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		<title>Vayland Rd. [8] &#8212; The Fall</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 18:12:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[~ The Fall ~ One of the real people walked up to him. He was limping, and had a my gun in his off-hand.  There was a big stick in the other. ”It’s time to go home, Dad,” the young man said. Steven looked up at his face, with its hurt eyes, and frowned. ”I [...]]]></description>
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<p>One of the real people walked up to him. He was limping, and had a</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>my</em></p>
<p>gun in his off-hand.  There was a big stick in the other.</p>
<p>”It’s time to go home, Dad,” the young man said.</p>
<p>Steven looked up at his face, with its hurt eyes, and frowned.</p>
<p>”I think that he will stay here.” Churkk’s voice was the same as always.</p>
<p>The real person glared. “His choice, not yours.”</p>
<p>Churrk grinned. &#8220;Or yours.”</p>
<p>The man scowled at this, but nodded. Steven could feel Churkk’s surprise that he</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>Sean?</em></p>
<p>understood that much; that he –</p>
<p>”Dad?”</p>
<p>Steven looked up.</p>
<p>”I’m here.&#8221;</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>is he?</em></p>
<p>”Can we go?”</p>
<p><em>Do you dare?</em></p>
<p>Steven shook his head; a tiny movement that seemed to pull the strength out of the younger man.</p>
<p>Churkk chuckled into the silence. It sounded like someone with a collapsed lung. “Seems ‘e might stay with me.”</p>
<p>The man glared again, his hand squeezing knuckle-white on the club. “He can do what he likes, but I’ll still cave your fucking head in.”</p>
<p>&#8220;The end result‘s the same,” Churkk wheezed. “What d’you think, Stevn?”</p>
<p>Churkk was doing more than asking. Steven could feel the needles pulling.</p>
<p>But the man, the real person, reacted to it too, stepping forward and starting to lift the club. ”You let him &#8211;”</p>
<p>&#8220;Sean.” His voice sounded</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><em>like Churrk</em></p>
<p>tired. Unused.</p>
<p>The man jumped. “Dad?  Are you&#8211;”</p>
<p>”Give me that stick.” Steven’s head was very heavy. The weight of the needles pulled at him.</p>
<p>Silence.</p>
<p>&#8220;Give it to me.”</p>
<p>Sean did. Steven accepted it, and let it hang at his side, dragging in the dirt. One of the other people behind Sean make a noise&#8230; not even a word.</p>
<p>It was Churkk that finally spoke. “He understands, Sean.” There was a dry rasping sound as it licked its lips. “You’ll understand too, someday, I think. Heh.”</p>
<p>”Damned if I will.” Sean said flatly.</p>
<p>Steven’s head came up.</p>
<p><em>Damned if I will.</em></p>
<p>Steven swung as he turned, hard as he could.</p>
<p><em>Sean almost killed a cow with this goddamned stick one time, when he was fifteen; s’why he only got to use it around the bulls after that.</em></p>
<p>He only swung once.</p>
<p>After that, everything was quiet.</p>
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