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This story is the fifth in the unseen phenomena series, to understand the plot line it is recommended that the reader at least read the first two stories.
1. A New
Experience
4. Shadowed
Wings
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2. All Good
Things
5. Burnt
Out
# Season's End
3.
Issues
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Burnt Out
By
Wildgoose
Daria watched from the safety of the truck as a nearby house on the far side
of Lawndale was in the process of going up like a torch. She was still trying to
fathom why she had chosen to ride with Duncan instead of either walking home
from where they were at the time or just catching the bus. Granted, she wasn't
really in the mood to ride on a public bus with a whole bunch of smelly stressed
out people who are just coming home from work. That's all she needed was for
just one person to bend just a little bit to far and decide to take it out on
everyone else on the bus. Not to mention the fact that it was bitterly cold out,
but she had been smart enough to dress for the weather. The conditions on a
public bus were most likely the deciding factor in her decision though, that and
watching a house fire wasn't exactly the most uninteresting thing she could have
done with her evening. Daria leaned her head against the window and watched as
sparks flew high into the air, no doubt Jane would have found this an extremely
inspiring event from which she could create her next masterpiece. Which brought
Daria to notice something familiar about Duncan, he liked to take pictures of
people amidst disaster. In more ways than Daria could count, that reminded her
of Jane and how she liked to photograph the sick, sad, and decrepit nature of
people's lives when they weren't looking, all for the sake of her artwork and
the twisted genius it so often represented.
At that Daria decided to look for Duncan's thirty five millimeter camera that he
so often kept behind the seat in his truck, "No point in missing the chance
to capture someone's misery on film for all time" she thought. Sure enough
it was there and after closer examination she noticed that it was loaded as
well. "Ready at a moments notice" Daria said to herself as she
prepared the camera for action and began to snap off frame after frame hoping
that the rolled up window wouldn't produce a glare that would show up when and
if the film was ever developed. "It's just too cold out to keep the window
down" she thought, "even to help somebody in their hobby". On the
nearby grass and in the street as well, Daria could see those who had been put
out by this unfortunate event and also she could see all those who had come to
watch the destruction of someone's home simply because they had nothing more
interesting to do. Steam rose from their mouths as they conversed with each
other, fretted over the loss of a home, or simply blew into their hands in an
attempt to keep themselves warm.
At the thought of warmth, Daria reached over and turned the keys in the ignition
to start the truck up and as soon as the engine came to life, so did the blue
light bar on the roof. Daria felt her heart leap as if she had done something
horribly wrong to alert everyone to her presence but quickly calmed herself
after noticing that her actions were almost unnoticeable when taken into account
with the lights coming from the countless emergency vehicles nearby. Daria
sighed and then flipped the switch to turn the heat on. Fortunately Duncan had
deliberately left the keys in the truck specifically so that Daria would be able
to make use of the heater. A rather courteous gesture considering how long she
was likely to be waiting in the truck. As she watched the people walk about,
Daria thought back to when her father had almost burned out his own family. The
image of herself standing outside in her bedclothes along with the rest of the
family was crisp in her mind as if it had just happened yesterday. "I'm
just glad I'M not the one stuck out there this time" She said to herself.
Although the kitchen fire in her own home never became as extensive and out of
control as this blaze, none the less the week that she was forced to spend in
close quarters with her sister allowed for a sufficient amount of sympathy to
emerge from deep within.
Daria held the camera up to eye level and snapped the last picture on the roll
and let out a yawn as the camera kicked in the auto rewind and continued to whir
until it had finished it's task and prepared itself to receive a fresh new roll
of film. The target of her final photo was an unsuspecting group of teenagers
attempting to make the most of the circumstances by placing marshmallows onto
the ends of some long thin wooden poles and attempting to get close enough to
the heat to roast them. Daria later on that night laughed to herself before
yawning again as she thought of how many times the dimwits had failed in their
attempts having been confronted by the police and eventually were arrested for
disorderly conduct. Daria put the camera back behind the seat and rested her
head against the window as she could feel the need for some sleep creeping up on
her either from sitting in the truck for so long or possibly because it actually
was late and past her normal bedtime. She couldn't tell for sure which it was
given that she had neglected to wear a watch when she left the house that
evening, but it was hardly a matter of consequence. She now had an apartment of
her own to live in while she attended college and as a result no longer needed
to report back to commandant Helen of Stalag Morgendorffer. Daria couldn't help
but smile at this analogy as that was what it had seemed like for so long until
she left home in search of an education. She stared out the window at the orange
glow that emanated from the inferno that was once known as home to someone,...
