TCC CH 7 APART

Link to this Beta version TCC CH 7 APART

http://williesthestories.blogspot.com/2013/08/tcc-ch-7-apart.html

Chapter in construction, here is how it looks until it gets polished.  Read below, if you will.

TUNES

Made of Scars   by Stone Sour  http://youtu.be/exCBQZ7Cb8c

Hard rock with solid lyrics

In A Manner Of Speaking   by Martin Gore  http://youtu.be/dEHJ7ZfJgmE

Depeche Modal, 5/8 beat, overly done lyrics do not use

Bright Sunny South   by Sam Amidon http://youtu.be/eJ1b8TrwviI

Folk Tune find from Dotta.  This doesn’t work here.  James Dean, yup.  But still…

Where Is My Mind   by Maxence Cyrin  http://youtu.be/Ts7FQaVULRs

Great original tune, done by an excellent pianist.

VERSION ONE

Where Is My Mind   by Maxence Cyrin  

Gregor followed the spark as it sped off, far beyond him in the pitch black of eternity.  He raced to catch up, but she had a good lead ahead of him, and he felt as if he might lose her.  He focused his fear on that tiny spark.  He did not want to be left behind.  He did not want to left alone. Everything that he had worked for was gone now.  

When all is lost, what do you have?

Lost in the eternity of the abyss, you may have to navigate with among the sparks and glints and even the stars and galaxies until you reconnect with your One.  Perhaps we are indeed connected, and if we are the only ones in the whole universe, according to the church, then you need to keep finding her, over and over again.  If you only get one pass for this life, then you truly have nothing at all on earth.

Gregor did not know that he had abandoned his One back there in that tunnel.  He thought that he was following her.  How horrible to find out this fact, once he arrived home again.

The Chauffeur was very good at navigating in the darkness, as well you know by now.  He found the Purple Mansion.  He simply did not know that the one who had killed him there in the guest cottage was now in control of the power that lied there.

Sven had Walked-In to the body of the prodigal son, and his name was Richard.

Even though Sven did not understand what this meant, he was quite intelligent, and so he could navigate uncharted waters for him, and of course, he would make use of such an opportunity for his own nefarious purposes.

He would wreak havoc.

The maid, the one who had spent the night with The Chauffeur and then the morning hours with Sven (in his new body), well, they had all done very bad things.

Sherry pursued vengeance against Sven.  Now she stood at his side.  She wanted to avenge the death of Lenny Sustenuto.

She could see Sven.  Walkins can see each other. 

But sometimes, a Walkin, even a highly intelligent one, is blinded by the bright glint of opportunity.

Sven was the original Walkin cannibal.  He had infected all others in Fuckno with his hunger. Never before had Sven been with a lovely young woman.  Never before had he found himself in extreme wealth and power.

This would be his downfall.

A P A R T

Up ahead, Gregor saw the spark as it halted its acceleration, and he watched it as he got closer.  The spark flitted about other sparks in the dark emptiness of space and time.

What was she doing?  Why hadn’t she waited for him?  He had never been abandoned by her before in all the years of their trials and tribulations.  It was unnerving.

  

Made of Scars  by Stone Sour  

(To Be Rewritten)

God Help You.

God Help Us All.

---willies out.

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