Polly
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What's that? Oh dear, I'm afraid we're all out of pepper.
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Post by Polly on Dec 17, 2010 18:34:11 GMT -8
Polly raised her eyes to her savior. She took his hand and pulled herself to her feet. "Wake up? This is a dream? This is all a dream?" She moved towards the man dressed in white. "I can leave here?"
She stopped. "No. I. I can't leave. I belong here. Am I dead? I feel dead. I was set on fire and burnt to cigarette ashes." She sat back down, still keeping a tight hold on the man's hand. "I remember you. Did you die too? You were on the ground holding your stomach in. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down..."
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Post by The Smoking Man on Dec 17, 2010 19:01:33 GMT -8
The older man held her hand gently, resting his free hand on her shoulder as she mumbled and cried.
"Shh, Polly...you are not dead. I am not dead, either...at least, I don't believe I am. It's not time for that yet. You can get out...you can leave. I can get you out of here." Soothingly, he rubbed her back, brushing the hair out of her face.
"But you have to want to. You have to want to leave. You have to have the will.
The Smoking Man looked on amusedly, but kept a distance from the man in white - puffing on his cigarette and leering through the smoke with sharp eyes. She had a decision to make...his time was almost through for now.
He would have another chance.
He ALWAYS had another chance.
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Polly
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What's that? Oh dear, I'm afraid we're all out of pepper.
Posts: 88
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Post by Polly on Dec 17, 2010 19:36:17 GMT -8
She was confused. It hurt so much and she just wanted it to stop. It would be so easy to just hide here and never come out, never face anyone again. Just stay here in the shadows.
But there was Harry Stewart. He stood there gleaming like an angel, shining so bright she just wanted to look down into the darkness. It would just be so easy...
But life was never easy, was it?
It felt like she was pulling herself out of a swimming pool in her ball gown, but Polly got to her feet somehow. She hesitated, then took his other hand and stepped toward him.
"Yes.
I trust you."
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Post by The Smoking Man on Dec 17, 2010 20:13:53 GMT -8
Harry smiled down at Polly, kindly and fondly. His mask was missing - it was a rare glimpse at his gentle, distinguished face. Gently, very gently, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his chest and shielding her from the terrors around her. "It will be all right. You will be just fine, Polly...it's all just a bad dream."
Standing out in the smoke, the Smoking Man glared at the two of them - frustrated with the interference of Mister Stewart. This wasn't over. There was more work to be done. More people to...educate. With a final glower through the haze, he disappeared - along with the corpses, the twisted shadows, the burning ballroom, the ash-
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When Polly awoke, she would find herself seated at the front desk - her wounds missing, her hotel intact.
Everything was gone.
Everything but a cigarette burn in the carpet.
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