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Stranger in A Dream (BETA)
Stranger in A Dream (BETA)
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To S. Spiegel.
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Act Zero — Winter
Prologue
“Well… I guess this is farewell, Pen.” After the brief tire
screeching stopped, a quiet rush of footsteps makes itself
audible in the distance.
“Wait, I—”
“Put your gun down, and come with me. The boss wants to
have a word with you.” He says, his voice barely raised
under his thick eastern-european accent.
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“Why should I?”
“You—little shit—”
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and blinded, I made sure none of them were able to walk,
leaving multiple holes on their legs and feet.
“Hey, you—”
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He gulps his throat, his sweat glands struggling to function
as temperatures drop faster than even his confidence can
ever hope to achieve.
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“Even if I fall, I already called backup. Nowhere for you
left to run, little Julie.”
“How the—”
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the snow, only leaving me with a whole lot of pain that I’m
already numb to before even stepping into the car. Not
even the Feds would dare to touch this part of town, which
is good, but it’d mean… they’re waiting for me. After
reloading my Makarov, and realizing I forgot the other one,
I look around for any spare weaponry. An AK, alright,
that’ll do. Checking the magazine, it’s still fully loaded.
“Alright. Alright.”
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All noise become one, my body surrendering to the cold,
as I fall to the floor, and—
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Act One — Spring
Chapter 1A
I woke up to the sound of an old vinyl record player,
playing piano music, in a futon, in a… gym or dojo looking
building one day. I feel…
“Here, eat.”
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How he speaks becomes of someone with wisdom and age,
if I had ever met one. I don’t think I’ve ever met one who
had both, at least at the same time.
“What?”
“No.”
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I need to check my stuff. My Makarov isn’t in my jacket’s
holster.
“Where are you going? Get some rest!” I hear the old man
call out.
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“Well, go change your clothes first at least. We don’t want
someone looking like a murderer walking around, now do
we?” I look down again, and ah… right…
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Stepping out… lighting my cigarette… then it finally set
in. The three customers: an elder male, like the shop owner,
but bigger, with a warhammer by his side; a pastel green
haired girl, with a pine colored horn above her forehead,
wearing a white dress, and a sword with glaring eyes
floating around her. The buildings, made up of wood, and
stone. The paths unpaved, with horse carriages passing by.
Men and women in suits of armor and weapons only seen
in anime, few in between, however, stand and walk around
as if they fit in.
“...Hello…”
“Huh… where are you from, lad? Come on, sit with us.”
“I…”
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A large tree is visible from here. Larger than any that I
know to exist. I walked away from the two of them, and
Mori, trying to find somewhere where I can make sense of
things.
The sky’s much bluer here than back there. Ain’t it, Pen?
“Yeah… uhhh…”
“Jules.”
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“Fancy name, fancy outfit. Love the pockets. Where you
headed?” He asks.
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A couple of geese took off into the skies. I don’t think they
fly quite like that. And a pair or more rabbits hop around,
like kids playing tag.
“Thanks.”
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“I don’t smoke, you know.” he said, coughing in between
letters.
“Sure.”By the time the sun had set, and the final cigarette
had burnt to the edge, neither of us had managed to melt
the ice.
Act One — ???
Chapter 1B
I find myself… here again. In front of my apartment. The
air seemed as if it’s motionless, the wind as still as my
breath. I look out to the sky, as I stand on the open balcony
corridor. Was it a dream? The old man, the lake, us sharing
a smoke—was all of it a dream?
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“What? So you’re a girl?”
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My heart begins to sink. Pen disappears. My heart begins
to sink a little more, burning like the cigarette I hold
inbetween my fingers, slowly turning into ash.
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Act One — Spring
Chapter 2A
The couple of days after we shared a smoke, he never
asked for a cigarette again. A whole lot of nothing was
done on those days. Last night though, I had a glimpse of
something… but then lost it. I wonder why I'm… resting a
little easier.
“Ah.”
“Sure.”
