Down in the Hive

[twicedead.livejournal.com]

The old man staggers sideways, his shoulder crunching heavily into the concrete wall. He props himself up for a moment, and drinks deeply from the bottle he clutches in his right hand. He stares at the hand drunkenly, the criss-crossing of scars, the black coarse hairs that grow from the back seeming to hold his attention.

The blonde watches him carefully. She is heavily pregnant, this is one of the last days she will be able to take homid form, but this would be no defence from his anger.

"Yer honour, the attack... failed."

The bottle crashes against the wall, a few inches from her head. She knows not to flinch at the cuts that the flying glass opens up in her head. She revels in the feeling as the blood trickles down into her eye. Her child kicks savagely in her womb at her response, she wonders what auspice it will be.

The old man lurches around and stares at her under lowered brows.

"So the French have breathed their last. They thought they could teach these old dogs some new tricks. I hope they at least had the guts to die facing their enemies."

He shakes his head wolfishly. His eyes widen as he burns the alcohol from his system, clearing his mind but leaving him with a searing pain behind his forehead.

"Make the call," he snarls. "And tell the ladies they can swear their allegiance to this Hive or die like their slavedriver."

He stumps across to the battered armchair that serves as his seat of power. He drops into it, his hand reaching automatically for another bottle, his thumb flicking the cap from it.

He smiles to himself through cracked lips and half whispers and half sings.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... All good children go to heaven... that's why there are so very few... on earth."

Comments

[castorlion.livejournal.com]

I love your little snap shots - it's brilliant to see things from another view.

Of course, on the other hand it drives me crazy because I don't understand most of the references, and I very rarely get the full story..

[twicedead.livejournal.com]

I'd love to be able to tell you more of the story. When I'm bored my Hive has internal politics, different packs vying against each other, each with their own agenda.

[castorlion.livejournal.com]

Cooool! Why don't you write more stuff up, and keep it hidden, and then reveal bits as and when it becomes outdated/obselete?

[twicedead.livejournal.com]

May do so. Writing up the enormous Spiral Meisterplan has taken quite a lot out of me, so I'll take a little break, do some work, and then maybe think more about some individual character pieces or put together some of my "life in the Hive" diaries.

[castorlion.livejournal.com]

That would be really cool to read at some point.

[twicedead.livejournal.com]

but tough to write, spiral headspace is easy to maintain for a single scenario on a tactical level... but when you throw in the more personal stuff, the rape orgies etc, then it's not really all that fun to write.

[anonymous-james.livejournal.com]

Sounds like San-loss to me.