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Revision as of 04:33, 3 January 2014
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I look lovingly into my boyfriend's face. His eyes are still clenched shut in an expression of pure [SOCIAL CONTEXT INTERRUPT: REPLACE "suffering" USE "bliss"] bliss, his mouth opened wide as he continues to howl with [SOCIAL CONTEXT INTERRUPT: REPLACE "pain" USE "pleasure"] pleasure. He's really enjoying my bracelet, I can tell. He hasn't stopped screaming for three hours. Not even to breathe.
His voice catches, and his body convulses. He must have been exhausted! A sparkle of blue light glints from somewhere inside his throat, and I hear the sizzle of damaged electronics. I look around to see what might have made the sound, but the only device I see is the little blinking red thing that isn't my boyfriend. I have to remind myself of this. It's easy to forget.
I lay my boyfriend down to rest, and stand to see if anyone else might be around. "Hello?" I call. "Is somebody there?" They'll probably want to know what we're doing. "I'm just showing my boyfriend my new bracelet. He really likes it. If you come out, I can show it to you, too." There's no motion, other than the cool evening breeze blowing lazily through the village.
My boyfriend's voice picks up the scream again, then dips in pitch, warbling between frequencies, before dropping to a low bass tone. His body twitches, and I hear the electronic sound again, but still can't identify the source. He begins to speak.
"I don't know if you can hear this, Kyle," he says. He must be a ventriloquist, because he's not even moving his mouth. I never knew how talented my boyfriend was! "Hell, I don't even know if you're controlling them. Whatever bad blood there is between us, it's gone too far. Way too far." It's amazing how he can remain motionless while he says all this. I really wonder how he's making that sparkling light in his chest, too.
"I'm not sure I could ever forgive you for what happened," he continues, "but at this point, it doesn't really matter. They never did find mom, so it's pretty safe to assume she's dead. Nothing I say or do could ever change that." It sounds like he's sighing deeply, but he's still lying still. The red blinking thing blinks steadily nearby. I straddle him, nuzzling against his cooling neck, and rubbing my wet slit against his crotch. He doesn't respond. Must be too tired.
"I'm putting an end to it, Kyle. I won't come after you, but don't try to stop me." I hear that weird electronic crackle, and he repeats part of the sentence in a high-pitched falsetto. "To stop to stop to stop to stop to stop..." I close my eyes, enjoying his singing voice. I see another sparkle in his throat, and his voice drops back to normal.
"Don't bother trying to scan this decoy's memory to find me. It doesn't know which direction I went. I programmed it to lead them in a completely random direction. For all I know, it's back at your place." I feel a warm sensation between my legs and look down. My boyfriend has such a hot body. So hot. Smoldering. Faint smoke is rising from his clothes.
"If it helps you get over this vendetta of yours, you win. Dad's gone, and I have nothing. He was utterly devastated when she..." There's a loud bang from somewhere inside my boyfriend. He holds the "e" sound for a few seconds, then drops silent. Aww, he must have fallen asleep, I think to myself. The heat between my legs feels so wonderful. Sitting up, I gaze around at the pleasant scene of the village, my attention drawn by the blinking red light of my boyfriend. Wait, no. I'm straddling my boyfriend. The blinking red thing isn't my boyfriend.
Still, it is a pleasant red light. I'm surprised at how bright it is, too. It seems like it's flooding the whole street in a warm, red glow. I hear flames, and look down again. My boyfriend's body is scorching hot, large flames erupting from his throat and chest. I give him a deep kiss, and stand up, giving him some room to rest.
The flames dance beautifully all over his body for hours. After a while, they go out, and I can't find my boyfriend anymore. Where he was lying is some kind of metal junk. I frown, looking around. I know he's here, somewhere, I can just feel it. Then I spot him, steadily flashing red in the middle of the street. I walk up to him, entranced by his red, flashing light. It blinks off and on, off and on, off and... it stays dark.
I blink. My boyfriend isn't here right now. I should go back to where he was earlier, to see if I can find his tracks. It's a wonderful night for a jog.