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“Oh hey, can you get the chairs?” He points to the stack of
stools behind the countertop.
“Alright.”
He opens the stall shutters after all the stools had been
placed, and the cutlery and pans, clean as can be, is set on
the stove. Huh, they don’t use gas, but have vinyl players
with nice enough sound quality, odd. He pours liquid on
the charcoal, and ignites it with a snap, making contact.
“Magic?”
“Oh no. At least not the arcane casting sort. Just a little
breathing energy.”
“Ah.”
“Sure.”
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“Also, no need to swap out the discs. Just bring it and put
it on the counter, right on that corner.”
With the stand now open, not long after the first customer
comes. The music had begun playing, and again, the piano
piece seems familiar. It slow-dances from left to right, with
beauty and a tinge of melancholy in the background. It
oddly contrasts with the somewhat Asian backdrop that is
the noodle stand. But I like it. He takes a large pot, filling
it with water, and boils it, a minute later, mixing in green
onions and other ingredients.
“Alright.”
“The usual?”
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similar to the girl from a couple of days ago. The chef boils
the noodles, weaving them in the broth within the pot. As
the noodle is boiling, he takes mushrooms from the
container, slices them with quick and precise cuts beyond
what I’d expect from a chef, and throws them in. After a
couple of minutes, the old man sniffs the pot, and so do I,
then pours the broth onto a plain white bowl, mixing in soy
sauce and a little bit of salt and pepper before the noodle is
slid in. Ice tea is also poured and served on the side.
Through his movements, he’s an experienced chef alright,
but something is off about him.
“Oh hello, Jules, is it?” She sits down, turning her attention
to me.
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“Yes.”
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“Well… if you do know, I’ll come by again, alright?”
I stay silent.
Not many customers rolled by after, by the time we closed
up shop at 5. The day feels longer than I remember. As I
wash my dishes, oh that’s right, I just remembered
something. My Makarov.
“Uhm, Mori?”
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“What was in my backpack. The black metal thing with the
wooden grip.”
“Of course not! I walked all the way to the city border, you
know!” he rebutts.
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So much for the wise old teacher trope. Or am I dealing
with a General Iroh type affair where it’s goofs and gaffs
and everything in between?
“Alright.”
I unlatch and pull apart the slide. There it is. The recoil
spring is missing, and… a couple of things are a little loose.
Mori fetched me a screwdriver, and the recoil spring that’s
mssing.
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“Never mind, I’ll get started cooking dinner.” He shakes
his head, sighing a little while getting up.
“Mori?”
“Hm?”
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Act One — ???
Chapter 2B
“The world ended once because someone had a bad day.”
Silence.
“I see.”
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“Yes. I guess it’d be nice if I had somene to show me
around… like—”
“Lilith?”
“First girl you see is best girl? What is this, a light novel
adaptation?” They add, as we continue to laugh.
But the laughter slows down, fading into the silent walls.
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“If I’m honest, Pen.”
“Yes?”
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Act One — Spring
Chapter 3A
“Get up, kid. We’re going shopping.”
It’s the first time I set foot outside of the noodle shop since
I woke up. It’s a little hot today. The clouds are looking
white and clear as sky. Inspecting my little leather
satchelbag, it seems I have everything I need. My
Makarov, one of the two spare magazines I brought with
me, my knife, and my iPod.
“1171 CF.”
“CF?”
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“It stands for Capital Founded. When the first capital was
founded. Where are you actually from, son?”
“I see.”
“Sure.”
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“Wonderfully odd. Something about it is familiar. The
guitar strokes and such feels… odd. But nice. And
combined with the muted percussion, overall it’s really
nice. I might visit the record store after this, if you let me
borrow the device.”
“Hm.”
“Oh right, he’d ask me for the disc. Where is it? And
what’s it powered by?”
“It has no disc. The music itself is stored as data. And it’s
powered by a catridge that stores electricity?”
“And Erudist?”
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“Is Lilith one?”
