The Sea Monster
Doom Patrol #1 - The Song of Love (Part 1)
“Captain Trainor? Captain Trainor do you copy? Flight KF-2, what is your status?”
“He’s going out of orbit!”
“Captain Trainor, report.”
“Things are looking strange on our end, Larry. What’s your status?”
“We’ve lost contact-“
“What?”
“Repeat, test flight KF-2 has lost contact. Captain Trainor, do you copy?”
“Do you copy Captain? What’s happening?”
“You’re drifting into a rad-field. Larry, do you copy? Larry, get out of there!”
“It’s too dangerous – Trainor, terminate! Terminate now Larry, I repeat, terminate!”
“We’re losing him! The rad-field is too strong! Captain Trainor! Captain Trainor! Larry, if you copy, get out of there! It’s not worth it!”
“It’s too late! We need you to bail! Goddamnit, Larry! Abort mission! Abort!”
“Larry!”
Larrytrainor
It’s five o’clock, perhaps?
We are standing somewhere, together.
Twilight’s careful shadow creeping onwards.
Night has come now, I think.
Maybe it never left.
What has happened to me?
~While you make pretty speeches~
IneedyoureachoutlarrytrainoryouknowIamtherereachoutandtouchmeyourspiritisstronganduntaintedtouchmecaptaintrainorimprintmeintoyourbeing
I take a hand.
Warm fingers. Soft.
The closest living souls in our world.
No one else matters.
Perhaps no one else ever will.
Will you think of me as you sleep?
~I’m being cut to shreds~
Tears are gone.
Sockets dry.
Bloodstains and starbursts erupt atop dreamy eyes.
Thundering now.
When did it get this loud?
Won’t anyone stop this noise?
He’s coming.
YouhavebeenchosenlarrytraimortakemyhandlarrytrainortakemyhanditisonlyasimpletouchlarryandtogetherwewillbothbefreeIneedyou
Ripped apart and reconstructed.
Now is a happier time;
A most honest glimpse.
We knew the risks.
Now destined to kill all that’s touched.
~You feed me to the lions~
How would you see me now?
Shatter my being and finish this.
I beg of you.
A means to an end –
And what if the end isn’t worth it?
~A delicate balance~
Standing before family.
Smiling?
A small room, packed, to look full?
Everything I need is in front of me. Everyone I need around me.
This is the happiest I have been.
This is the happiest I will ever be.
A canvas fades when exposed to light.
Now they start to fade too.
So young.
Too young, they said.
What have I done?
~And this just feels like spinning plates~
EmbracemycallinglarryyouneedmelarrytrainorandIneedyouletthisendIbegofyouletmeinlarryletmeinwearestrongertogetherwebindyouhavebeenchosenthespiritisstrong
All gone now.
Why did you leave?
Were you ever there?
You were never there.
Fading.
Falling.
Falliiiiiiiing.
~I’m living in cloud cuckoo land~
I’m sorry.
It appears we have forgotten how to be ourselves.
When I close my eyes, I think of you.
When I soar, I will think of you.
In all my haunted dreams I will find you.
But I know you won’t let me in.
You knew it was only a matter of time.
Time…
Trustmelarrytrainorthisismydesignwecanbetogetherweneedtobetogetheryouarethechosenthecirclehaschosenreachoutandfindmetouchmelarrytrainorreachoutandtouch
Memory sapped.
Senses depleted.
Being switched off.
Ego drained.
Face dwindles from mind.
An imprint – pressed onto consciousness – begins to fade; the canvas begins to fade.
What is, and what may be, is never.
Was never?
Back together; torn apart.
We all once believed we could rule this life.
We were wrong.
God help me
I’m sorry. It appears I have forgotten how to be myself.
~And this just feels like spinning plates~
Doitnowlarrytrainordoitnowwearerunningoutoftimetimeisslippingawayreachoutandsaveyourselftakebackwhatisandwhatwillbetakemelarrytrainortakemethecirclemustbecomplete
Canvas fading…
Where is Larry Trainor?
Fading…
What is Larry Trainor?
Fading…
Who is Larry Trainor?
Gone
Igrowdesperatelarrytrainorreachoutandtouchmetakemyhandtakemyhanditistheonlythingtododoitnowthecircleiscompletethecircleiscompletetouchmeembracemeencasemewithyoursoulandwelcomemewithasimpletouchlarrytrainorasimpletouchasimpletouchasimpletouchasimple
All gone.
All gone.
Please help me.
All gone.
God save us.
No more to lose, yet everything – gone.
He’s right.
It’s just a simple
-touch-
~Our bodies floating down a muddy river…~
Larrytrainoryouareawake-
Larry Trainor awakens with a start; new-born dreams still whimpering in his mind. Cool, damp sweat covers what’s left of his skin in a fine sheen. He didn’t know he could still do that. From deep within his body he feels a dull pulsating; a polyrhythmic beat in harmony with his steadily thumping heart. Still there, he thinks. He looks at the clock – nearly five a.m – and swings his legs out of bed. He goes over to the mirror, trying his best to avoid direct eye contact with his own image, and begins to wrap his body in bandages, an action now that comes to him all too easily. Though his room’s solitary, insulated window reveals little of the outside world, he feels the chill of the early morning air in his bones and spots a hulking shape sat at the back door. He throws on some jeans and a sweater and heads for the door. It’s a lonely night out, and there’s someone who could use his company.
