Coraline grabbed it mid-fall, swung it around and slid it neatly up into her assailant's gut piercing his heart. His cry was cut short as his eyes go...gled down at his own blade sticking out of his chest. He stood there for a moment before his eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed. The blade slid easily back into Coraline's hand as the dead guard fell. She stood over him for a long moment standing exactly as still as he was, just looking at him, at his face. All the sounds of the. I just found it so easy it was boring. I was reading and writing almostas soon as I got to school and arithmetic was a doddle. I always read alot and I must have picked up a lot of stuff because I never seemed toneed to actually learn anything. It was almost as if it was all therealready and I just had to remember it. My teachers always worried thatthe stuff I was reading was "too advanced" for my age and that I would,like, get ahead of myself, but I never did. I think they just didn'tlike it. Feeding out of this mask were hundreds more microfilament cables that appeared to plug into random sockets above the Pilot’s head. To a stranger the Pilot looked like a marionette that had been carelessly dumped on its back, its strings in disarray, and no master to control it. The elegance of the exterior was mirrored on the interior of the ship. There were no square edges to anything on the inside. No surface was rough or harsh to the touch, all was smooth and had a dark coppery bronze sheen. I watch his eyes; I can see he is dreaming. His mouth is twitching and his eyes are in the deep sleep roll. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. I slide slowly out of bed and make my way to the kitchen. I start a pot of coffee. I run my fingers through my hair. Oh my God I need a shower. I rush back to the bedroom and grab what I need. I don't want him seeing me like this. I hop into the shower and shave. Shaving is important to me. I hate having hairy legs and armpits, along with a.