Friday, October 26, 2007

Enter the Pixie. The Sable Sovereign Has Some Serious Questions To answer!

(This Seems Long but it is almost all action) Alright y'all! I was listening to NWA and was inspired by the lyrics of a certain song. This is what happens when we let our imaginations mix with minds and lives of those who inspire our rawest emotions. The Sovereign is not going to like this one bit. I can guarantee you that!
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I walked up the stairs to my apartment and felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Something was different. Not altogether wrong but not quite right either. There was a discernible beat bouncing down the hall that led to my tiny little piece of Eden ( an Eden I have the Sable Sovereign to thank for). "It must be Sable flipping through my music collection," I thought as I walked on. But then I noticed that the music was not the neo-soul and classic R&B that so moved Sable. This music was different. It was Protest music. Angry and rage driven and NOT of the Sovereign's choosing.

" When I'm called off, I got a sawed off
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off!
You too, boy, if ya fuck with me
The police are gonna hafta come and get me
Off yo ass,that's how I'm goin out
For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out"
(Ice Cube...Straight Outta Compton)


I thought that maybe I should turn back but something compelled me, beckoned me forward. I placed the key in the lock and the door swung up and landed against the wall with snap. The scene inside my newly transformed Eden made me drop my bags along with my jaw. The ivy walls had been replaced by crystal deposits that looked suspiciously like diamonds. The floor was hard and unforgiving. Every step made me want to move faster. I felt decisive. I felt....aggressive. I walked through a narrow corridor of jagged jewels of amythest and sapphire deposits. The beauty of the scene made me reach my hand out to touch the splendor. I ran my had over the jems and noticed the trail of blood from my fingers now stained the priceless walls. I heard an unfamiliar voice. It was young and inviting but not as seductive as the Soveriegn's.
"They are beautiful but deadly. What do you think? Much better than that old world shit that Sabela is so fond of, right?"
"What?"
"You heard me. This shit is nice right?"
"Who are you? Did you come through that place that Midas came through?"
"Midas was here!?" She was next to me in a flash gripping my throat. My back was pressed against the jeweled wall and I felt the wet, hot blood from my back stain my blouse.
"He left," I managed to croak out. "They fought and he left."
She released me and let me drop like a sack of potatoes to the too hard ground. I clutched at my throat and gasped for air while she paced back and forth before me with her hands on hips adorned with matching blades. From head to toe she was black leather. Real leather. Likely from an animal she had overtaken, skinned and cured herself. Her dreds swung past her knees and were adorned with all manner of cowrie shells and golden threading. She was just as dark as Sable and twice as radiant. Her skin shone like freshly polished obsidian. She was gorgeous but I didnt have the urge to engage her as I had engaged the Sovereign. She was not predictable by any measure. She was unstable, which I liked but she was quick to pop off and I did not like that.

"Hey, uhm, I dont know what is going on but Sable aint here and neither is Midas. Who are you?"
She turned on a dime and stared into my eyes. My back felt better instantly. She grabbed a rough fistful of my hair and pulled me to my feet. She moved back to get a full look at me before she spoke.
"I apologize. I am the Pixie. What are you supposed to be?" She looked me up and down and was decidedly disappointed. "You're no warrior, that I I know." The sour look finally left her face. She stalked toward me, planted a palm on my shoulder and gave me a shove that sent me nearly halfway across the cave.
"Hey! What the hell? You know this is my house and I dont know where you come from but here manners freaking count lady!" I spoke with a bravery I didnt really feel but I figured acting all weak would just piss her off. She blinked and drew her blade.
"Run. NOW!" Her command made me move backward away from her instinctively. I froze when she began a full on sprint toward me now with both blades in hand. I threw my right arm across my face in a defensive pose, my eyes squeezed tightly shut. I heard a yell and the clanging of weapons but felt no impact. When I opened my eyes I was assaulted with the scene of the Pixie in full battle motion against five similarly dressed fighting women. The Pixie's blades left her hands and dispatched two of the assailants to parts unknown with the taking of their heads. Her blades met her palms again and the remaining three circled her carefully. She looked up at the ceiling and let out a terrifying cackle. The music was amplified and clear and a violent verse rumbled through the cave turned battlefield...
"Goin off on a motherfucker like that
with a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move."
(Ice Cube. Straight Outta Compton)

It took her a second to eliminate a third female from the mix and upon watching the body hit the ground she smiled wide. She was in her element. She felt good and I felt good too. My hands shook with her power and adrenaline. The music urged her on and she sang the lyrics as she released her blades to the sheaths at her sides and proceeded to beat bloody the last two warriors.
"See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem
I see a motherfuckin cop, I don't dodge him
But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while
And when I see a punk pass, I smile"
(Eazy E. Straight Outta Compton)

The blood splattered the walls of the cave and coated her fist like bright red glove.

