TPS Excerpt - ''The Kiel''

"The Creation of Kiel"

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         She eyed the camera... black and white... slightly fizzy... showing a white... cushioned room.

         "Who's in there?" she asked, yet there was no one; but the camera was on, so someone was...

         Janna turned to him.

         Allister kept his eyes on his computer aside her as he kept on typing. "A new experiment, that's all... just... somethin' new," he stopped typing. "Why?" SPACE... and continued on.

         She turned back to the camera and leaned back into the screen....

         *rustle... rustle*

         "Don't get too close he's watching..."

         And she backed away... "who?"

         Allister stopped typing, swiveled in his chair and stared into the camera. He pointed to the upper-left corner of the old TV. "He's there."

         "There's nothing there," she eyed. "At least... no one I can see."

         "There is..." he told her sternly "you just can't see him"

         *Wwap wwap wwap* a zebra-like call... some sort of moan, was heard slightly over the camera intercom; emotional pain...

         "Was that him?" Janna asked. She brought her face back close to the screen as if she could peek behind the camera itself. Glaring...

         Allister nodded before eyeing her and swiveling back around.

         Kiel hung upside down in the corner where the camera couldn't see him... he was... not himself... now ugly... inside AND out...
         ... he thought... he frowned... and curled up in his thin blackish red bat wings...

         "Yeah..." Allister confirmed.

         Janna turned to him again as she shouldered at her itchy gray jacket - and it draped around shoulders . She eyed Allister and made her way to the door. She frowned with her back to him, slightly pausing in her tracks, only to keep moving on anyway.

         "He never talked much anyway," Allister told her.

         "It's still WRONG," she snapped. Janna turned only her head back to him. "And you know it."

         Allister stayed quiet before he began to hesitantly type again. He raised his chin as if he was a greater authority than her, an action that only made her even more disgusted of him.

         Yet she raised her own chin in despite of him.

         "I will never understand why you do such horrible things," she said sternly. Janna turned back to the door, walked and stopped in the doorway. Putting one of her shackled hands on the doorframe. She looked back at him.

         Allister frowned at his screen, "I hope you never do," he told her.


         And she left.


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