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Return of the Ratwoman!

Exciting, huh? Only it isn't. In daylight the attack starts when Ratwoman and her brood arrives. She sits them down together on the floor and instructs them on firing at a target.
"You got to hit it in a straight line!" she says. She points out on a skull the line she wants. It's a lesson in elementary Skullduggery. She's on all fours, her nose and whiskers twitching in anticipation. "We'll eat well tonight, if you do it right!"

The two children. both under 11, at least on assumption. Psychic children can take years to grow up to be adults, they are taguht to adjust time to suit their carers. Aim and fire as if they are drawing art. They two seen clearly with eyes shut - are more rat than you'd think, they have upright ears, tiny whiskers and pointy pointy faces. They have hands and feet which are most definately rat paws and waving above their clothes a delicate long thin tail.

She shows them again the area to hit. It is a straight line below the crown at the back. "We'll get the specialist in to finish the job," she claps her paws together. "The noise will force the skull to split."

It won't work. I already know that. I'm way too broken to bulld up enough pressure inside the skull. I listen anyway. In a horrid kind of way it's totally fascinating. Perhaps they are hags.

I aim a thought at the male child, at least I think it's male. Most of them have voices over the link which is the reverse of their actual sex/gender. I was told by my Grandfather that I was female all the time.

I ask, "Why don't you go put some jeans on and go down the park and have some fun? You could go to the Pets Corner at Oulten Broad, and pet some goats and pigs."
He breaks off, and asks aloud, "Can we?" He's not certain who spoke to him.

They laugh and hie returns to the task. He's interested though. He wants to be a child. His innocence is not quite intact.
Behind him an adult male voice sniggers, "What does it matter what she says, if they know anything at all, they know this stuff is the result of a spider bite."

I rear away. Put on a hat. He's now doing Spiderman.

Of course I think James Patterson does it so much better than I do...
"Yes," the Adult sends back, "He just does it on the run..."

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I go for a walk. They pretend that someone was coming to give me something. I come back because the road ahead is blocked. It's not that cold now outside. The rain has washed most of the snow completely away. Very soon after I come in, a man arrives. He has the machine. He is the specialist. He turns it on. They sit around to see what happens.

I'm so bored by this, I could go into a coma. So I go lie down for a sleep. After a while the sound is noiser. He says brightly, "Any moment now." to the children, "It'll open in a flap. Then we can have it, the rest is just meat."
I wait it out. Nothing happens. Only my ears are hurting.
I sent to them all. "I'm okay, only you're hurting yourselves. That machine is kicking back!"
People bustle about.

He moans loudly about what he wants, "I want her to go through the wall. If we're quick we can all get through at the same time."

I don't say much. I'm thinking about the old film "The Goonies", about the black dots they unrolled to slip through time and space. Are these them? Is Mr. Ee right , he told me that in every generation they would get less able and less powerfull? I hope so.

I'm not walking through the wall for them anyway. They've done something so bad that they need a way out of this world.
I'm not providing it. I will not give in.