somewhere and eventually unknowingly closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Daria drifted in and out of sleep and shifted positions several times in
discomfort as she was strangely still vaguely aware of herself at some points in
her sleep. Daria opened her eyes slightly at one point in effort to determine if
she was actually awake or not. She was aware of herself, yet strangely
everything about her seemed like a dream. Her eyes were blurry, but that was
likely due to the fact that she had just woke up, if indeed she actually was
awake. Daria lifted her head slightly to look out the window and noticed that it
had begun to snow at a moderate pace adding a somewhat graceful and actually
beautiful hue to the forked fingers of fire that still rose from the house..
"Wonderful" she thought, "knowing my luck I'll get snowed in
while waiting in this truck,....god I hope this thing has four wheel
drive." Daria squinted as she noticed the figure of what seemed like a
nearby person in the steady falling snow. She had thought it might have been
Duncan returning to the truck either to warm himself or god willing to get them
both the hell out of there, but at closer examination she realized that this
person was standing still. Daria pressed her face against the glass in an
attempt to make out who the person was and why he or she was standing out in the
freezing cold as if it was no bother at all. Daria could make out a long cobalt
blue over coat that came clear down to the persons ankles, and it wasn't even
buttoned closed. The lower end of the coat swayed off to the left indicating
which way the wind was blowing. To Daria's surprise the person casually took
several steps closer to the truck to the point where there was enough ambient
light to make an identification. "No, ...I've GOT to be hallucinating or
something" Daria said as she laid her eyes upon an all to familiar outfit
that was visible where the coat hung open, the pink baby tee, the form fitting
blue jeans, to say nothing about the seemingly bouncy red hair, without a doubt
this was Quinn.
Daria rubbed her eyes in disbelief hoping that the person before her eyes was
actually some sort of illusion caused by either fatigue, or all the flashing
lights from the fire trucks, something in her eye, or maybe all of the above.
But after several rubs and cleaning her glasses with her sleeve, Daria took yet
another look to see that Quinn was in fact still there. "You're
dead...." Daria stuttered in a continued state of disbelief, and to her
amazement there came a crystal clear reply as if they were standing right next
to each other and there was no glass or even the frame of a truck between them.
"Duh...." Quinn replied, "But contrary to popular belief it
actually never seems to stop anybody." Daria's only reply was
"Um......". Despite Daria's rare loss for words Quinn continued to
converse like her once typical....living self. " I hope you don't mind that
I stopped to talk, I was in the area anyway and, ...you know, family and
stuff." Daria calmed herself and decided that if she were going to have
some sort of demented nightmare or even a psycho-tropic hallucination caused by
bad pizza she might as well go with the flow instead of getting worked up over
the whole deal. "I never thought you'd be caught dea...um, ...wearing a
coat like that" Daria said resuming her well known stoic tone of voice.
Quinn chimed in almost immediately as if they had actually gotten along in life.
"I KNOW, when I first saw it I thought it would just look SO bulky. But
once I tried it on it just seemed to go with everything so WELL. I didn't have
to accessorize or anything, can you imagine it?" "I try not to,...
thinking of fashion makes me feel as if that rash is just itching to break out
again" was Daria's dry reply, "So what REALLY brought you here?"
