Smurfette’s Absolution part3

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Smurfette’s Absolution part3Disclaimer: I do not own any characters that were created by someone elseClaimer: Go to my profile to view my charactersAfter driving just a few more minutes, me and Chernov were just about at the Colony. Chernov tookus through one of the many checkpoints leading intoit, it was guardedbyan armed smurf who looks tired and readyto fall asleep. But when we came near, the greensmurf stoodstraight up with his eyes wide open.Chernov drove up next tohim and rolled down the driver-side window, “At ease.” he told the green smurf.”Oh,” he mumbled, “Thankyou.”The green smurf soon collapsed and fall straight onto his back, he clearlyfell asleep at the spot. Chernov simply drove off, leaving the sleeping smurf where he lay.”Are you going to help him?” I asked.”He’ll be fine.” reassured Chernov.We drove down the relativelywide dirt roadthroughthe Colony, their weren’t that manygreen smurfs out that morning. Insteadof mushroom buildings, green smurfs live in spiderholes. These are burrows in the groundthat are as big as mushroom houses, aluminum sheets supported bya steel frame covers the holes and shield them from the elements.Instead of the greensmurfs living in a large open clearing, we were still in the woods. Tall thicktrees whose branches shade the Colony from the sun tower over us, this place was a lot more hidden, maybe even harder tofind than the Smurf Village. Judging that Gargamel actually found this place and got his butt kicked by the green smurfs, made him the only human other thanChernov’s father, Gargamel’s mom, Johan, andPeewit toactuallyknow the location of this place.I recall the interior of the spiderholes have dirt floors andwalls, and onlyhave one space. Now the green smurfs were doing renovations since I saw some of them doing roadconstruction, theywere paving the dirt roads with a concrete mixture, it wasn’t long before I discovered that me and Chernov were now driving on a paved road.”Feels smooth,” said Chernov, “Doesn’t it?””Yeah,” I said, “It does feel smooth, and quiet. Though I keep hearing these soft thumping noises.””Those are the control joints used to control where the concrete cracks,” internet casino explainedChernov, “Theyalso paved the walls and floors insome spiderholes with concrete, well that’s what I heard from Rick. You know, I bet he had the Command Center’s insides paved with concrete, I bet my gun on it.”The Command Center is the capital building of the colony, its essentiallythe nerve center of the Colony. That is where Rick operates Green Smurf Radioand where any electronic message gets routed through before going to its final destination, in fact that’s where me and Chernov were headed. When we approachedit, the Command Center looked like another spiderhole. The reason is that all the cables leading toor from it were buried andthe antennas were elsewhere in the Colony, making the spiderhole looklike any other spiderhole.Chernov parkedthe smurfvee and we both got out, “Lets see whats new in this crappy hole.” said Chernov.We approached the front door after we head down the slight ramp that leads into the Command Center, the front door was open so we simplywalked in. Sure enough, the walls and floor were paved with concrete. The same old electronic equipment were still there, up against the wall. Trash littered the floor and the rounddining table at the center of the single room, most of it were glass bottles and jugs suckeddry from their liquid contents.There she was, Dashie, sleeping on a crude makeshift cot. A glass bottle filled halfway withalcohol sits in her hand, her mouthwas wide open as she sleeps, did I mentionshe alsosnore?Rickof course was busy with his amateur radio equipment, he’d just got off the air and was busyworking on something. “Rick,” said Chernov, “Are you still on earth or you’re still on the air?”Rickjumped, he shot around his chair and laid eyes upon us, “Chernov?” he asked, “Has new trouble struck?”Chernov usually comes to the Green Smurf Colony if there’s trouble, bringing a blue smurf spells that out clearly. “We’re not under attack if that’s what your thinking,” saidChernov, “But there’s trouble still.””What happened?” asked Rick.Chernov told Rickeverything on what happened to me yesterday, he güvenilir casino seemedto have taken it personally. I sat at the round table