Joe

Jamming with Joe
2004-04-28 23:09:02 (UTC)

Binary Divide Episode 2: Piece of You

For Joe, darkness now commanded all. It marched about,
swirled here and there and consumed everything. Quite
simply, the man was unconscious. It was like this for a
while, and that was ok. At least it didn’t hurt. After a
while, however, images began to appear. Fuzzy at first,
these images eventually began to form some semblance to
things he recognized. The first of which was his home in
Milbank. It was a quaint house on a hill, gray in color.
In fact, everything here was gray, which he couldn’t figure
out. He normally dreamed in colors, lots of them, even if
they didn’t make sense. Well, who cares, as long as it
doesn’t hurt. Now the house vanished and was replaced by a
group of people he knew, lots of people he knew, marching
along like they were apart of a funeral procession. Their
faces were a mixture of sad and scared with a touch of
shock. This was interesting to Joe, because he couldn’t
come up with a reason why they would be sad. But before he
could speak, they too vanished. For a moment darkness was
king again, but after a brief moment the black parted
again. This time a girl appeared that he had never seen
before in his life, yet she was familiar all the same. Her
shoulder length brown hair was wild and jagged, flowing
over her strangely familiar face. But what stood out were
her eyes. Her eyes blazed out of the shadow that
surrounded here eye sockets like they were on fire. And
they evidently were trying to burn holes in Joe with
hatred. She stopped and glared at him, fully out of the
shadows. She had on a dark red tank top that was
emblazoned with an ankh across the chest. low-slung black
jeans hugged her waist but held tightly to nothing else.
On her right The top was torn just after her chest, leaving
exposed a large expanse of pale belly. Her arm was some
fishnet that had been sewn loosely into the top. A shiver
ran down Joe’s spine at the sight of her. Then she took a
few steps back and let a procession of light and pain
overwhelm Joe.

He shot his eyes open in shock. Bright! He shut them
again. A few moments passed before he opened them back
up. It was still bright but now he noticed that it was
also blurry. He repeated the opening and shutting process
again. Still bright, not as blurry. Reaching up to his
face, he rubbed a hand on his eyes. No glasses. That’s
why I can’t see, he thought. Now his ears stepped up to
the plate, “Hey, he’s awake!” Female, he thought but
didn’t recognize. A couple of dark shapes now loomed over
him. Joe squinted at them but couldn’t see any better than
before. “What’s wrong,” one of the shapes started, the
same one who has spoke before, “Can’t you see me? Oh no!
He’s blind! Mal, he’s blind! Why?” The speaking but
still unidentified shape kept on talking, but Joe wasn’t
listening. “Mal?” “Yes?” She replied. “Could you find
me my glasses, please?” In a moment cool metal and plastic
found it’s way into his hand. Practiced motions moved the
glasses to his face, where his eyes immediately set about
identifying the surroundings. A hospital was the
conclusion. Then he looked back up at Mallory Malm’s face
and smiled, “Thanks.” She smiled back. Joe then turned
his head at the rampaging girl, “Rachel, I can see.
Stoppit! You’re making a scene.” The sobbing blonde
turned and nearly stumbled in shock, “You can see?!” “I
didn’t have my glasses on, kid.” A thought occurred to
Joe, “What am I doing in a hospital?” Rachel came back to
the bedside and answered, “You were injured after the
meteor fell. We thought you were gonna die.” Mal
added, “A priest came in and gave you your last rights
even, it was that serious.” “Ha”, Joe smiled, “I thought
I’d told you two, I’m not dyin’ until I’m ready.” Rachel
smile, because he had said that before, and as it turned
out, was right. Mal smiled, because he hadn’t ever told
her that before and she suspected a little brain
trauma. “Where’s Dad? And Tim and Holly?”, Joe struggled
to sit up just a little bit. “Their outside in the waiting
room, I’ll go get them.” Joe nodded, “Thanks”, then rested
his head back down as the two girls exited the room. There
were many questions to answer, but none of them could come
to mind, for his thoughts were filled with an image of the
girl with blazing, hateful eyes.




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