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KALEIDOSCOPE EYES by uciboy PART VII When Mary awoke, she found herself tied to a chair and placed in her bedroom closet. All of the clothes had been removed and only the above light bulb remained. Within moments Kim entered the small space holding her pack of Virginia Slims - and for the first time in a long time, Mary felt real fear. "Kimmie, please untie me," she pleaded. "Let me try and help you. We still may be able to find a cure to your mutation when your Dad comes home." Kim looked patronizingly at her mother. "It's not me who needs help, Mom," she replied earnestly. "It's you. I'm going to help you become a smoker." "Honey," Mary said anxiously, "you know that's not possible. The lab accident had a different effect on me than it did you." Kim pulled out a cigarette. "Kim, please don't light that, you know I'll become violently ill." "I have a theory Mom. Would you like to hear it?" Kim lit her cigarette and drew hard on it. "I believe," she continued, her words punctuated by puffs of smoke, "that this mutation is in you, too, but it just needs to be developed." Mary could feel her stomach begin to churn as smoke filled the airspace of the small closet. "Please," she begged with tears in her eyes, "don't do this." "I love you, Mom." Mary watched her daughter hollow her cheeks in a deep puff and soon felt a wave of smoke wash up against her face. Immediately the coughing began. God, forgive my daughter, she prayed, she's not in control of herself. Kim gently took hold of her mother's chin, bringing her lips to hers, and blew a gust of smoke deep into Mary's lungs. Mary couldn't hold down what was churning in her stomach and she vomited into the towel that Kim had placed on her lap. "Obey the smoke," Kim urged, and she blew another stream into her mother's face. "Remember how good it used to feel when you and Dad both smoked so many years ago? You can bring back that feeling." "No," Mary gasped, "it's not possible. You have to stop this." "I'm here to help you, Mom," Kim said as she wiped the vomit off her mother's lips so that she could blow another gust of smoke into her lungs. This went on for nearly two hours until Mary's vomiting was reduced to dry-heaves. Kim only stopped when her mother finally passed out from exhaustion. The next morning, Kim found her mother pale and dehydrated. Only the support of the ropes held her weakened body to the chair and her head hung loose. "Kim," Mary pleaded, "you have...to stop this. Please...untie me." "Mom, I feel we're very close. Your eyes are shining brighter today then last night. I really believe that we can accomplish this and allow the mutation to flourish within you." "Kim," her mother responded breathlessly, "I don't want it to." She struggled to raise her head and look into her daughter's kaleidoscope eyes. "I don't want to smoke." "But you will," Kim replied wickedly and lit a cigarette. Again, the dry heaves came as Kim worked to bring about a transformation from her mother's own mutation. She took heart after an hour at the fact that the dry-heaves were occurring less frequently, and Mary was no longer coughing. Kim felt she was making real progress as she kept close watch on her mother's pupils which continued to dilate. But by the early afternoon, Kim had reached a brick wall. There appeared to be no further change in Mary, and Kim wondered if any further efforts were useless. And so she decided to stop. She felt she had done all she could to help her mother and didn't want to inflict any further suffering. Her objective, after all, was not to hurt her Mom, but to spark the transformation that would allow her to understand life's pleasures in a new way. Nearly unconscious, Mary only had a vague sense of what was now happening. She felt the sensation of being lifted from the chair and placed into bed where the covers were soft. She could feel that her bloodstream and body tissue were saturated with nicotine, and she wondered whether she would live through the day. She sensed her daughter's presence by her side, fingertips touching her cheek and a soft voice saying, "I have to go now, Mom. It's time to fulfill my destiny." And then the touch and the voice were gone. ________________________ The following Sunday morning, Mary stood washing a plate at the sink lost in thought while her youngest daughter sat at the kitchen table completing some homework. It had been nearly a week since she had seen or heard from her oldest daughter. The last anyone saw of Kim was at St. Mary's on the previous Tuesday afternoon when she arrived on campus to attend the meeting of the No-Butts-Anti-Smoking Society. Teachers were perplexed as to why a majority of the members voted to disband the popular club, and administrators have since expressed concern of an upward trend in youth smoking in the all-girls school. Mary suddenly heard the front door open and her husband, back from Taiwan, call out, "I'm home. Anybody here?" Annie turned towards her mother who walked calmly from the sink to the kitchen table. "Mine or yours," Annie asked. "We'll use mine, dear," Mary replied, and she lit a Saratoga Menthol 120 free handed. "It's stronger." Annie watched her mother walk out of the kitchen and heard her say, "Welcome home, Yao." "Mary," her husband replied, "what's happened to your eyes?" End |
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