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@missmarthasaylor
Unstoppable force, Immovable object ~ Loretta and Martha
There were very very few things higher than long car rides on the list of Martha's personal irritants. Bikers. Lucas in his "let's irritate Ezekiel" moods. Not to mention slow moving staff, her old classmates, the members of Holy Ghost one and all, and flip flops. So maybe not so very few things. Regardless, several days spent driving cross country was very nearly enough to send her into a snit, especially on top of the days of turmoil and stress in which she had the great pleasure of packing everything she owned into the back of her small car, arranging for Myra's funeral, and bolting from the town she'd hardly left her entire life like a thief in the night.
Desert turned to wheat fields turned to grassy hills as she made her way closer to the address Lucas had sent her, stopping a few times to hole up in crap hole motels for the night. She'd managed to avoid thinking most of the trip, Martha had solidly compartmentalized the fact that Myra, her biological mother, a woman she'd barely had a chance to know, had been murdered, the day she'd shipped out of town. Hours spent on cruise control, with only the static of whatever halfway passable radio station she could find to break the silence,
The sizable home faded into view as she rumbled up the drive, surrounded by well manicured lawns.. Martha could handle green, everything here seemed less bare, less utilitarian, than the clay dust surrounding Prosaic. Parking and stretching her legs out as she slid out of the drivers seat, Martha brushed the wrinkles out of her dress and smoothed out her hair before approaching the front door. It was quiet, not a soul to be seen outside, and she braced herself, carefully softening her face before knocking on the front door.
Mother, Sister, Cousin - Closed
Lilies seemed appropriate.
White lilies, specifically. For purity.
We have sanctuary available to us in Kentucky, Lucas the retainer of the exact address whom I’ve told to text you as soon as able. Take your car, and any funds available, I will wire more at any turn if necessary.
Considering that there is far lesser risk for you in particular than Lucas nor I, there is the option for you to access the funeral. I have a friend who will allow you the breathing room required if you so choose. I must leave as soon as the roads have birthed a clearing for me. Once my phones have been discarded I will be unreachable until we meet at the final destination. Contact Lucas if anything arises.
I promise you this does not end here, we do not end here. Safe Travels my dear.
Right, Kentucky. Who do we know in Kentucky?
I'll stay, get it all taken care of. Someone should be here for her. It should only take a few days, I'll keep in touch with Lucas, keep him updated.
You too, Ezekiel. Please, be careful.
Yes She is, but that changes little to the fact that she was our blood, and therefore must be respected as such. I have no doubts that there is pangs that burrow in this,whether you recognize them or not and we may all yet have to mourn a days passage from here.
There is a time for you anger, and rightfully so, but if we embellish here we may all be joining her by tomorrow.
Right. Of course. Care to share the bullet points, at least? Who, when, any arrangements that have already been made?
We will all meet with her again one day…
It just won’t be on this plane.
Im…sorry Martha…I…
What? God, would you just fucking say what you mean, for once?
She's dead. Myra's dead.
….No Martha…no.
There is no more Church, there is no group meetings, no more underground dealings and empirical advance. All that will remain here are the mortal bearings of peace evertasting, while we carry her soul with us.
I don't- I mean I'm not sure what you're saying, exactly.
Martha……Myra won’t be coming with us.
...Because she's staying in Prosaic, right? To keep the church going, or something?
For that I will continue apologizing indefinably, for I have compromised us all…
-some of us to a degree never thought possible…Myra…
What about Myra? Ezekiel you're scaring me, what's going on? Is she in trouble, what happened?
Yes, now- I mean wait- wait Martha
I don’t know…Im at a loss for words….Martha I’m sorry, so sorry.
Wait? Why, what's...?
Sorry for what? The labs? We can deal, we'll figure something out.
Martha?!
Ezekiel, hey, that was fast. I assume I should start packing quickly?
Text to: Martha and Lucas
Martha: What? Why?
Ezekiel: there was a minor setback with the law catching a downwind to one of our labs. I have bought us a finite amount of time, but the phonecall I received. The one that had me Unable to contain, was information affirming that the search party has spread. Two more have succombed to the churning rake of the law, and there is no horizon that details a slowing. They have my name. Our name.
Martha: Oh. God. Okay, when and where? Do Lucas and Myra know?
Text to: Martha and Lucas
Ezekiel: We have to leave Prosaic.
Martha: What? Why?
RIP Myra Saylor
Fucking. Ledgerwood.
I told myself it was…
But I don’t know. I mean, you did grow up beautifully. You are this strong, smart, and beautiful young woman now. I know I don’t have a right, but I am proud of you. And my Aunt Leah did that. She raised you like her own and I’ll be eternally grateful to her for that—as well as Ezekiel for keeping his ever watchful eye on you.
But… there are many nights I wish I’d had the courage to be a mother.
I was her own. I am.
I wouldn't be me. If you had changed your mind or never thought about it in the first place, I would be some other girl.
Fucking. Ledgerwood.
Martha…
I was young and dumb. My parents disowned me, my family was gone and Gideon just—
…There are no excuses, Martha. I swear to you, I never meant to hurt you.
You didn't. You didn't hurt me, you just dumped me off. I mean it was for the best, right? That you gave up your own kid?