It's been a little while since I've worked on this, I know. I'm cutting off
the first four parts. You guys have seen them enough, and it's getting too
damn long. If enough people ask, I'll repost the first four parts.
Where I last left off, Raistlin started hitching rides from Chicago. He's
just now reaching New York City.
Note: Thank you, Jade Coelura, for all the help you're being with the sword
knowledge. If it seems like I'm abusing your knowledge, I'm sorry. I just
want to make this story great.
Note: Thank you, Ina-Chan, for making your site the Official Raistlin Home
Page. It's at http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Set/1986
Archivers: Go for it, but remove the music vids from your sites, please?
(Not you or Ina-chan, Suze! You guys keep them up!)
Raistlin 5
By Michael Zane
August 30, 1996
New York City, New York
"New york, New York, it's a hell of a town...." Raistlin sang quietly as
he wandered through Manhattan. It was midnight, his third night in town. He
walked past an alley, and heard the sound of steel against steel. "huh?" he
thought. He walked along the alley, and saw an open door. He stood nearby,
and heard voices.
"Now, Emily, you see? I left my side open. You should have struck then."
"Like this, M'kel??" It was! It was HER. He could tell, even through the
drug-induced haze. But who was Michael? He stumbled in the door, fell, and
was instantly caught by a red-haired version of himself.
"I am Michael Macleod of the Clan Macleod. Who are you?"
"Emm'ly?"
"Richard?" Raistlin fell to his knees, crying.
"It can't be you! You are so dead!"
"She's not. She came back."
"This isn't some bullshit steven king novel! Dead people don't come back
to life! They get buried and decay!"
"Not all of them do. Can I help you with something?"
"...." It was too late. He'd passed out.
August 31, 1996
The Apartment Above Nash Antiques
Raistlin raised slowly up and looked around. "oh shit what'd I do last
night?" He noticed two things. One, that he was wearing only jeans, and
two, that he was lying next to an 8 year old girl. Raistlin shifted and she
clutched his arm more tightly than before. He managed to disengage from her
grip and stood up. She sat up suddenly.
"Where are you going?" It was to Raistlin's credit that he controlled the
urge to spin around to face her.
"Away."
"Why?"
"Because when your guardian shows up, He will assume that I did something
to you, and will kill me." He kept his back to her, but stopped.
"Why would you hurt your sister?" He kept his back to her, but stopped.
"My sister is dead. She's been that way for a year. I've laid a rose at
her grave nearly every day since."
"She is your sister." A previously unnoticed hooded figure said from the
corner.
"she....My sister is alive?"Raistlin spun and knelt to her level. "You are
my sister?"
She nodded sagely and ran up to him, stopping just in front of him. He
took her chin in his hand and turned her face first to the left, and then
to the right. He studied her eyes, then pulled her to him to hug her tightly.
"I'm sorry....I'm so sorry....It's all my fault...." He started crying on
her shoulder. She put her arms around him and held him gently.
September 12, 1996
The Apartment above Nash Antiques-Extra Bedroom
Michael Macleod was suspicious. The boy just happened to be in New York
and just happened to stumble in on Emily and him while they were sparring.
'He's either a con-man, or the real thing.' He didn't believe a word of it.
Nothing was disappearing yet, though, but still...He opened Richard's
backpack and dug carefully through it. clothes, books, computer disks, a
bloodstained teddy bear, and a wooden box. No, a locked wooden box. Richard
had taken Emily to FAO Schwarz, for it was her birthday, and he wanted to
let her choose her present herself.He removed his packet of lockpicking
tools from the handle of his rapier, and started to work on the lock.
'Simple, cheap, most people don't think about how easy this is.' The lock
popped open and he lifted the lid to reveal a syringe and three bottles of
clear fluid.
A Few Hours Later
Same Place-Living Room.
"Michael! Look what Richard got me!" She ran in, lovingly holding a teddy
bear to her chest. It was nearly identical to the one that Richard had in
his backpack.
"That's very sweet, Emily..Can I talk to your brother for a minute, alone?
It's very important...."
"Ok, Michael...." She pulled Richard down to her level and kissed his
cheek lightly. "Thank you." She ran off to her room, and Michael walked up
to Richard. He held the syringe up.
"Why do you have this? Are you using it on Emily?"
"What? No way!"
"Are you lying?"
"Hell no!"
"Then why do you need it?"
"To live."
"That's not a good enough answer. Why did you start?"
"To forget the pain."
"What pain?"
"Have you ever lost the only person who knew you? The only person who was
there for you while you bled?"
"No."
"Then you don't know pain. I woke up every day for a year, praying that
she was still alive. She trusted me, and I let her down! I Let Her DIE!!! I
_can't_ live like this. Not without help." He ran to his bedroom and ripped
the sheets and blankets from the bed. He buried himself in them, cowering
in the corner, his body being continually wracked with sobs.
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This city is an ogre squatting by the river
It gives life but it takes away my youth.
There comes a time when you just cannot deliver.
That is a fact. This is stone-cold truth.
Do you love me? I love you, handsome.
But do you love me? Yes, I love you, you are handsome.
Amongst the cogs and the wires, my youth
Vanilla breath and handsome apes with girlish eyes,
Dreams that roam between truth and untruth.
Memories that become monstrous lies.
So Onward! and Onward! and Onward I go!
Onward! and Upward! and I'm off to find love
With blue-black bracelets on my wrists and my ankles.
And the coins in my pocket go Jingle-Jangle.
--Nick Cave, Do You Love Me?
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