Doom Patrol #1 - The Song of Love (Part 1)
“Captain Trainor? Captain Trainor do you copy? Flight KF-2, what is your status?”
“He’s going out of orbit!”
“Captain Trainor, report.”
“Things are looking strange on our end, Larry. What’s your status?”
“We’ve lost contact-“
“What?”
“Repeat, test flight KF-2 has lost contact. Captain Trainor, do you copy?”
“Do you copy Captain? What’s happening?”
“You’re drifting into a rad-field. Larry, do you copy? Larry, get out of there!”
“It’s too dangerous – Trainor, terminate! Terminate now Larry, I repeat, terminate!”
“We’re losing him! The rad-field is too strong! Captain Trainor! Captain Trainor! Larry, if you copy, get out of there! It’s not worth it!”
“It’s too late! We need you to bail! Goddamnit, Larry! Abort mission! Abort!”
“Larry!”
Larrytrainor
It’s five o’clock, perhaps?
We are standing somewhere, together.
Twilight’s careful shadow creeping onwards.
Night has come now, I think.
Maybe it never left.
What has happened to me?
~While you make pretty speeches~
IneedyoureachoutlarrytrainoryouknowIamtherereachoutandtouchmeyourspiritisstronganduntaintedtouchmecaptaintrainorimprintmeintoyourbeing
I take a hand.
Warm fingers. Soft.
The closest living souls in our world.
No one else matters.
Perhaps no one else ever will.
Will you think of me as you sleep?
~I’m being cut to shreds~
Tears are gone.
Sockets dry.
Bloodstains and starbursts erupt atop dreamy eyes.
Thundering now.
When did it get this loud?
Won’t anyone stop this noise?
He’s coming.
YouhavebeenchosenlarrytraimortakemyhandlarrytrainortakemyhanditisonlyasimpletouchlarryandtogetherwewillbothbefreeIneedyou
Ripped apart and reconstructed.
Now is a happier time;
A most honest glimpse.
We knew the risks.
Now destined to kill all that’s touched.
~You feed me to the lions~
How would you see me now?
Shatter my being and finish this.
I beg of you.
A means to an end –
And what if the end isn’t worth it?
~A delicate balance~
Standing before family.
Smiling?
A small room, packed, to look full?
Everything I need is in front of me. Everyone I need around me.
This is the happiest I have been.
This is the happiest I will ever be.
A canvas fades when exposed to light.
Now they start to fade too.
So young.
Too young, they said.
What have I done?
~And this just feels like spinning plates~
EmbracemycallinglarryyouneedmelarrytrainorandIneedyouletthisendIbegofyouletmeinlarryletmeinwearestrongertogetherwebindyouhavebeenchosenthespiritisstrong
All gone now.
Why did you leave?
Were you ever there?
You were never there.
Fading.
Falling.
Falliiiiiiiing.
~I’m living in cloud cuckoo land~
I’m sorry.
It appears we have forgotten how to be ourselves.
When I close my eyes, I think of you.
When I soar, I will think of you.
In all my haunted dreams I will find you.
But I know you won’t let me in.
You knew it was only a matter of time.
Time…
Trustmelarrytrainorthisismydesignwecanbetogetherweneedtobetogetheryouarethechosenthecirclehaschosenreachoutandfindmetouchmelarrytrainorreachoutandtouch
Memory sapped.
Senses depleted.
Being switched off.
Ego drained.
Face dwindles from mind.
An imprint – pressed onto consciousness – begins to fade; the canvas begins to fade.
What is, and what may be, is never.
Was never?
Back together; torn apart.
We all once believed we could rule this life.
We were wrong.
God help me
I’m sorry. It appears I have forgotten how to be myself.
~And this just feels like spinning plates~
Doitnowlarrytrainordoitnowwearerunningoutoftimetimeisslippingawayreachoutandsaveyourselftakebackwhatisandwhatwillbetakemelarrytrainortakemethecirclemustbecomplete
Canvas fading…
Where is Larry Trainor?
Fading…
What is Larry Trainor?
Fading…
Who is Larry Trainor?
Gone
Igrowdesperatelarrytrainorreachoutandtouchmetakemyhandtakemyhanditistheonlythingtododoitnowthecircleiscompletethecircleiscompletetouchmeembracemeencasemewithyoursoulandwelcomemewithasimpletouchlarrytrainorasimpletouchasimpletouchasimpletouchasimple
All gone.
All gone.
Please help me.
All gone.
God save us.
No more to lose, yet everything – gone.
He’s right.
It’s just a simple
-touch-
~Our bodies floating down a muddy river…~
Larrytrainoryouareawake-
Larry Trainor awakens with a start; new-born dreams still whimpering in his mind. Cool, damp sweat covers what’s left of his skin in a fine sheen. He didn’t know he could still do that. From deep within his body he feels a dull pulsating; a polyrhythmic beat in harmony with his steadily thumping heart. Still there, he thinks. He looks at the clock – nearly five a.m – and swings his legs out of bed. He goes over to the mirror, trying his best to avoid direct eye contact with his own image, and begins to wrap his body in bandages, an action now that comes to him all too easily. Though his room’s solitary, insulated window reveals little of the outside world, he feels the chill of the early morning air in his bones and spots a hulking shape sat at the back door. He throws on some jeans and a sweater and heads for the door. It’s a lonely night out, and there’s someone who could use his company.