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Title: KAAMOS (A Tale For Grown-up Kids)
Author: Robby a.k.a. Mr Naked
Rating: NC17/AU
Pairing: everyone and then some more
Disclaimer: I was smoking some really good stuff when I came up with this.
Betas: Flowers and thank yous go to Hannelore_K & Ketene

KAAMOS (A Tale For Grown-up Kids) - Part II. The Mark Has Been Made
Chapter 23.

“We should go. We must find something before sunset.”

I open my eyes and feel the bite of the bright sky on my glance, like melted metal. It is so hot. Then I feel the prickles of the grass strands. It's so quiet; not even the sound of insects that one can usually hear in the fields in summer time.

I'm lying on the dry ground, on the burnt grass, with my hands under my head as I'm facing the sky. I turn my head. I see Richard near me, sitting on the ground too, with his knees brought to his chest. A bit further I see Olli, sitting too, holding a grass strand in the corner of his mouth. There are Flake and Schneider too, standing, talking to each other about something. On my other side I see Paul, he's lying on the ground too, but on his stomach. We're all wearing black suit pants and white shirts.

Near the place where Schneider and Flake are standing, near their feet I spot six white masks, abandoned in a pile. What the fuck?

I jump to my feet.

“Till?”

I turn to Paul. He's looking up at me with inquiring eyes. I take my gaze off him and look around. We're in the middle of a field; it's summer and it seems that it's severe drought, because the grass is almost all dried. And, from place to place, I see big parts where the grass has been completely burnt, scorched. Also, I see a few portions where it appears as if a huge clawed hand reached from the skies and crumpled the ground.

It feels like remembering a dream, not being sure what I really dreamed of and what is made up by my mind to complete the gaps. It was the six of us getting out of that wooden shack, walking calmly as behind us the hungry flames were already consuming that room. Someone was dying in there, too. Then, as we walked further, undisturbed, the whole shack exploded, and a few sparks landed on the car – the car that Schneider drove to get here and left parked in front of the shack. The car he poured gasoline on, also – and it started burning in no time. The explosion of the car, once the flames reached its gas tank, was huge. I felt it under my feet as we were walking through this field. It was something like some of the bombs some planes launch – I recall not seeing and not hearing any planes since we left the shack. No sound, no sign of the war. But, Hell, I know that there’s a war going on – I can see the scars it has left on the face of the Earth in this field. Somewhere, beyond the horizon is that bombarded city where those three fellows are playing their cellos in the middle of ruins and debris.

Where is the ship? Shouldn’t we be on the ship to find that island with the mountains, where that castle is that the Beast is hiding in?

I look at Paul again. He is standing and looking around too, protecting his eyes with his palm put like a roof above them. He is scanning the horizon, very focused and wearing a concerned expression on his face.

“What?” I ask him.

“Planes,” he whispers. “I can feel them even in my bones.”

I throw a glance to the horizon too, but I can see nothing.

“Guys, Paul says that there are planes coming,” Richard says and stands up too.

Olli hesitates a bit, chewing on his strand of grass. Schneider and Flake, though, stop from whatever they are talking about.

“We should go then,” says Flake on a dry voice.

They all seem alarmed, but I don’t see any plane yet. I still follow them as we all start walking through that field, pretty fast, too.

Then, right before I can hear that buzzing sound, Olli twists his head, still walking, lifts his hand and points them out for us: “Planes!”

We all start running as we hear them approaching from behind. And I can hear them more and more clearly, a sign that they are getting very close to us. We run faster, and as I run I sense them first, and I see how they stick into the ground, spreading a bit of dust around them – bullets. One of the planes must be firing. Then I hear the staccato of the bullets whistling near my ears and my head.

Oh shit!

I find this strength, as yet unknown to me, to run even faster; I wonder if I should just throw myself to the ground, but the other guys are running also.

Richard is in front of us and he is pointing to something further, to the horizon. But I can’t be bothered to look. I just keep running, and it’s like something that draws my head to turn and to look behind – there’s Paul, I rather sense than see when he stumbles and falls.

Olli and Flake pass by me, Schneider is already near Richard, they all keep running. But I can’t just leave Paul there, as the planes turn on the horizon and fly toward us. The others throw themselves to the ground, as the planes are firing while flying straight at us. But I just know it, there’s something wrong with Paul, I have to get to him.

So I turn and start running toward the place where I saw Paul falling, even if I have the impression that through the threatening buzzing of the planes approaching from behind I can hear someone shouting “Till, take cover for fuck’s sake!”

One more step and I see him through the grass; at the same time I realize that the planes are right behind me, that they won’t miss the opportunity to fire. So I throw myself to the ground, stumble, and fall like a sack of potatoes into some sort of ditch, right over Paul’s body. He grunts under me and I can tell I hit him, but the planes fly over us and go to the other side of the field.

