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“I don’t need your money!” I yell at him fiercely. Prying open his mouth I stuff the money in. He looks stricken with surprise his mouth shut, for the money which he entrusts is a wage for stealing. The rush from embarrassing him runs to my face with heat. Before the red glory can grace my face I run out, the heat of rebelliousness following like steam to a steam engine.
I run down the streets of Trihi, wet cobbles try to trip me as I multitask by evading fruit carts and slavers. I glace up at the worn buildings watching for Falcon Guard’s. They have been known to lift up people for suspicious activity, or just because they are suspected criminals. It has happened too many of my friends they never return. Many believe it is, because they are test subjects in experiments to create super beings. A lot like the monster that roams the city at night. Sometimes people try to escape from the city by being caught by the slavers. The people like us that stay are monitored by the city by microchips; the chance of escape is less than feasible.
The sun was setting quickly the people around me are scattering for shelter among the lime and sandstone buildings. To be outside when the sun sets has ghastly consequences. That is why it is hard to subsist in one home in this city. It is said that there is a monster that will eat our soul if we are out after dark. Basically, whoever is stuck outside is a dead person walking. There have been bodies to prove it. I have seen one that was mangled and others that were crushed. It is believed that the Falcon Guards clean up the dead before the sunrises on the West. Though there is the occasional body left to scare us.
It is why many people move around. For instance that is why I am going to visit Uncle Rudolph’s Mansion. By visit it is more like intrude, he never has been partial to my attitude. I confess it can get to be too much to handle at times, but it has kept me alive and gave me respect. He means to have me go to college for an education in history, or so he told me last week. I have already informed him that I am going to refuse. As I expected he was unfazed. I am going to have to see what he says this time.
I get closer to the gate, often times it is left open. The sun has set, time is short. I scramble around in my cotton pockets for the key he lent me for emergencies. As I suspect when most needed it is gone. My fate is set by a mistake by my own negligence. Dread is creeping into my heart as I try to find a solution. Many of the homes have been locked up permanently for the night as a safety precaution. I can’t pick locks, and the gate is too high to crawl. The only thing I can do is the thing I do best.
“Help, someone? Help, please!” sobs overtake me as frustration kicks in. I dart to try to make sure whatever is out here does not catch me. I whimper with the hopelessness. My screams continue with my sobs of frustration. No one has seen the beast, no one knows if it can fly, run fast, or if it is invisible. I continue running, breathing heavily, knowing I am the only poor soul out here. To my surprise I am suddenly on the ground, pain shooting through my left ankle. I have no idea if I have broken it or not. I attempt to move it causes more pain. My eyes are so full of tears it is so hard to see. Wiping my eyes I see only the street lights in rows. Nothing moves around me. I need to carry on crawling.
Using my hands I pull myself along the gritty ground that is covered in salt and moss. Progress is slow since the moss is slippery prolonging my progress towards the light post. It seems as if Father Time feels some sympathy for me, for time seems to have stopped. Pulling myself along the cobble street
people usually walk I find sympathy for the cripple. I get to the light post, and lean my body against it. This will be the place I am going to die if it comes for me. Now at rest I begin to call for help again.
“Help me! Come on, please! I can hardly move!” I only yell. Sobbing can do nothing for me now I have consoled myself. I am calm; peace reaches me when I stop screaming.
My back convulses uncontrollably like it does when it is cold outside. Yet it is serene as a covenant tonight, the warm air comes from the ocean. The feeling of being alone fades. Whatever the beast is it is near.
“Why are you out so late my dear?” says the entity. It sounds almost human, except for the purring sound which follows the vocalist.
Though we all live in one city the population could be considered nomadic. If you head to the other side of town and it takes you half the day to get there. Well, you best turn around as you get there unless you wish to live in
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