Quinn looked slightly amused as she stuck her hands in her coat pockets "
Just thought I'd say Hi, ....oh and to ask you a favor. Can you keep an eye on
you're friend? He's sort of key to you, and walking head on into a wall of fire
doesn't seem to be enough to convince him to be a little more careful"
Daria is about to reply when a loud knock is heard at the driver side window
behind her, she spins around in her seat to be hit by a cold blast of air as
Duncan opens the driver side door and climbs in. "Bloody hell, it's cold
out there." He hands Daria one of two tupperware containers of hot soup and
shivers heavily before opening his container. "Eat up lass, the lunch truck
is pulling out so there won't be any more of it." Daria ignores his comment
and turns her attention back to her own window to discover that Quinn had
vanished as if she had never been there in the first place. A look of concern
came over Duncan's face as Daria turned away from him, "Is everything all
right lassie, you look as if you'd seen a ghost or something?" Daria
snapped out of her daze and quickly replied with a slight degree of tension in
her voice. "Um....no, .....I'm okay. I just hadn't completely woken up yet
I guess." Duncan looked at her with a puzzled look for several moments
before the two of them finally began to consume the now cooling soup. Daria
decided to break the momentary silence by attempting a conversation. "So
what's going on" Daria quipped, Duncan replied as if it were simply the
next order of business in the average day. "We're set here, it's all under
control now so the career guys are going to stay and finish the job. Our gear is
all stowed in the trucks which are pulling out as we speak, so as soon as we're
done eating we can call it a night" Duncan reaches over to the dash board
and flips a switch turning the light bar off. "Must have left that on, I
hope it didn't keep you up" he said with a somewhat apologetic tone of
voice. "Um.....No, I'm alright" she said as she looked forward through
the front windshield at the snow that had accumulated on the hood. Duncan took
it upon himself to look in the same direction to admire the view. "For the
life of me I can't figure out where all this came from, the last I checked the
weather people had been calling for clear sky's tonight. (Beat) Huh, ...freak of
nature I guess." Daria turned to stare out her passenger window still
trying to figure out if what had transpired was actually a dream. "Or
something" she muttered as her breath condensed on the window. Duncan gave
an odd look towards her and then since the truck was already running, he put it
in gear and they left the scene.
They weren't on the road long before Duncan himself attempted to strike up a
conversation, Daria wasn't sure at first whether it was just for the sake of
keeping himself awake or if he actually wanted to talk. He wasn't usually one
for talking while he was driving, in fact he could get almost annoyingly quiet
at times while driving. "I ran into Jane down at the station
yesterday" he said. Daria smirked at him, "into but not over,
..huh?" Duncan let out a short laugh and then replied "the thought did
occur to me but I honestly think the girl could have outrun the truck for a
short distance. So I opted to talk with her instead, being as the station was a
bit out of the way from the pizza king or your house. I figured she must have
come down for something." Daria leaned back in her seat and raised an
eyebrow in curiosity waiting for Duncan to continue with his semi detailed
account of the encounter with her friend. "So what did she want
already" Daria said expecting the topic of their conversation to be
something irrelevant or even just casual chat. Usually when Jane dropped by
unexpectedly on someone like that it was either to invite the person to watch
her brothers band perform at the Zen or because she had a personal interest in
the person. As Daria thought about it further, she figured on Jane having a
personal interest. " She invited me to come down to the Zen and watch Trent
and the others" "Bingo" Daria thought, As impossible as it may
seem. There are times when Jane Lane could actually be extremely predictable.
Duncan continued with his reply " And then she asked if you and I were
getting together." "Damn you, Jane" Daria said as she furled her
brows together. "She's always trying to play matchmaker with me, she tried
to get Trent and I together for the longest time." Duncan turned his
attention away from the road briefly to look at her before looking back at the
road. "Yea, she told me. But for some reason or another the fact that you
and I have been hanging out together lately would be the most likely cause for
her rather interesting Question." Daria frowned and continued to look
forward through the windshield, "And you told her what?" Duncan let
out a loud rolling laugh at Daria's inquiry, "What did you want me to tell
her? I told her the truth, she's been busy with art school and since you two
aren't able to get together as often as you used to you've gotten bored and were
looking for someone to hang out with. (Beat) Why were you looking for something
more?" Daria quickly spun her head in his direction and replied with a
slight degree of defensive hostility, "No."
Duncan reacted in surprise at the forcefulness of her reply and let out a sigh
as he turned the corner on the street Daria was now living on. Daria stared at
him at least in some way wishing she hadn't quite replied in that fashion.
"I didn't mean it like that, I'm just tired of Jane trying to set me up all
the time." Duncan continued to look ahead at the road as he pulled up in
front of the apartment complex. "Understandable. .....But anyway, getting
back to Jane. Give her a call when you get up, she sounded like she missed
you." Daria smirked, "Yea, good friends are sort of hard to find these
days." Duncan turned to look at her as she moved to exit the truck,
"Aye." With that Daria left the truck and started down the short walk
to the front doors of the complex, after she got approximately halfway down the
walk she began to toss about her mind the possible devious tactics that Jane may
attempt to use in the future as part of her infernal matchmaking lifestyle.
Daria stopped in her tracks and for some reason she couldn't fathom at the
moment, she turned to look back at the truck as Duncan pulled away and didn't
continue on to her place until he had disappeared from view.
The End..........
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