"Prepare them for the grave, let our minds crash into one another like waves. They'll never know what we hide, make them collapse like tide. They'll summon, until they lick your thumb. They'll pay, they'll succumb to the secrecy of the County Club."
No one chooses to leave paradise, until one's head was threatened to be detached from one's body. Who was next in line? There'll come a day when everyone would kill everyone, where the smallest parts of the world would be on the hunt, little by little until everything of everything runs out, who would survive paradise then? Dune and Rafe kept on singing until they lost count of days, no longer differentiating between day and night. Lies came out of their mouths, trailed down their chins, syrupy sweet, too close to taste one another.
Before launching the country club, there was three of them. Dune used to spend hours writing oaths, songs, chants so that her mind indulges every piece of its existence. Rafe used to search for the right place, a place that can fit the three of them. Dune, her shadow and himself. Then came Unela, Dune's shadow, the observant, the extra member, the image. Under the moonlight they used to meet, whispering the oath under their breath, igniting a fire that'll orbit around their irises, taking the coat off some hidden laws of the universe. Water mixing with fire, wood staying the same when in contact with fire, the greenery of trees overpowering the crimson of a blaze.
They were in the middle of the nowhere, getting too close to the unknown. Another law they unveiled was sensing the unknown, by means, knowing the right place by the way they act with each other. If they're bound to kiss, the place is getting nearer to the unknown. If they smile at each other, they need to fasten their pace, move past time. If silence takes over, they need stop, look around, breathe. If they fight, they're farther than they imagine, they'll never make it in time. The Unknown is a place Rafe and Dune drew on a piece of a paper, somewhere on this earth, to make peace with the Pogues, or bury them alive, or leave them and run.
"We're starving," said Kiara, who's been trying to untangle herself from JJ and Pope, she hated the feeling of skin on skin. "I need to pee," said John B. Then all of them started to speak at the same time, high pitch voice and monotonous pleas, making Rafe hit the brakes aggressively. He put his hands on both ears, fighting against the noise. Dune stood in the middle, in between giving the Pogues what they wanted and making sure Rafe was okay. It sucks being a murder with a favourite crime.
"We'll fly, we'll get as far as the unknown." said Dune, cupping Rafe's face with her boney hands. He sighed against her palms, his hands tightened around his ears. He doesn't trust her, even after what she's done. The Twinkie groaned in frustration, grunting. It may or may not survive the rest of the journey. She went to the Pogues, untangling John B first until he finished. One by one under her watch, years of being the observant, the world looked small in her palm. Like the puppet master, they rise and fall with the movement of her fingers, her bloody fingers. Tying them up all over again, they could fight against me, she thought. It was five against two. They barely complained, they spoke to one another using eye contact. Dune could read what the eyes could say, just as she could read invisible ink. The first draft of the Country Club's oath was written in invisible ink, then she switched to regular ink to ensure its existence, the way it should properly sprout in the universe, not just paradise.
Trails, they were leaving a trail behind. She went to the back of the Twinkie, nothing was there. There wasn't any sign or trace of oil. Her lack of sleep and nutrition didn't;t affect the activity of her wicked brain. She had to stay awake, whether it was from pinching herself or stealing a peck from Rafe, or telling him how much she hated him. It made her jittery, caffeine was as light as brreze. "I'll drive, keep an eye on them."
Despite fatigue, her vision stayed clear enough to spot a diner, a miracle spat in the middle of nowhere, just for frauds perhaps. She drove with power, making them fly a breath above the surface, they made it. "I'm going to get us everything we need. I'll be back soon. You better behave, you too Rafe." smirked Dune before shutting the door.
"If you could get me some pancakes I won't call you a fraudulent bitch anymore!" shouted JJ out of despair, she shook her head knowing how much JJ loved pancakes. Reminiscing her days with JJ was like wishing on the sun to shine when it is pouring crocodile rain. Days would go by where JJ wouldn't eat, Luke wouldn't let him eat until he shrinks into his vanilla-like skin. His blue eyes wouldn't show need, but Dune used to sneak him food and money, along with unquestionable love.
Her detour at the diner was quick, carrying bags of food and water, and anything she found it beneficial at the diner's lost and found. The silence was so loud, they had to run before anyone notices what she's done. If I want to survive, to gain more air, I have to hunt it down, take it from the ones whose presence equals their absence. I'm ready for the worse, she thought.
"No one's going to ask me anything, you have to get used for seeing anyone's blood on me. Alright? here's your food." she hissed, taking the pancakes out of the bag along with the fork and started to feed JJ. Eye contact creates war. One pair of eyes burned her collarbones while the other pair burned her spine, and they're both blue.
Once she was done with JJ she moved on to the rest, like a mother, like the mother she's never had or known. At last, it was Rafe's turn, she stood in between his legs, taking his hands off his ears and making him hold the bottle of water. She watched him chug it all, popping his Adam's apple with every gulp, filling her with ecstasy. "Are you going to feed me, too? I'm not a child."
"You're daddy's child though, aren't you?"
"To my lover I'd never lie, or would I?" he whispered, looking into her eyes as he took a mouthful bite of the food she bought.
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COUNTRY CLUB
Fanfiction"Before you could break my heart, it'll be at your step, in pieces, right before you know it." Dune lives with several identities, one of them gave up the ghost, smeared Dune's hands in blood. Dune, is that her real name? What does she have to hide...
