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Planet Terror: Hell Breaks Loose
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“All right for now, sweety?” Bette brushed her lips over Helena’s forehead, who nodded. “What did the doctor say?”
“Same as before. We’ll just have to wait. Wait and see. In the meantime, I should rest.” Helena smiled weakly at Bette, reaching up to caress her face. “Don’t go, ok? Let the others take care of things.”
“I wanted to get the stuff from our tent. The wooden things I made you and some of the shells and rocks.” Bette pressed her lips to Helena’s, waiting for instruction. Helena shook her head.
“Later, ok?” She said, pulling Bette down so that she could rest against her. Bette pulled her knees up and rubbed Helena’s arms. She pressed her lips to Helena’s ear, murmuring sweet nothings, while Helena laughed softly.
Meanwhile, chaos reigned at the newly formed camp. Outside the house, a young man was shouting.
“Hell, is overflowing! The dead have arisen to punish us! We are being punished for our sins! We kill our unborn babies! We have same-sex marriage! We have man on man relations…”
Another young man shouted out, interrupting:
“Hey, I’d like to have me some man on man relations tonite!” His boyfriend hooted and hollered, in total agreement.
The religious fundamentalist boy backed down when Jenny threatened to throw a knife at him.
Dusk was approaching as the fences were hurridly raised. They parked the jeeps in a formation facing away from the house, giving themselves easy access in case they needed the vehicles.
Shane, Alice, Lara, Dylan and Catherine were preparing a fire and starting their meeting.
“Where’s Jenny?” Shane asked, looking around.
Meanwhile, Jenny and the French woman were off on their own, having a delightful conversation about labels and other intellectual things.
“Do you like labels?” the French woman asked.
“No.” Jenny smiled shyly. “Do you?”
“No.” the French woman smoked her cigarette in a sexy way. “Do you read Lyotard?”
“Only on Sundays.” Jenny replied, throwing her knives aside and passionately embraced the sexy French woman.
Helena gave permission to Bette to leave her alone with the doctor while she grabbed a few things for her, and met with the others briefly.
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Nice try, Alice, but you’re just not the leader type. Psycho Jenny terminating her creator was a neat bit of poetic justice. Planet Terror is shaping up to be a classic page-turner, and at the heart of it are two deeply sympathetic characters. Helena’s nightmare had better be displaced anxiety and not a hint of things to come!
The more you write and the more I read the more I like this cant wait for another update. thanks
This story had a little bit of everything and that’s what make it so good. Great update! And just like the infected I keep coming back for more.
Damn! That was at turns hilarious (Goddess & She, IC, Jenny), sad, and completely terrifying. This story is just bloody fantastic… you’ve always got me on the edge of my seat, you make me crow with laughter, and you’ve made me really like and care about Bette and Helena together. I don’t have enough thumbs to put up to relay how great I think this story and your writing is. Anyway, post the next soon, helebette. Thanks!
Did you see Omega Man? I frickin love this story
thanx for the fantastic update. u r doing a great job with this story. please update soon
I am officially scared – I need to go read something romantic – Ligea’s Poet springs to mind. Great update.
That Jenny is one tough critic. I wonder if she can take it as well as she can dish it out? But there must still be beauty left in this nightmarish world if she find the one for her, another label-lover.
I love it and can’t what to see what will happen next please post soon