among the empty bottles as Rick tries his best to make sense of everything. “I had a felling that this wouldhappen one day,” he said, “How badwas it?””Bad,” saidChernov, “It never takes a lot toupset Smurfette.”Rickwalked over to Dashie and woke her, “Dashie,” he said, “Baby, wake up!”Rickstomped on Dashie’s belly, it caused her to yelpbefore shoot into the upright position on the cot, “Dam it Rick,” she cursed at the top of her lungs, “I swear I told you-“She was about to through her glass bottle at him when she realized there’s still more booze in it, “Oh,” she said, calming down, “There’s still more.”I noticedDashie has a roundbelly, she looked almost as if she’s pregnant. Many thoughts came to mymind, andthen it slipped out before I even know it. “Are you pregnant?”That was stupid of me, I’ve shouldn’t have done that. Rick tries his best to hold in his laughter as Dashie’s cheeks turned redfrom rage, “Hell no!” she barked, “I’m not pregnant goddammit, nor can I get pregnant! I told you I had my uterus surgicallyremoved! For your information, this is a beer belly, its what you get for being a heavydrinker!””Mom doesn’t mean it Dashie.” said Rick.”I know,” grumbled Dashie, “I’m just making things more dramatic since she pissed me off.”Her temper cooled as she focusedher attentionat Chernov, “How’s that fattyof yours b*o?” she rudely asked.”Rachael, like most green smurfs whodefycommon sense, doesn’t mind to be called fatty. I don’t know why since girls usually don’t like tobe called fatty, she’s just that weird. “She’s doing fine,” said Chernov, “Rachael took Smurfette’s problem seriously though.””Such an emotional ball of lard.” snorted Dashie.The hostility she showed was worse thanI remembered, Dashie’s beer bellywas byfar the onlyhint that I’ve ever got from this. She laid backon the cot, made a loud burp, and suckeddown the remaining alcohol from the glass bottle. “You mind getting me moonshine this time Rick?” she asked, “The beer tastes more sh#ttyfrom everybottle I’ve drunkfor casino firmalari some reason.””Sure thing Dashie.” said Rick.”Thank you Ricky,” said Dashie politely.”I guess we follow you out?” asked Chernov.”Yup.” said Rick.We followed Rick out of the Command Center, leaving Dashie to resume her daily nap. As we walked down the concrete road, Rick went ontalking about Dashie’s health andbehavior. She’s getting worse everyday,” he explains, “Dashie’s becoming more and more mean and lazy byeach passing week, now she wou’dn’t leave the Command Center for almost anything and has isolated herself from most of everyone. All she does is sleep, eat, anddrink alcohol 24/7, I’m worried about her Chernov, I’m afraid I’ll loose her.””Did you try tohelpher at all?” asked Chernov.”Ohnumerous occasions,” said Rick, “Even though she’s cooperative, her personalityprevented anyfurther progress. Sooner or later, I’m gonna have tolet her go.””What is she suffering from?” I asked.”Alcohol-fueled depression,” said Rick, “Ever since our smurfling died several months back, she hadn’t been the same ever since. Dashie seemedto have given up on life since she made the foolish mistake to have a hysterectomyafter having the c***d, now our smurfling has diedfrom disease and Dashie turned her back on life and responsibility.””How did you fall in love with Dashie?” asked Chernov.”I fell in love with her because she’s a bad girl,” said Rick, showing a guilty smile, “And I love bad girls. She was an asshole beforehand but not a non-caring cruel asshole, she was kind and friendl
y backthen. Dashie likes to do, naughty things, since it makes her feel ontop of the world. What kept all of this wrong was the goodness of love, the loss of her first and onlyc***d took that love away.”Love, another reminder on how powerful it was. Love means treat what you want to be treated, and this is what kept the smurfs at the Smurf Village together. Dashie wanted tobe treated as a bad girl, soshe be rude to everysmurf. I know what its like since I was a bad girl before I turned into a real smurf, I didn’t know that it’s possible to be good and bad at the same time, now I know.”I gotta goget Dashie some moonshine guys,” said Rick, “I’ll see you guys later.””Bye Rick.” I said.”Bye Mama.” said Rick.He called me mama, I nearly forgottenthat all these green smurfs are my c***dren, except Chernov though.TO BE CONTINUED…

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