“No, but I hear she does work for them here and there,
when it’s needed and risky. Although, perhaps, you should
show that device to her. She’d be interested.”
“Fine, 2 gold.”
“Any time. Who’s the new kid, Mori?” Sean, the grocer
asks.
“Hey, I didn’t know you rent out rooms too. Been strapped
for cash? I can lend you some, you know.”
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“Jules.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s alright. Forgive him Sean, he’s still a little lost, and
not used to our customs.” He assures.
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“You wanna go meet her?” Mori suggests.
“I guess.”
First things first, why do I need to see her? One, the train.
There’s still plenty of daytime, and I need someone to
accompany me, in case anything happens like last time.
Second, perhaps she could show me more of the city, and
the world maybe. The odd tree in the distance, abundance
of adventurers, and so on. I want to say the third is… never
mind that.
“May I?”
“Of course.” she pats the empty space. Took longer for me
to sit than others would. Within that moment, it seemed my
earlier thoughts grew more incoherent.
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“Want some? They’re rice balls. With mushrooms and
seaweed.” She passes what seemed like an onigiri.
“Virtue?”
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much longer, alongside Angus. The older gentlemen with
the hammer you saw when you woke up.” She elaborates.
“A wizard?”
“No.”
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“It was a tragedy. Millions of lives were lost, including
theirs.” Her voice raised. “Our capital was destroyed, and
the West End was completely cut off, with a colossal
canyon now in the way. The impact…” She pauses, as her
words grew louder. “How do you not know?!” The
sentence ends with a question so deafening yet with a voice
so quiet.
“I do.”
“A train car?”
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“It’s how I arrived here.”
“I told you—”
“I normally have a fee, but I’ll ignore that for now. Just
please tell me this.”
“Tell you—?”
With that it seems, I’m now left alone. The day is still long,
and I’m left with nothing to do. I was hoping to ask her to
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show me around, and the tree too, but now… it seems I’ve
ruined it.
With my iPod as my only friend, serenading Japanese indie
rock ballads directly to my ears, I spent hours, on the
bench, nothing but incoherence passing through my mind,
only to see evening calling me back… home.
Right, home.
And loneliness.
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I come to a halt on an unfinished building. My iPod turned
off, after a number of tracks that came after Circle Game,
which is a blur to me. Before I knew it turns out my steps
were parallel to the tracks, and it led me to this building.
“Hm?”
“I talked with her earlier today at the park. Has she told
you?”
He shrugs. And tilts his head a little. Besides him are sheets
of blueprints. Judging by the scribbling, the unspoken
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glimpses of what I saw in the notebook, is he the architect
here? I ask him. He asked to clarify what an architect is.
After explaining, he nods.
“Hm?”
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He nods. His eyes look sorrowful. A short pause came
before he hugs me. Unprompted. For a split second, I
hesitated, then I hug him back.
“You do…”
He let go, and walked away. Did he… talk? Even though a
whisper, did he talk? And did I… say that aloud?
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Act One — ???
Chapter 3B
There’s only me. In his apartment room. I can feel his
presence… but where is he?
Where is he?
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Act One — Spring
Chapter 4A
I think I’ll put my iPod away this time, just bringing my
Makarov, tucked in my beige jacket, now cleaned from all
the blood, my swiss army knife, the quality of the blade
good enough to kill, cigarettes and of course, a lighter. Oh
God, I’m down to my last cigarette.
“Hey Mori, I think I’ll leave this behind. You can take a
look, but don’t break it.”
“Thank you.”
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So I sat myself beside her, the same meal essentially, and
eat. Maybe I’m finally waking up, after all this time,
because it’s eye wateringly good. The texture of the broth,
the salt and sweet, how it dances in the tongue, and with
just enough peppers and spice to wake me up, without
burning the tongue.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
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“He said you could use a journal.” She quotes.
“Ah, so the stranger can learn. Let’s go. But first, I need to
make a stop to my blacksmith.” I noticed, her weapon is
nowhere near her person.