"Yeah! Let's dance bitches!" Her shout seemed to come from inside my head. I watched in awe. I wanted to help her. I wanted to be her. I wanted to eliminate. Just as I had wanted to when I watched the Sovereign fight. Only these desires from the Pixie were unruly. Dis-organized. Hot Chaos. I was home in her skin and I never wanted to leave. Reason did not rule in her realm as it did in Sable's. She made the rules as she went along and at the moment, the rule was to put the fucking smack down and leave nothing alive. She laughed again as the last woman weaved on her feet, still clutching a useless blade as the Pixie landed blow after blow against her jaw.
The Pixie shouted the last of the lyrics as a final gasped escaped the dying body of the fifth fighter...

This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever fuck with me
You'll get taken
by a stupid dope brotha who will smother

word to the motherfucker,
straight outta Compton
(Eazy E. Straight Outta Compton)

She gave a nod and the bodies became ash on the floor. She strode through the remains and scattered them about the cave, smiling and heaving gulps of air.
"I love that fucking song! This realm will suit me just fine I think. You tell Sable I said that your training is too far behind! What's to keep others from coming for you now that the demon bitches sent your tracer back to their world?"

"What? I'm being hunted?" I wondered Why anyone or thing would be hunting me?

" Uhm Duh! What the hell has she been telling you?"

"Not that! Why! Why are things looking for me?"

"Hell, I dont know. But in Babylon, you are all the buzz. So uhm you better get up on your game sister!"

"Wait. Why do you talk like that?"

"Good Goddess! That's what you are concerned about? I mimicked the patterns of the people that look most like me on this world. Then I went through the things in your lame-assed lair. While you were nearly wetting yourself when you first saw me, I mapped your mind. Simple. Look, tell Sable I'll see her soon and you need to get your shit together. Pronto."
"What am I supposed--" before I could finish she was gone and I was terrified. I sat in a corner of the room and didn't move for hours.....
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That's all for now friends! Sorry it took me so long to post but my midterm, a 25 page paper and a friend kept me busy as a bee all week....But here I am now with more Sci-Fi Fantasy for yall! So how do you like the Pixie?

12 comments:

Don said...

Straight Outta Compton - raw and filled with the "chaos is power" spirit of the black panther party. They either said what you wanted to say or knew one day that you were going to say. It aint hip hop, but it is real talk

Didn't know what hit me the first time I heard this song. But I liked it. The aggression, sho' nuff and we don't give a F(!) attitude.

NWA meant that ish...lol

CapCity said...

just coming thru to say hey, real quick, Sis! going back underground, now;-)

PurpleZoe said...

Your pen is very innovative. This introduces a plot that could carry a novel very easily, and it's so different.
Being trained by Goddess figures is a theme that suggests you're exploring the different facets of femininity from smooth sable to the diamond in the rough.

Bless your beautiful mind.

dc_speaks said...

geeez. i loved it. niiiiiiiice!

Femigog said...

Don@ you said it brother! Nothing like a little angry black man music to get the body going!
Cap@sup! I am gonna keep coming to your spot until you post again! smooches
PZ@what can I say? You know as well as I do that the Sovereign is not gonna like this mess one bit! You are right I wanted to have the female elements contrasting for the subject of the tale. The Sovereign's tactics are cerebral while the Pixie is pure action.
DC@thanks brother!

Bloodstream said...

I can't wit to read the rest! You know Cube is ny boy. Pixie kicks ass! Not only do I love her character I love her role and her fascination with this realm. I'm gonna have to get some story pieces on here!

Don said...

...and the spirit to going as well

Femigog said...

Bloodstream@Ya heard! My girl Pixie does not play! I cant wait write more about her and to read what you got cooking on your end!
DON@ alright now...you know I like them angry black men....

Mega Rich said...

That was "like that" - I don't even read sci-fi, but I'd buy a book of that.

very entertaining.

Femigog said...

Mega@ WHAT???? You would buy a book of that? Now THAT is a nice compliment!

Literary Felonies said...

For my insatiable craving, for the pen, for the written work, for Sci-Fi junkies and newbies, this is delectably satiating. We writers are such junkies for good prose and that being said, like said junkie, I'ma need you to keep this up for my fix, babe. Dig?

Femigog said...

LitFel@ Thanks so much for reading over here. It is such a big compliment to have other writers dig MY writing especially in the genre and style that I write. I am gonna keep it up sis. Believe that! I can sho dig it Miss.