“Go with the others, I’ll catch you!” Paul yells at me.

“No, we all go, together!”

“I’ll slow you down, I fucked up my ankle or something!” he yells at me. We have only seconds before the planes turn and come back for us.

I lift my head and see the others running, even though they turn to see where Paul and I have disappeared.

“C’mon! Let’s go!” I tell Paul as I stand up and help him to get on his feet.

“No, you go!”

“I’ll beat the shit out of you and carry you with me!” I yell at Paul.

Looks like that convinced him, because he starts walking. He can’t really run, he just walks very fast, as I grab his forearm and I am almost dragging him after me. When the planes get too close, we throw ourselves to the ground again. But when we stand up, we can’t see the others anymore.

We don’t say anything to each other. It can’t be true; it can’t be all four of them in just one round. Paul and me don’t even dare to look at each other, we just do our half run, half walk thing, as the planes turn once again and fire. We throw ourselves to the ground, waiting for them to depart, and we stand up once again. We start walking again, and I scan the field, as I’m turning around to see whether I can spot the others.

“Here they are!” Paul shouts, pointing in front of us. I can see a huge shadow, like an immense and motionless animal sleeping in the scorching sun of the afternoon, but I can’t see the guys.

“Down!”

I throw myself to the ground, more dragged by Paul’s hand as he falls first. We wait again for the planes to fly above us, but when we stand up again, I see Olli running toward us. As we get closer, I realize that the immense shadow is something like a utility truck.

Olli gets near us and helps Paul to walk; near the truck I spot Richard and Schneider pointing two flamethrowers at a guy. Must be the driver.

“We got ourselves a ride,” Flake announces to us when we get near the truck.

At the same time I hear the planes approaching again, I can almost physically feel the bullets biting the ground as they are fired by the machine guns of the airplanes.

“In the truck, now!”

I pull Paul and drag him toward the driver ’s cabin of the truck. Richard hits the guy in the face with the flamethrower, and follows us. Schneider drags Flake to get in the truck too, followed by Olli. We all get in, the thing is so big we all six can fit in it. Richard gets at the steering wheel, but the steering wheel is so god damn huge! Richard doesn’t seem to mind this little detail; he puts the key in the ignition, and starts the mechanical monster, just when the planes are above us. They shoot the truck, but it looks like the metal that the truck is made of is resistant enough. Our monster howls, grunts and groans and then it starts to run. And runs on that road, through the field; in fact it is wider than the road, and it just puts to the ground anything standing in its way.

“The planes!” Schneider points in front of us, and we see them, four big planes, flying right above the road, heading toward us.

Richard doesn’t say anything, he only presses the gas pedal to the floor; our wheeled monster grunts and howls angrier than ever, and runs even faster, like an enraged bull aiming to kick its enemy and tear it to the ground. And this is exactly what it looks like, an immense bull with a wide forehead of steel galloping to the planes. And the planes fly lower; I see the lines the bullets make as they hit the ground in front of us. Richard is undisturbed behind the huge steering wheel, motionless like a statue, fixing the planes with his icy blue glare, as they are approaching us.

With a sudden move he turns the wheel, our metallic bull screeches and grunts, huffs and howls, and starts running madly straight through the field, running over everything in its path. None of us says anything, we just watch through the windshield in front of us – at the horizon appear the shapes of the city, ruins like rotten teeth in a monstrous mouth opened in the twilight. The planes are still following us, firing at the truck, as Richard drives us straight to the city, running over scorched carcasses of cars and war machines, corpses of dead people, limbs, remains of explosions. The truck shakes and howls again as it climbs over some ditch to get on an asphalted road. Richard makes a sudden turn and we are driving on a proper road, but even faster than before. Richard tries to avoid the big holes in the concrete made by the bombs exploded on the road, but he doesn’t slow down as we can still hear the planes above us. I would have thought they finished their ammunition!

And, after all, how come we are so important that we have to be chased around with planes to be killed?

Richard takes the curves of the road at such a high speed that we are all thrown from side to side, as the truck is leaning.

Why send planes, after all? Wouldn’t that be like hunting mosquitoes with a rifle used to put down elephants? This is rather…

In the same instant, Richard takes a turn on the road, but so suddenly, and so fast – all I can hear are the screeching sounds, the bam, the grunts and the groans of our monster. I feel like trapped inside an immense box and it is tumbling with me, the whole world turns and twitches at the same time, deafening me with its howl of agony.

We must have had an accident.

We’re fucked!

Everything goes black.

~ To Be Continued ~
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