“Have fun out there!” Mori shouts, and we both wave back.
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spears, and armor stands wearing from copper to steel that
gleam with good work ethic greet us.
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“Jules.”
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“It’s fine, Miss. You came in early, so there’s no customers
beside you two today. I’m fine with guns, if anything I’d
like to take a look one.” He replies, I sigh a little relief.
“But the customers? Yeah, nope.”
“Yeah. Don’t worry about it, Jules. I’m sure you’re a nice
enough fellow to keep that thing in check, just a little
careless, like she said. So here.”
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“Well you’re not wrong.” I remark back.
“Yes.”
“Huh?”
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ammunition, before inserting the magazine back in, and
racking the slide, chambering the round.
“I see. But still, the only kind of people that wields guns
here are thugs and other unsavory individuals, not to say
some fairer folk don’t wield them, but well...” I can feel
her interrogative glances on the back of my mind.
“Although this… this isn’t anything I’ve ever seen.
Granted, the absence of branding would mean you’re not
affiliated with such kinds of groups, but that still leaves me
with the same question as before.”
I don’t respond.
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Hours later, and a lunch break in the way, now, we’re
standing in front of the train car. The faded iron exterior
contrasts with the viridian landscape and the cityscape we
departed from. The door is open, probably thanks to Mori.
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“How bad?”
“Hm?”
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“And your outfit as well, and how you dress.” she
continues anyway.
“What?”
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“It seemed as if it’s in a state of stasis for a while, beyond
the material plane. Until 1171 years after the first capital
was founded. I don’t know how long that is, from 2020
AD, whatever those two letters stood for.”
“Earth… that word. What the ancient ones used to call their
world. I’m afraid I couldn’t answer any of your questions,
Jules.” She seated herself, beside me.
“A path?”
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Act One — ???
Chapter 4B
“Sorry, someone was at the door. Was asking for
something, It’d be a long story it—hey, are you holding up
alright?”
“No.”
“Sure. Always.”
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those shadows, who would only appear at day, only to be
confronted with our own shadows cast by the fire. For
sustenance, if rats or insects didn’t show, we— they would
consume passerbies. Even each other.”
Pen nodded.
The light. ”
“Imagine you were born within the cave. Along with the
wish to escape, to go beyond it. To go into the light. The
wish grew with every day that had pass, unknowingly. One
day, you wake up outside. Not only being suddenly greeted
by the sun, and the expansive blue sky, and wind, and new
landscape you’re foreign to.
Someone had found you. And asks you where you’re from.
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Their look. Their eyes. The pair… the color shifted. It feels
like I’m gazing… beyond the spectrum. And the beyond,
gazing back at me.
“So you’ve finally waken up. After all these days spent in
your cave.”
“Really?”
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Silence. Again. Another question met with silence.
“I don’t know.”
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Act Two — Spring
Chapter 5A
“Hey. Jules. Are you alright?”
“Huh?”
“What were you smoking? You seemed really out of it, like
you’re trapped in a hallucination.” She asked, concerned,
like the big sister she is, I think.
“With whom?”
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“Are these memories? Flashbacks?”
“I see… perhaps I’ll look into it for you as well. This case
sounds familiar. But it’s out of my area of expertise. I could
tell your aura shifted once you were in that trance. For
now… I suggest we go home. I think I’ll give you time
alone to think on it.” She suggests, patting my back.
“Alright.”
“Sure.”
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“This is our guild’s address,” She explains.
“A bookstore?”
“I see.”
“Yes?”
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“Show yourselves. Before you breathe your last breath.”
She declares, her voice as bold as her stance, pointing the
blade at the door. Jesus…
She runs out of the door, the blade beating her to the
outside, only to find no one.
“Decades?”
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So we do, with Petra’s vigilance guarding us till we reach
Roots, just at the tip of the afternoon. Home. Home. Has it
finally become home for me?
“Alright.”
“I’ll see you soon, I hope?” She said, before parting ways.
