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Remote Viewing part 3

These words, from sucha handsome and capable man such as Sayid, makes Ayn glow and radiate like a diamond, bigger then any diamond ever, on earth and on Aghartha.
With her index finger she draws him closer at her. Then she gently lays her hands arround his face and brings her lips towards his mouth.
Scanning eachothers emotions with their eyes, their lips and tongues do the preliminary, reconnaissance into a complete un-chartered world of love.
They taste vanilla, liquorice, mocca, honey, strawberry, chili-pepper, kiwi...and what was that?
So indescribable, inconceivable and unsurpassable hot and sweet at the same time.
The best they have ever tasted and very encouraging for more, lots more.
Wait, what is that? Something even hotter, sweeter, so delicious.... Let's try that once more....Spicey yet soft, provoking yet smooth, so indefinable but yet so irresistable...
And you want to know...
You want to know...
You need to know....
But, aww, these damn ribs!
Very disappointed Sayid has to retreat.
And Ayn smiles.
She smiles again.
She always smiles.
Her purple eyes lighten up :"Don't you think you get off that easy. I simply give you some room because of your injuries.
"" I don't intend to...give up." he replies :"62 days on one and the same island...just arround the corner...and I never saw you. Was I blind?".
"No. There is nothing wrong with your eyes or your brain. In fact, you have seen more then many of your friends."
"More? I dounbt it.....I should have seen...Henry's trap. But I stepped into it...just like my friends.", his eyes darken with sorrow :"I hope they are still alive.
"" Yes. They are. There has not been any significant changes since Henry's assault on you." 
"Can you also see that...with remote viewing?" 
"Yes. I will teach you. But not everything at once. Step by step. Two important clues during lesson one, one: forget everything learned or studied and two: remember the things you see now. Ready?"
That suprises him, :"What? Right now?"
"Yep. Close your eyes and picture the face of the person you saw last, before the assault. Who is that person? How does he or she look like? Concentrate on the colour of the eyes and the colour of the hair, the shape of the face..Who is it?".
"Sawyer." he says, somewhat suprised himself.
Sawyer, aka James Ford, nearly gets a heart attack when he suddenly hears Sayid's voice.
Tracing like a sleuth he scans every detail of his surroundings.
He could have sworn he heared the voice of Sayid, but he can't find the Iraqi soldier anywhere.
He has to admit, to himself, that he sure would like to see that little bronzed agile man again, if it were only because Sayid probably is the only person who would do a bold and kamikaze-like thing like trying to save him, Kate and Jack. He would probably even want to embrace him like a brother.
A big grinn brightens his face for a second.
Sayid and Ayn are but six feet away from him, on the island.
:"Good Grace!" another word Sayid learned on the island, but would never say that anywhere else in case a muslim would overhear it,: "He looks awefull. What did they do to him?"
Clever, foxy, cunning and a tiny little bit vain, Sawyer now wears dirty brown baggy rags, he is barefooted and has heavy chains arround his ankles.
Picking up firewood, he still scans the perimeter.
"Hurry up, man! We don't have all day!" another man yells at him.
This man also wears brown worn off rags, but he has leather moccasins on and no chains.
And he wears a rifle,, an old kaleshinkov and as Sayid assesses, well groomed and working.
"Who is that man?" Sayid asks Ayn.
"A criminal." she answers, : "There have been many attempts to find and infiltrate Inner Earth. Most of them were after the treasures, our gold, diamonds, jewels, but also the instruments the Agharthians and Naga invented, thousands of years of documentations, spacecrafts and weapons. Or our scientists, noble and gentlemen and women, priests and scholars. People go with great lenghts for that, some don't even think twice to kill and rob or rape, like Henry. My mother was not really helpless as Agharthian born, but Henry succeded in finding and mirdering her."
She points at the mentioned man, who is seated on a rock, just ahead, reading a book.
Sayid sees the cover and reads the title "The Bad Twin."
"That is the book Hurley was reading. Please, tell me that this monster did not do anything to him." Sayid says, with almost begging eyes.
"No, Hurley is okay." she says, while they wander, unseen, through the camp, : "Henry let him go. He wnet back to your camp to tell your people what happened here. Look at that woman over there." she points at a young woman just a few meters away.
"That's Kate!" Sayid's heart skips a beat.
He has always liked Kate, because of her guts and intelligence.
This once proud, fierce and independant young woman, now a prisoner, bows herself over an ugly bowl she has dropped and broken and cries about it.
Two other women just stand there, watching her and shaking their heads in disaproval.
"I need to help them!"Sayid says, firmly meaning his words, : I have to get them out of there. They are waiting for me!" 
"I know, sweetheart.. They still wait for you. But they have to be patient for a week or three."
"Have you already forgotten the broken glas and the tea?"" 
"Dammit!"  Yet another word Sayid picked up from the westerners.
It is supposed to lent them power.
Allthough devote christians think it is a way to curse God and that would turn on you one day.
But does it really give power?
Not for Sayid.
Dismissive he shakes his head.
Ayn takes his hand and together they walk towards the crying Kate.
They stand right in front of her, but she does not see them.
Sayid mentions her name a couple of times, but she cannot hear him.
Ayn again takes his hand and brings it to the face of the lost prisoner.
Tenderly she navigates his fingers over Kate's face, gently weeping off the tears.
In graet amazement Sayid looks at his fingertips.
They are wet.
With Kates tears.
And then Kate brings her hand to her cheeks, with puzzling eyes.
She turns arround and looks at the sea, because from there Sayid was supposed to come and rescue them.
"Sayid..." she whispers, :"Where are you?


( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 4th, 2007 08:05 pm (UTC)
Ooh, I liked this very much! Another wonderful job, Lizzy!
Jan. 4th, 2007 08:16 pm (UTC)
Thank you. It is costing dearly though. Typing out this little piece took exactly one hour and a half. And my hands and fingers ache like hell. I don't know what to do, how to make it eassier. This is like hard labour and I don't know if it is worth it.
Jan. 4th, 2007 08:28 pm (UTC)
You must always put your health first, if you feel it is too hard, the story could be put aside for times when you really feel up to the typing of it. I am sure your fans will understand.

I also like to compare things like this to a story I once heard which affected me in how I see some things. You see, a young man once wanted to become a preacher and he went to the preacher of a local Church to ask if he should become one or not. The man told him, "don't preach unless you have to". The man thought the statement seemed so odd and then thought that, of course, that he had to preach. If he didn't, he felt the desire to do so would burn through him. He simply had to because he knew he was called to do so.

That is how I messure some things when I know they may cost something to me. I know I won't do them unless I have to. :)
Jan. 4th, 2007 08:44 pm (UTC)
Well, I know that this epi has already payed off very well, because of your story , thank you very much. I think you are right. The main problem is because I have to type the whole epi at once because livejournal does not mix well with Windows (XP in my case). As you might know once you sarted an entry you have to post it, because lj does not allow you to use another window on the pc, because if you do something else for just a second, you lose everything that was already typed out. And copying from Windows to Lj simply doesn't work. Or is it me doing something wrong?
Antwho, thx for the story about the preacher,*hugging you!*
Jan. 4th, 2007 09:20 pm (UTC)
When I've posted a story, I've wrote it first in "Microsoft word" (a program you should have on XP, as I have an XP as well), which you can always save and then work on later whenever you feel like, and then just copied and pasted the whole thing into an entry. I haven't had any problems with it so far. *hugs back* :)
Jan. 4th, 2007 09:34 pm (UTC)
You see! I knew it! I clearly do something wrong because I am also using Microsoft word (XP edition)But what am I doing wrong....The funny thing is that I can copy and paste stuff from my msn-comm's to LJ. But when ever I try to copy and paste stuff from lj to XP or even to another lj.comm the darn machine says, Oh well, you did not type enough yet, you better do it all once over again. I hate machines, (looks mad at the pc and threaten it to shake, rattle and roll it a couple of times!..mhh, nice buddhist am I huh?) Well at least I will have the time to write more epi's first, type it to XP words on my own terms and puzzle out how I am gonna transfer it to LJ. Eventually, if it must, in little pieces.
Jan. 4th, 2007 10:03 pm (UTC)
I will take a look at it when I use my microsoft word and see if I can tell where the problem is. I agree, it will give you time to work on new epis. :)

Is there going to be a new Naveen pic posted to our comm or have I missed (oh, how could I ever miss him!) it somehow?
Jan. 4th, 2007 10:15 pm (UTC)
There you go....
Jan. 4th, 2007 10:35 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

I had a look at microsoft word and I can't figure out what would be causing the problem. Maybe this has something to do with the rich text mode? I am not sure. Hmmm, a mystery to solve!
Jan. 4th, 2007 10:55 pm (UTC)
Haha! Yes, a real Jessica Fletcher Mystery, go and tease the detective, girl, while mummy goes to sleep XD!
Jan. 4th, 2007 11:01 pm (UTC)
lol! Sleep well mummy. ;)
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