The rain beat down, the drops sounding out a staccato rhythm against the window as they fell. A rhythm which non-the-less urged you masterfully to a slumberful sleep, the sleep of the just..!..? And why not..?? Hadn’t the day been a successful conclusion to the weeks… the months… the years of suspenseful searching and researching…. trial and error…??? But, tonight, all was won, all obstacles overcome, all hurdles jumped, all efforts rewarded..
The sleep of the just and the innocent, the sleep of the devious and wicked… how they contrast, how they clash in sound and meaning. Even the syllables themselves sound filthy…. sound painful and ugly. “Just” and “innocent”, on the other hand, ring of meekness and inexperience, of purity itself.
Is that how you pictured her…?? Meek and inexperienced..?? Or was she filthy and ugly…?? But it wasn’t for long. She never had the chance to prove herself one or the other.
This day will always standout in your mind, in your life. She will always stand out in your memory.
Her last threatening glance… was it warning or horror..?? Ha.. no matter. It’s over. Was she conceited as most women are…??
When she was standing there, looking so defiant, the rage which shook the very roots of your being. As she lay there immobile, that rage was replaced by a sense of justice, accomplishment…!!
When did it all start..?? Ah, yes… all those years ago… well not quite so many. There were 3…?..?..no..4.. 4 years.. yes, four years. Not an incredibly long time, but, in a way, too long. You were young then, it seems as though you’ve aged four score since then, and now going into a second youth.
Yes we met in Chian Shu. She wasn’t oriental, which made her a novelty at the time, and that’s what I needed at that time, a novelty, something different….
She seemed genuine enough, of course I was not looking too closely at much but her accent, which definitely was not eastern. Funny how some people manage to take you by storm.
Four years we travelled and searched, studied and researched together with nothing more than a bond of mutual acceptance keeping us together….
I fancied myself a realist and her an idealist. She fancied me the idealist and herself the realist. Incompatible you say…?? No.. In fact, quite intriguing….
Why, when we braved the cold of norway and northern greenland with nothing to keep us warn but the occasional subway tunnel or train carriage. When we were hounded by iron curtain officials for seeking vital information for my project. When we were befriended by someone and accepted for what we were. We often looked back on those years and I sighed, longing for them to re-occur, while she moaned and groaned about how differently they could and should have been spent. And the “plague” of her ancestors and kin folk upon us…
How did I go on so long…??? Ah… but finally, after so much planning, it worked. It was very simple to install the padded vault in my lab in the basement without arousing suspicion. Piece by piece it neared its completion.
At one stage, I almost ruined my most meticulously made plans. I was most upset. But the promise of things to come helped me keep a check on myself. When the vault was completed and padded, I was beside myself with joy and the second part of the plan began to unfold.
Did she sense that she was destined….??? Did my attitude change and give me away…??? It was so easy to sneak in and tie her whilst she slept… So much easier than I had anticipated.
When she awoke the next day, she was quite livid, but I had control of things. I hurried her to the vault I had prepared. For hours I watched her, though I never heard her scream and scratch and claw. She looked like a cave woman. That’s what inspired my idea in the end.
Daily., I would shove her food under the door and watch her eat. At first, she wouldn’t, but finally, hunger ruled. As weeks wore on, her animal ancestry began to manifest itself. I no longer need provide a spoon. (Of course, a knife and fork was out of the question from the beginning). Within three weeks, she had calmed sufficiently (thanks to tranquilizers in her food) for me to enter the vault and conduct my experiments.
I entered and proceeded to put her into more comely clothing. At first she resisted, but after a while, she no longer cared. It seemed she had lost her self-identity.
The serum was next. Over the months, she digressed to neanderthal woman. With continued use of the serum, she almost became a vegetable,. so I had to stop it. After the serum, there was the process of learning again. She must have been very intelligent because it only took 3 months to get her from the grunting stage to a 10 word vocabulary.
After the first hurdle was jumped, the rest were easy. Now she is tame, if fed on time, and very affectionate, in her own way, (although I’ve never quite gotten used to her abnormally hairy body).
I wonder if she’ll remember this experiment when she is brought back to the present age mentality…?? I hope so, because she always thought it was possible, but never would admit it.
“Pitter-patter……I hope she’s sleeping soundly too…….”