The walk there was silent. Why did I leave the iPod behind.
As I approach the store, I see a couple of men walk out,
wearing leather armor, one armed with a longsword on his
back, the other a bowman, one seemingly very happy with
his purchase, a shiny brand new shield, the other
congratulating the man, I think.
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small coffee table. A man. With a bottle of what seems to
be beer, poured into a glass. He poured another for me,
with a smile.
“Yeah?”
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“I see.”
“Caster? As in magic?”
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“Well… a lot happened. For one, I found out that I’m from
thousands of years in the past.”
“Jumped?”
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“Hahah! Ain’t that the truth? If it weren’t for me and dad’s
smithin, Petra would’ve snapped like a twig.” He chuckly
remarks.
“Damn.”
“Ask away.”
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“Well... herb shops usually have them. For medicinal
purposes, but I know in your case it’s for something a little
different.” He throws me a look, which I just—yeah. He
then fills me in on the directions. “Careful though, it’s in a
particularly bad part of town. So I’ll urge you to keep that
sword of yours. Especially after what you mentioned. No
telling what’d happen.”
“Eh, ask that to the capital. There are, but they suck. It’s
every person for themselves around those parts.” He
scoffs.
“I’ll try. See you.” I say, as I grab one and head out.
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anyone that would approach me. The street lanterns dim,
as I reach the street corner where the shop was, my field of
view reduced to a little beyond a couple of footsteps.
Entering the lit shop, an older man behind the counter, also
smoking, the exchange was almost wordless. Not a name
was learned or shared. The cigar, it’s much bitter than I’m
used to. Much stronger. Only with a huff I felt dizzy, as if
my grey matter merged with the smoke.
Right about now, I’d take my iPod out and just… melt into
it. Whatever it is depending on the song. Radiohead comes
to mind, right about now. “How To Disappear
Completely,” or something like that.
“You there?”
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“Clever. Masking your footsteps in the rain.”
“Of course you would. Lilith’s back home after all. Wait
until the weaker one is all alone, then strike. Very clever.”
“Quick hand you got there. And nice gun. What’s your
name?” He asks, the complement lacking weight, almost a
sarcastic remark. Well almost.
“Jules.”
“Tobaccotown?”
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“Yep. Alongside a fellow member, and an associate of ours
you’ve murdered. Never heard of us?” He mouths,
surprisingly calmly.
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Might.
“I’m not, look, I’ll make my case right here. It was self
defense, like what you overheard, I essentially just arrived
here. Woke up to two thugs trying to rob me. And I didn’t
even remember shooting them. Doesn’t that sound a little
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bit unfair to you?” I persuade further, betting on said thief’s
moral compass.
“Small time?”
Silence.
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“No. Perhaps not a lie. I’ve made the calculations.” He
sheaths his weapon. And maybe dispelled whatever he was
planning.
“Fine. I’ll overlook this. You’re lucky those two were only
ground soldiers, and I’m fond of neither of them. Besides,
I’m exhausted.” He concedes.
“Condition?”
“You cheeky—”
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“I’ll be taking this. Let’s call it payment for your freedom.
Next time we see each other, it might not be on such
friendly terms.”
“Wait—”
But alas… he walks out the door. I follow him only to find
only lessening raindrops and dim lanterns.
“I know, but it’s not good for a young man like you to be
out in the rain like this.” He lectures. “Especially with
strangers.”
“So I figured. So, wanna head home and tell me all about
your day?” He asks, as plain as he could.
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“I guess so.”
“I can tell from the look in your eyes. You’re not the same
hopeless person who I picked up from the train anymore.
Who only killed out of an instinct to just survive. Guess
there’s one question left to ask.
“Found what?”
“No. I guess not. Far from it. As a matter of fact, today had
only revealed that I have no clear reason to be here. After
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all… my world had ended. Back there I should’ve let
myself go and disappear. But well… yet here I am.”
TO BE CONTINUED
(This book is only the demo of the real thing,
coming soon to a bookstore near you!”)
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