Absolute Beginners Part 1 - Soldier Girl

"We can soar like eagles or scamper like rabbits," said Matus. "We can swim like the dolphins, be kings and queens, or even be ourselves, for eternity."
The old Nagual nodded his head slowly, his milky blue eyes half closed, as if lost in deep thought. After a moment or two, the boys sitting cross-legged before him on the dry sand began to wonder if he was meditating or merely sleeping, and whether there was really any difference between the two once you reached the great age Matus claimed to be. The midday sun was warm without being unpleasant though, and the breeze rolling in from the desert kept the air in motion, so most of the students waited silently, attentively, for the lesson to continue. Seeing his chance, Blue risked a quick glance around at his fellow novices, then slipped a chocolate bar from his shirt pocket and took a large bite. He ducked his head again and munched contentedly, until the boy sitting beside him reached over and slapped him harshly between the shoulder blades. Blue sprawled forwards, his legs twitching like a dreaming dog, a thick drool of melted chocolate bubbling from his lips. The other students scattered in surprise, scrambling around and away to watch this strange turn of events from a safer distance.
A pair of guards, teenage girls in drab olive fatigues, came running over from their post outside the camp administration building, raising their rifles and shouting warnings at Blue's attacker. The boy merely turned and smiled at them, and they faltered and lowered their weapons.
"And we must beware at all times," said the boy, his voice that of the ancient Indian, his milky eyes twinkling with mischief, "for there are many dark actors playing games here. We must never let our guard down, no matter what the temptation."
He reached down and took the half-eaten chocolate bar from Blue's pocket and broke it into three pieces, offering two to the guards and popping the third into his own mouth. The dark haired girl smiled and accepted her piece meekly, while her fairer companion pointed at the still-convulsing Blue.
"Where is he Master Matus?"
The boy grinned, looking around at his stunned, curious students.
"Our sweet-toothed Tonal is wriggling down in the dirt, churning through the soil, blind and deaf, barely more than an eating, shitting machine. You see, we can be anything we wish to be, even a humble earthworm."
The bell by the mess hall door rang suddenly, and the Nagual returned to his own body, climbed stiffly to his feet and wiped the sand from his ass. The boy he had possessed blinked uncertainly at the armed girls before him, then frowned, spat out a lump of melted chocolate and peered at it in confusion. The other students laughed and chattered amongst themselves as they rose and made their way towards the mess hall, leaving the guards, the old teacher and the dazed student standing over the prone Blue. Matus shook his head sadly.
"Five more minutes and he would have been eating lunch. This one will always have trouble with his appetite, cihuapilli."
He looked over at the fair haired soldier girl and grinned.
"You will have to watch that, I think."
Before she could object, the old Indian had turned away to see to his other student, who was beginning to piece together the last few minutes. He looked up at his teacher, frowning.
"What just happened? Was someone else in my head?"
Matus smiled and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Help me to the canteen and I'll explain everything."
They slowly shuffled away, the student supporting his master as he learned what had just transpired.
Finally, just the guards remained. Sighing, the dark haired girl grabbed Blue's shoulder and rolled him roughly onto his back.
"Why does he always leave us to clean up after him?"
Her colleague shrugged.
"He probably thinks we're learning something from it all."
She squatted beside Blue's empty husk and gripped his head firmly in both hands, her thumbs at his temples.
"Wax on, wax off and all that shit."
Blue's eyes fluttered open, and for a moment they were a dirty off-white, like the flesh of a creature which spends it's entire life far removed from the sun. Then they rolled wildly as the irises gradually reappeared, before finally settling on the girl leaning over him. Looking up at her, with the desert sun shining through her short, boyish hair like a golden halo, he felt an uncontrollable urge to smile.
"You're lovely," he said thickly, pushing up onto his elbows. "Are you an angel?"
The girl stepped away, shaking her head.
"Not another one..."
The dark haired girl laughed.
"You love it when this happens. You play on it. You'll have him trotting after you for a week at least, until you get bored with it."
The blonde girl pulled a pack of cigarettes from her shirt pocket, lit one and tossed the pack down to Blue.
"Okay, here's the deal," she announced, blowing a sigil-cloud of smoke to imbue her words with power over him. "I will allow you and one of your friends to take me and my friend here out on the town this evening. There will be no physical contact unless I initiate it, which is so unlikely that you might as well forget about it now. You will pay for everything, which will include at least a meal, three drinks and a movie. At the end of the evening, you will bring us back here to the camp and say goodnight like gentlemen. The only thing you will take away with you is that fag packet, which you will treasure as a souvenir of our time together. You will often wonder what might have been, especially when I begin my meteoric rise to stardom, but you will always know that I was too good for you and you will be eternally grateful for the brief hours you spent in my company. Understood?"
"Fair enough. So what's your name then?"
"She's Christa Paffgen," said the dark haired girl, "and I'm Fata Morgana, although you couldn't care less about me."
Blue lay back on the warm Earth and blew a wreath of smoke around his head.
"Christa... That's nice."
The girls exchanged smiles and shouldered their rifles, ready to move on and leave him with the lie.
"Course, if you don't mind, I'll just call you Felicity."
He sat up again and grinned at their stunned expressions.
"Is that alright with you Ari?"
Felicity looked down at Blue, lost for words, then turned to Arihaily.
"I don't think we'll be getting rid of this one that easily."

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