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Wierd Strange Trip - 4 - Freefall
Oct. 30th, 2006 12:30 pm( Read more... )
OOM: The State of Billy
Aug. 5th, 2006 06:10 pmBilly sits at the lakeside, thinking, watching the water as it ripples outward.
It is a lazy day and a nice one, here at Milliways, but in most seriousness, he isn't sure why he is here anymore. He has lost his taste for the place. His desire for it. He will probably leave again soon. He wonders, idly, if he will come back. So much bad has happened here, so much that has been painful enough to make him want to simply walk away. He has hurt others and been hurt by them, and even though he has learned to deal with and accept what has happened, it doesn't make it any easier to be around the place. Memories old and new echo around him.
He sighs and glances around, then lays back on the large rock he has been sitting on, thinking on Milliways and on his life.
He is Billy Batson, Captain Marvel, and the Wizard of the Rock. He is a teenager, a super-hero, and a sorcerer. He is all of them he is human, and sometimes, it doesn't work the best.
Once he was called the purest soul in his universe. Now that isn't as true anymore. He has changed, and what is more, he has accepted whop he is, and all that he is.
In his life that wasn't a life, he faced his demons, but he also faced himself. He faced the hates and fears and pains and rages that filled a small part of him. He faced the shadows that lived in his soul. He faced his own capacity for violence and what it meant, and how. He faced himself and reality and he came away stronger and knowing what he was.
He lays on the rock and grins, just a little, as he just enjoys the sun, and just rests.
Maybe this isn't his home, or his haven anymore, but it is still beautiful, and he still has friends here.
There is time enough to learn, a part of him thinks, and time enough to love, and time enough to make new memories. He may still not stay, but at least he knows this; he does not have to leave.
And that, Billy thinks, is no bad thing at all.
It is a lazy day and a nice one, here at Milliways, but in most seriousness, he isn't sure why he is here anymore. He has lost his taste for the place. His desire for it. He will probably leave again soon. He wonders, idly, if he will come back. So much bad has happened here, so much that has been painful enough to make him want to simply walk away. He has hurt others and been hurt by them, and even though he has learned to deal with and accept what has happened, it doesn't make it any easier to be around the place. Memories old and new echo around him.
He sighs and glances around, then lays back on the large rock he has been sitting on, thinking on Milliways and on his life.
He is Billy Batson, Captain Marvel, and the Wizard of the Rock. He is a teenager, a super-hero, and a sorcerer. He is all of them he is human, and sometimes, it doesn't work the best.
Once he was called the purest soul in his universe. Now that isn't as true anymore. He has changed, and what is more, he has accepted whop he is, and all that he is.
In his life that wasn't a life, he faced his demons, but he also faced himself. He faced the hates and fears and pains and rages that filled a small part of him. He faced the shadows that lived in his soul. He faced his own capacity for violence and what it meant, and how. He faced himself and reality and he came away stronger and knowing what he was.
He lays on the rock and grins, just a little, as he just enjoys the sun, and just rests.
Maybe this isn't his home, or his haven anymore, but it is still beautiful, and he still has friends here.
There is time enough to learn, a part of him thinks, and time enough to love, and time enough to make new memories. He may still not stay, but at least he knows this; he does not have to leave.
And that, Billy thinks, is no bad thing at all.
The Good, the Bad, The Run
Jun. 16th, 2006 03:00 amBilly runs.
In the darkness of the pre-dawn of Milliways, he runs.
It is familiar ground, and he is tired. It is a good path, and he is out of shape.
He runs raggedly, out of breath, hurting.
But he runs.
He has been going over everything in his head, listening to the voices of those angry and those who paid attention, listening to the voices of the stupid and the smart. He has been thinking.
Time passes here in Milliways oddly. And sometimes, a day, a week, a month, can creep up and pass you fast, without you knowing it.
Billy runs.
His feet hit the ground now with an irregular pattern and he feels the strain, but he pushes and keeps going, even when it means his speed falls off to nearly nothing. He has spent a week mourning, recovering, and trying to find answers. Most of what he has discovered is that people find it easier to hate than to think, but he has also found great people here, kind ones, who listen, and think, and who have shown him what honor is, and means.
Billy runs.
And as he runs, he knows, at last, that he has made his decisions what to do.
In the darkness of the pre-dawn of Milliways, he runs.
It is familiar ground, and he is tired. It is a good path, and he is out of shape.
He runs raggedly, out of breath, hurting.
But he runs.
He has been going over everything in his head, listening to the voices of those angry and those who paid attention, listening to the voices of the stupid and the smart. He has been thinking.
Time passes here in Milliways oddly. And sometimes, a day, a week, a month, can creep up and pass you fast, without you knowing it.
Billy runs.
His feet hit the ground now with an irregular pattern and he feels the strain, but he pushes and keeps going, even when it means his speed falls off to nearly nothing. He has spent a week mourning, recovering, and trying to find answers. Most of what he has discovered is that people find it easier to hate than to think, but he has also found great people here, kind ones, who listen, and think, and who have shown him what honor is, and means.
Billy runs.
And as he runs, he knows, at last, that he has made his decisions what to do.
After the Cure...
Feb. 19th, 2006 11:20 pmBilly is down by the lake, pondering his cure and wondering if the Door will open now. he is almost uncomparably bouncy and he feels like his whole being will shake apart, and so he is... well, skipping. It is a uncertain skipping and unsteady, but merry and his laughter riongs out often. It is a selfness that calls for interruption perhaps.
