And The Heavens Fell Silent by Maria Louise (the ebook reader .TXT) 📕

     “There is not children around us, Whiskey.” Phoenix reminded her calmly with a bit of annoyance. “The water was poisoned.”

     “By who?” Whiskey demanded.

     Uh, oh.

     “Your Aunt Erna.” smoothly replied Phoenix to my astonishment.

     Was that sarcasm?

     Whiskey glared at Phoenix for a few moments then shrugged. “Never liked da black bitch anyways.”

Do not mistake lust for love, it is like mistaking a tiger for a butterfly, the tiger being love-unknown

     “We should leave as soon as possible.” I told Whiskey. “We need to find a new water source, since this one is, uh, contaminated. Not to mention the army following us.”

     “Are ya kidin’ meh? It's drier den a popcorn fart out der! Yo solution to not dryin’ up like a pair of meh sweaty socks is ta go further inta the bakin’ hot desert? Brilliant.” Whiskey remarked.

    Phoenix looked hopeful. “You can stay here, if you like?”

     “Nah, Ya’d miss meh too bad, Lover boy.”

     Before they got too heated in their discussion I grabbed Whiskeys arm and pulled her with me into the bundle of trees.

     As we got farther in she raised her eyebrow and gave me a look. “Yah be’er not be thinkin’ bout shakin’ da bushes wit meh too.”

     She really knew how to make me blush. “N- nooo, I was not.”

     “I can’t say I’m not disappointed...” Whiskey smirked.

     “Um, I actually wanted to talk to you about Phoenix.”

     “Ah, so you finally realized we need ta kill em, eh?”

     I opened my mouth but was too shocked to say anything. Whiskey took the liberty to speak for me.

     “So I’ll go an take em out wit a large stick, but I’ll need ya for back up. So once I knock em over, yo can jump on em and just start bitin’ em. Den he’ll bleed to death, between meh stickin’ em an ya bitin! Den we cook em over da fire an eat-”

     I put my hand over her mouth cutting her off.

     “Actually, I was just going to ask you to help me make clothes for him outa these big leafs...but now that I know how you feel about eating people, um, walk in front of me, okay? I don't want ya eyeing my ham chops.” I was only half kidding.

     Whiskey grumbled but other then that she suspiciously agreed to help me make Phoenix something to cover, er, his body parts.

    I stopped under the tree with large leaves and before I could even tell Whiskey, these are the leafs I want, she came at me. I instantly regretted asking her for help as she started climbing up my body. I was left bracing my legs against her emaciated weight as one of her bare stinking feet landed straight on my face, squashing it awkwardly. The other foot rested on my head.

     “Emmhch.” I mumbled under her odorous, dirty foot.

     She only smiled wickedly and ignored me. How is it I can have her foot practically down my throat and my anger doesn't even simmer but if Phoenix so much as says the wrong thing...

     To my relief Whiskey plucked a multitude of leaves and hopped off of me.

     “Dese will do, now give meh yo pants.”

     “...Um, no?” was my reply.

     “I’m not tryin to seduce yeh,” said Whiskey looking at me suggestively. “I just need a few strands of dat leather. Me Aunt Erna taught meh how ta make a nice kilt an I ain't guna’ let meh skills go ta waist. Now hand ‘em over!”

     It was bad enough that my cloak was gone, worse that half my shirt was torn off, and now here I was, giving away my pants.

     I stripped them off while shamefully thanking God that I had the decency to wear underwear.

     Whiskey raised her eyebrow once again. “Ponies? You got purple ponies on yo spankies?”

     Then again maybe it would have been best if I was in the nude.

      I bit my lip nervously. “I didn't think anyone would be looking at me half naked!”

     She now raised her eyebrow so far up it reminded me of a caterpillar. I watched it suspiciously, thinking if she raise it any farther it would crawl of into her hairline.

     “Are you tellin’ meh You’ve never hid the snake in the bush?!”

     I was confused. “Hide the snake in the what?..”

    “Yah know! Did da nasty!”

     “Wha-”

     “Or slapped da monkey!”

     “The monke-”

     “Don't tell meh, girl, you've never even flicked da bean?!”

      I was now completely lost.

      “Never even parked da pig in da back alley?!”

      Oh, oh! That was a term I had heard round my village.

     “D-do you mean ‘making love?’” I whispered, almost choking.

    “What’er you? Like sixteen?! Oldest virgin I’ve ever known! Ya sure ya havent even-”

     I through my pants at her face, my cheeks no doubt flaring bright red. “Oh, just make the covering already!”

     We worked on the covering for I dont no how long. Ripping my pant parts into small strings and weaving them through the leaves tell we had a fine little skirt.

     I found the more I was with Whiskey the more I liked her spunk. I knew she liked me back because her teasing turned nice and she began to smile and laugh more.

