Marie Among the Moles
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Original - Misc › Science Fiction
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
787
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Epilogue: The Blind Leading the Blind
It had been three months since the panel's plot against their own people had been exposed, with help of the undeniable proof of a mole in the panel compound's stable and the testimony of one of their own--Barry taking the stand to speak out against the organization of which he had once been proud to be an active member. Marie's killing of the panel member with a stake was all but forgotten in the outpouring of long-supressed anger and sadness that resulted from her discovery. This moment of desperation proved useful to her, however, as it added weight to her plea that the remaining panel members be banished instead of executed. And her punishment turned out to be a most excruciating one..
Panel members six through eleven plus one through four trudged through the wasteland, kicking up clouds of dust as they went along. "How do you suppose people survive out here?" asked panel member seven, sounding more than a little anxious.
"Oh, I suppose they find some way to get along. Hidden wells and the like."
"Hidden wells? Say, I think I see someone!"
"Where? What are you talking about?"
"There! Standing on that rock!"
"Oh yeah.." said panel member two.
The old woman stepped down from her rock and shuffled towards them. The panelists stared, relieved to have finally found someone but utterly confused at the same time.
"Say, lady, how come you've got your eyes closed? Don't you have any.."
The old woman reached up to her face, pinching the bottom of an eyelid between her thumb and index finger and slowly lifting it to reveal..nothing at all. Only the slick red and white walls of her occular cavity.
"Your turn, boys," she said, pulling out a sinister-looking device, a cross between an ice cream scoop and a chainsaw, from an inner pocket of her long, gray robes. The panelists drew back in horror, but as they turned to flee, they became aware of a large number of large, slow-moving shapes, drawing into a tight circle around them. They would have recognized them anywhere. Unlike others of their kind, this was the first time they had felt fear in their presence. It grew and grew and grew, then turned into incredible pain as the circle tightened and the old woman set to work, welcoming them into the fold the best way she knew how.
When at last she had completed her work and the panel lay before her, clutching mindlessly at their bleeding eye sockets, their agonized cries echoing all around them, she raised her voice in a high-pitched cackle. Marie and Barry pushed through the circle of enraptured moles, joining her in her laughter.
"The blind leading the blind, eh Barry?" Marie said, poking panelist number ten in the ribs with a stick. He moaned and rolled away, then resumed the horrified contemplation of his newly-empty eye sockets.
Barry smirked, slinging his arm around her shoulders. "Let's get you out of here before you do any REAL damage," he said, and, having shaken hands with the old woman and thanked her for her assistance, they started back across the desert, leaving the panelists to their awful fate.
Panel members six through eleven plus one through four trudged through the wasteland, kicking up clouds of dust as they went along. "How do you suppose people survive out here?" asked panel member seven, sounding more than a little anxious.
"Oh, I suppose they find some way to get along. Hidden wells and the like."
"Hidden wells? Say, I think I see someone!"
"Where? What are you talking about?"
"There! Standing on that rock!"
"Oh yeah.." said panel member two.
The old woman stepped down from her rock and shuffled towards them. The panelists stared, relieved to have finally found someone but utterly confused at the same time.
"Say, lady, how come you've got your eyes closed? Don't you have any.."
The old woman reached up to her face, pinching the bottom of an eyelid between her thumb and index finger and slowly lifting it to reveal..nothing at all. Only the slick red and white walls of her occular cavity.
"Your turn, boys," she said, pulling out a sinister-looking device, a cross between an ice cream scoop and a chainsaw, from an inner pocket of her long, gray robes. The panelists drew back in horror, but as they turned to flee, they became aware of a large number of large, slow-moving shapes, drawing into a tight circle around them. They would have recognized them anywhere. Unlike others of their kind, this was the first time they had felt fear in their presence. It grew and grew and grew, then turned into incredible pain as the circle tightened and the old woman set to work, welcoming them into the fold the best way she knew how.
When at last she had completed her work and the panel lay before her, clutching mindlessly at their bleeding eye sockets, their agonized cries echoing all around them, she raised her voice in a high-pitched cackle. Marie and Barry pushed through the circle of enraptured moles, joining her in her laughter.
"The blind leading the blind, eh Barry?" Marie said, poking panelist number ten in the ribs with a stick. He moaned and rolled away, then resumed the horrified contemplation of his newly-empty eye sockets.
Barry smirked, slinging his arm around her shoulders. "Let's get you out of here before you do any REAL damage," he said, and, having shaken hands with the old woman and thanked her for her assistance, they started back across the desert, leaving the panelists to their awful fate.