#machiel

[angel--finder]

my name was machiel. i had long, long brown hair. i probably had brown eyes and i believe i had freckles, too! i think i presented androgynously, maybe on the feminine side and i had one pair of brown and white wings. i took care of fledgelings or at least spent a lot of time in the nurseries. fledglings had grey feathers but molted during their teenage years. i might’ve fallen to earth during the war but by accident, and i wanted to learn to enjoy my new life on earth. you can reach me here!

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I Wanted to do some stuff, but i couldn’t find my stuff

Machiel van Stokkum

[100dow2013]

058. Absorbed

From the very first moment I saw him, I knew he was trouble. Of course, when you're almost asleep and you suddenly have a fugitive trying to hide in your room, trouble is only one of the things that pop into your mind. Most of the other things are curses. But I guess I'm just a big softy, and I had to help him. In a weird way, he sort of reminded me of my friend... damn, I can't even remember his name anymore. I've been here too long.

Anyways, when I sent him off, I thought that was the last of it. That just goes to show how much of an idiot I am, though. Later on Kanzah sends me on this stupid mission to bring him back in, as if Kanzah needs one more serial killer to boss around. And you know what? I should have just brought him in. I didn't owe him anything. I had no idea who he was—hell, I still have no idea who he is—but I couldn't resist the urge to screw Kanzah over in any way possible. So instead of doing what I'm told like the loyal worker I am (yeah, that's a laugh), I hide him away and take the blame for it.

Then you'd think that would be the end of it, but you'd still be wrong. I mean, it must have been a year since I heard the names “Abidan” or “Jordan” or anything similar, but just when he was slipping from my memory, I hear rumors about Kanzah finding the prodigal son. So once again I stick my head out for him, and turns out he's a pony rancher nowadays.

So I go and warn him, and it even seems like he remembers me a little bit, but I can't just end it there. Now I'm standing outside of Kanzah's office door about to do something I know I'll regret.

I bite my lip and knock on the door. He answers almost immediately. The door swings up open easily, silently, and he's sitting at his desk. I'll be damned if I know what he does all day, but it seems like whenever someone's looking for him, he's at his desk in front of his computer alone. Little pervert.

“What do you want, Machiel?”

I don't respond. Before he has time to act, I'm reaching over his desk and pressing my palm against his forehead. There's a loud crack that I know no one besides us can hear, and his memories flood into my head. An unnerving majority of them are him looking at his screen, and to my disappointment it's actually all work related.

There it is. I only see Jordan's name for a split second, but it's enough. I latch onto the memory and yank it from his head, sending him crumpling to the ground.

“Aah, shit,” I sigh. It's bad enough that I'm infiltrating my boss' memories for some guy I hardly know, but you can bet I'm going to be the first one he yells at when he finds himself waking up from a mysterious nap.

I heave back into his chair and try to reorganize the paper he knocked off his desk in the fall. When it's at least a little presentable, I flee as quickly as possible.

Hopefully this will be the last time I have to worry about this shit, but we all know that's not going to happen.

[100dow2013]

055. Ponies

Let me start at the beginning, as far back as I go. Which, granted, is only about a year. The day I died. There was a car crash, and I was at the brunt of it. I remember the excruciating pain in more detail than I'd like. I remember the agonizing pain, the surprise and confusion at what at just happened, and the way that it burned to take my final breath.

But then surprise I'm staring up at this freaky kid and I don't really know what his deal was, but I guess he was trying to hire me as a serial killer or something. I ran, but didn't have anywhere to go. Just when I thought I was going to die again, I rain into someone who saved me. I don't know exactly how, but I don't need to know how; I just needed to get out of there. He told me to imagine home, and when I did there was this horrible ripping sound, and everything went black. Then I was home.

That was a year ago. Since then, things have been quite enough. There's been some odd occurrences, sure, but nothing to write home about. I had to start a new life—turns out there's no good way to explain to your parents that you died but you're not dead—but it turns out my old life was crap anyways. And it turns out horses are really awesome. I'm working as a hired hand on a pony farm now, and it's actually really great. Never would have expected that when I was alive.

So, I'm working for a really sweet couple when things go to crap. It's hot and I'm sweaty, but I wouldn't have it any other way. But then that's when I hear that sound. It sounds like something tearing, like the universe is coming apart or like your soul is being ripped from your body. I shudder and the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention. The ponies are all in a fuss about it.

And when I turn behind me, that's when I see him. Stepping out a swirling mess of black, there's a man I've met just once in my life, but whose image is forever burned into my brain. The one who saved me from that creepy kid. I'm shocked to see him, but he doesn't look surprised at all. He looks frantic.

“Y- you,” I squeak. I can't think of if I forgot his name or never learned it, but he certainly recognizes me.

“You have to get out of here,” he demands.

“I don't understand,” I manage to mutter, entirely not sure what's going on. “What's going on?”

“He's found you.”

“Who?”

“Kanzah.”

It only takes me a moment to realize he's talking about the weird kid.

“But, I don't understand,” I repeat. “How did you find me?”

He casts his eyes downward. “That's not important. You just have to get out of here.”

I watch him for a long time. Eventually he looks back up at me, and we both just stare at each other.

I sigh and lean against one of the fences.

“No. I'm not running again. I'm done running.”

I can't tell if he looks sad or angry, but finally he concedes:

“Fine, then. I'll try to stall him for you.”

There's that sound again and he's gone. It's such a strange interaction that I'm hardly even sure that it was real. But there's no forgetting that sound.