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ellectrical) wrote2009-11-11 02:25 am
ellectrical) wrote2009-11-11 02:25 am
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May 2007, Remains
It's night by the time they reach the park Elle remembers. A sparsely-wooded area, beyond the suburban cul-de-sacs and driveways, it's only about a twenty-mile drive from Hartsdale, but Elle had used every maneuver she and X knew between them in order to make sure they weren't being followed. The late hour means the area is empty; Elle manages to quietly drive off the road and straight into the grass, heading toward the trees and continuing through wide gaps between them, until she slows near the edge of a narrow slope.
They both step out from the front of the white van. Elle moves to open the back while X examines the space, making sure that they're really alone. A small, soft light comes from the van's interior when Elle opens the doors and climbs inside.
After a few minutes, X joins her, and together they lift the body bag out of the back, X in front, directing the way toward the narrow slope, which will function well enough as a shallow ditch. Her movements are slower and more precise than Elle's; the other woman quickly releases the body and returns to the van to get the plastic box left inside.
Elle's movements are much milder as she returns, setting the box aside and stepping into the slope with her father. She gently unzips the bag, spreading the plastic cover to blanket the ground on either side of her father's body. X steps away, hesitating at the edge of the slope for only a moment before returning to the back of the van. Once her father's body is exposed, Elle opens the plastic box and lifts out from it the top of her father's skull, placing it on the plastic next to his right shoulder.
She stands again as she replaces the lid of the box, and moves to join X.
They both step out from the front of the white van. Elle moves to open the back while X examines the space, making sure that they're really alone. A small, soft light comes from the van's interior when Elle opens the doors and climbs inside.
After a few minutes, X joins her, and together they lift the body bag out of the back, X in front, directing the way toward the narrow slope, which will function well enough as a shallow ditch. Her movements are slower and more precise than Elle's; the other woman quickly releases the body and returns to the van to get the plastic box left inside.
Elle's movements are much milder as she returns, setting the box aside and stepping into the slope with her father. She gently unzips the bag, spreading the plastic cover to blanket the ground on either side of her father's body. X steps away, hesitating at the edge of the slope for only a moment before returning to the back of the van. Once her father's body is exposed, Elle opens the plastic box and lifts out from it the top of her father's skull, placing it on the plastic next to his right shoulder.
She stands again as she replaces the lid of the box, and moves to join X.
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Quietly.
She flicks another sideways glance at Elle as their fingers touch, hesitating again.
And then, if the other girl does not object, she'll twine her fingers with Elle's.
Just the tips.
Just for a few moments.
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The flames that reach high enough to flicker over the edge of the slope are becoming less frequently.
Finally, Elle straightens, and pushes herself out of the back of the van, to stand next to X.
"I think it'll work."
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Then she nods, just once.
"Yes."
Beat.
"It will be effective."
But she does not quite turn toward the front of the van, does not start walking away.
Not yet.
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But she nods, slightly toward teh van. "Let's get rid of it."
There's still a pause, but she's the one who turns first, to close the back doors again.
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This time she is not hesitant at all.
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She takes up the driver's seat once more. The headlights flood through the forest as Elle puts the gear into reverse, and begins to pull out.
She doesn't look back to what's left of the fire even once.
Once they're out, and pulled back onto the road, Elle glances back to X.
"Thanks," she repeats.
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X is silent for a long time, studying Elle.
Then she nods, just once.
"It is okay," she says.
"You are welcome."
It is the best answer she knows how to give.
And it is not quite what she really means.