     “So why are you here, staying with Phoenix and I? I know its not for your profound love of Phoenix.” I asked abruptly. She was so uncomplicated to be around. You didn't have to wonder if she was thinking bad thoughts behind your back because she would tell you if she was, and she didn't seem to be afraid of me...most the time. I did noticed the strange look that came over her face whenever I lost it.

     “Oh, I thought ya knew! I’m in lust with you, Yram!”

     I rolled my eyes, blushing. “No, be serious.”

     She pondered this for so long I thought she wasn't going to tell me.

     “Well, I have a good gut. A good sense of things. An meh gut was tellin’ meh ta follow ya. Lucifer nos why! But anywho, den I found out bout da army dat been fallowin’ us...”

     “And?” I prompted.

     “An dat army, slaughtered and used my tribe for meat.”

     My heart stuttered. Why must I alway go digging into things that shouldn't be dug into?

     “I’m goin’ ta kill da wicked man who drives on da army, I am.” she stated with a curl to her lips.

     Then, I realized the wicked man she was talking about, was my father.

     “Wills ya elp meh?” she asked startling me. She searched my face hoping for the answer I didn't want to give.

     I needed to tell her the truth about my father. “Whiskey, I-”

     “So yo not guna elp meh, den. I knews ya wouldn't. I’ll do it alone ya’ll see-”

     “I-I will. I will help you kill him.” I whispered shocked at myself. I liked the way the words tasted on my lips.

     Sitting cross legged, knees touching, we looked into each other's red and brown eyes. Skin white and black, yet the same. We understood each other and were alike. Through the shared fear and hatred we had, grew a type of boned.

     As we walked back to camp this time with me in lead, I walked with a skip in my step, so much of a skip in fact, that I skipped right into a bush still wet with dew. Only the desert never had this much dew.

     Whiskey was laughing so hard she was on the ground almost wetting herself, except she already did that I new. From the smell of it, right here inthis bush.

     “Of..all da bushed...you cuda falls..inta... dis..one ya find!” Whiskey gasped, holding her gut.

     Though immensely grossed out,  I wasn't the least bit surprised. Bad luck seemed to stalk me.

     I crawled out of the bush and Whiskey wrinkled her nose.

     “Ya smells like meh piss.”

     I grabbed her, through her in the rank bush, and ran.

     “Yooohoo! Phoenix! Looks at wut we made yah!” holored Whiskey as we came trampling and laughing out of the trees like children. “Yu’ll look like a perfect li’ll princes, yah will!”

      I caught whiff of a delicious aroma wafting from the fire where Phoenix sat. He proudly beckoned us over.

       On a rock, sizzling by the fire, was a heap of bugs.

     Is this a type of sick joke, God? Is it because of all the eating bugs jokes I’ve made that now you wanted to see me follow through with it?

     Whiskey looked delighted and took a sizzling, meaty handful and plopped the gooey mush into her mouth.

     She made a face, spat it back out into her hand and exclaimed, “Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!”

     Whiskey fanned her mouth then bloo on the saliva and bug mash and finally plopped it back into her chops.

     A sickening slurping sound radiated from her mouth before finally swallowed it. When she was done a smile was on her lips so wide it looked painful.

     “Oh, Lover boy it tastes like God gave birth in meh mouth!” Roared Whiskey.

     To my shock Whisky took Phoenixes face in her hands and gave him a huge, wet, bug gut smooch. When she pulled away a smear of green was left on Phoenixes full lips.

      Phoenix just sat there. His face frozen in the same expression it was before the kiss. 

       Whiskey shrugged. “Food makes meh happy.”

     I almost choked on my own saliva. I was slightly upset at her for kissing him but I didn't understand why.

     “......” Said Phoenix.

     Slowly Phoenixes glazed eyes seemed to focus on my face. He lifted his hand to wipe away the green smear then said, “I made us some food.” He seemed to be pretending the kiss never happened, much to my relief.

     Was Whiskeys kiss anything like the one we shared?Was he too thinking about what happened between us? I wondered annoyingly.

     No, I argued with myself. That did not count as my first kiss. I was at my weakest and in a mental lapse, temporarily. It all seemed like a dream now.

     I always dreamed my first kiss would be simple and sweet, with the guy I loved, (not that I'd ever fall in love). No, that crazed desire was nothing like what it should have been. I refuse to believe that that was my first kiss! I decided alas. The thought made me smile. My demons desire could not take that away from me, like it did my sanity at times.

    Before I had time to react I felt something soft smoosh against my lips. My heart leaped, it reminded me of Phoenixes lips.

     But no, I realized. It was not lips but dripping grub. Phoenix took it upon himself to try to shove the hot bugs down my throat.

     I swatted it away frantically and fell backwards on my rear from the effort. I was getting light headed and weak in the kneese. I wanted to eat so bad!

     “You must eat.” Phoenix informed me, demonstrating as he