder muscles). “Turn the rock music back on. Make eye contact. DO NOT LOOK DOWN AT THE FUCKING FLOOR!” Dana yanked the heavy door open.
Four men stood there. Their arms across their chest defiant. “You two girls do—make the guy confess with a blow job?”
Dana shot water spritz mentally into all their eyes. “Let’s Go. Newbie.” Dana began again mentally as they walked swift and sure steps away from the amazed men. I am the blue river overflowing, pushing all debris aside. She turned the corner. More men standing on one side. Frustrated looks on their faces. Dana knew her scent drew them. However using her internal power at this time was right. Dana didn’t feel her legs; she didn’t even hear their clicking clakety heels in the dank maze of caverns. She focused as they moved in unison. I am one drop of many. We are two drops of many in the Tsunami Ocean. The huge blue hand smashing the cities, dragging cars, trucks, buildings, walls, people, pets and even land down, down to the ocean’s watery depths. The girl felt the words, even though she could not hear them physically. She began repeating them silently with Dana. I am one drop of many. We are two drops of many in the Tsunami Ocean. The huge blue hand smashing the cities, dragging cars, trucks, buildings, walls, people, pets and even land down, down to the ocean’s watery depths. Dana saw in her regular sight, the high water mark from their previous visit. This shocked her at first. But she kept moving, onward, turning sharply left, then right, almost knowing her way by instinct, even thought she’d never visited this SMAG House of this SMAG city in her life. They reached the elevator in silence. No one had spoke to either of them. Dana turned around and stared as if one hundred men were at the elevator watching them, wanting them sexual. She was hard. The elevator crawled to a close and she pressed the elevator button GL for Ground level. It was over.
The girl and Dana walked away powerfully until they reached past one hundred feet to a small artificial pool. It’s dark waters rippling from a cool breeze. Dana relaxed. “Don’t you ever go down there alone again. You were lucky this time.”
“Lucky wasn’t the half of it. I almost peed my panties. I was so glad to see you. And when you grabbed me and we started walking—it was like wow! She shook her head and gazed into Dana’s blue eyes. This is power, real power.”
“Internal power. All women have it.”
“Then I thought what a foolish thing to go pantyless in a short dress too.”
“Shut up!” Dana snapped. “You have no idea what I was doing. This is a woman’s power. Long ago, they use to put the Sheila Na Gig on the door post. The picture of a woman squatting and opening her sex. This symbol warded off the evil spirit and mean men, even the discordant Gods. Village women and girls in a circle surrounded once Astriw, one of the world rulers who only lasted 100 days. Before that, Astriw was unbeatable. Then the women and girl’s raised their dresses and flashed their sex and Astriw’s power was broken. Don’t denigrate what you don’t know about, Newbie!”
“Okay…”Besides, you’re on your period too.”
“You can’t smell my cunt.”
Dana scoffed. “Take a deep breath. You can smell mine.”
The girl took a deep breath and crinkled her nose.
“A woman’s cunt scent flows out of her hair, her shoulders, her breasts, her belly button, her inner thighs, even her feet.” Dana sneered at her. “Men can’t smell it but their reptilian brains certainly can. We women have this as our internal power, one of them. And when the moon is high like tonight, women are powerful in the extreme.”
The girl stood in silence, astonished. “I must get back home. Thanks for rescuing me.”
Dana watched the girl walk fifteen feet, get into her car and drive off. Five SMAG Houses in one day. I can do it again. One more person to find who supposedly knew Lucky Nardino. Then she got a very bad gut feeling. “Rolith! What are you doing. You’re betraying me!” She raised her chin up and into the night sky cried: “Oh Abyss Mother and Father Help Me, Save Me, Protect Me in these stupid, dangerous tasks.” She closed her eyes.
“Dana. Dana! Come with me!” said a deep voice.
Dana looked up and saw a black robed figure in midair, “A Prophet! Prophet’s can’t touch regular people and regular people can’t become prophets.”
“Not true, Dana, come. Your energies are high right now. You’ve gain power by saying the Tsunami Mantra,” He said, holding out his hand. “Besides, you are half prophet. A dangerous man was beating your mother in her youth, out in the deserts, in the badlands. I saved her from him and in returned asked if she’d have a child with me, for me. Because prophets cannot mate under our rules. I broke the rules and you, Dana, are that child. So come--hurry.”
Dana took the prophet’s hand. “Prophets can’t add people at will. Someone has to die first,” she said taking his hand and stepping upwards into the night sky. Then the space closed around them. They were in the between worlds, not in the Abyss pure, but between the earthly world and the Abyss.
At this same time, six men rushed out of the SMAG house. “There she is! Dana! Dana!” one man shouted. The men rushed up to the black artificial pool rippling in the breeze.
The prophet and Dana watched the men approach. The Prophet continued, “This is true, Dana. Little Big Horn Sioux, our eldest leader, retired for many years, just died.” The prophet smiled. “We need a new member to keep the seats filled. The Abyss provides.”
“Prophets only accept men?” Dana said. “My mother told me all about you.”
“Not true. Women do not come out to our desert home. It’s dangerous crossing the badlands unless you have a Hoover craft like the Arists. The Arists women come seeking questions about love and marriage, not membership.”
“Damn! I know I saw her here.”
“Forget about her, Jack.”
“Don’t you ever!” He pointed a crooked and straight finger at the man, “Try to stop me again, when I’m thinking of getting some pussy from a woman!”
“You won’t have to worry about that Jack,” said the other man as he pulled his gun and pointed at his forehead. “You SILTH scumbag.” He fired, hitting the man through the forehead.
Dana gasped.
The man holding the gun spit on the fallen man. “Let’s start this battle for Galan, tonight.”
His buddies in the Hearldan Guard nodded. The men all went back inside the SMAG House dungeons.
The prophet said, “Dana you brought back the Ancient Women’s Tsunami Mantra tonight, fulfilling The Last Prophet’s Saying:
On a night when the Moon is Full
A woman in white blouse and short white skirt,
Shall traverse the caverns and jungles
Sharing the Ancient Woman’s Tsunami Mantra
To the People, To women again.
FROM THE 3,500 SAYINGS OF THE LAST PROPHET CE.
End Chapter 66.
This page was last updated: July 28, 2009
“You’ve done well, Wayward Prophet. I die in peace now. We are deep inside the SILTH mind now. Our take over of Tinon is assured.”
The Wayward Prophet responded, “She is a full prophet! Battle hardened. Strong.”
--CONVERSATION BETWEEN LEADER OF THE PROPHETS Little Big Horn Sioux and The Wayward Prophet in Galan
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