Type Sci-Fi - Angst
“I pray to thee lord of the
plague or healing. That thou may spare us of thine eternal torment. I
have sinned, my lord. I have done much wrong and harm to this world,
and yet I ask thee to forgive and spare her of thy wrath. And if thou
must then I beg of thee as thy lowly servant that I am, that thou take
me and not my sister, for her innocence is my beacon. Preventing me
from straying from thou path; She deserves not to suffer more then she
already does”
Marec`s eyelids quivered and slowly pulled away revealing
two blue eyes. The blue looked not like the sea or the endless ocean
but more like tears. His hands lay folded, finger to finger. His chest
heaved as he took slow, deep breaths. “I pray to thee” Marec sighed
with a taint of sorrow in his deep voice. His eyes started rolling
around in their chambers; examining the small room he was in. Shallow
walls dyed in a disease-like copper, in each corner stood thick columns
preventing the roof from causing unnecessary death, then again death
never is.
In front of him shaped a small altar, made of raw brick in
the same copper taint, the altar held a small black candle with green
markings. Engraven on the altar were a series of small runes, strange
carvings that spoke of the nameless god, the lord of the plague.
Marec placed his palms on the ground and lowered his head in
silent respect to his deity. His muscles stretched as he raised himself
to his feet. He was wearing his usual outfit: fancy black trousers with
gentleman boots, a red sleeveless vest and a long black coat reaching
his knees. His long thick dreadlocks reached the middle of his back,
all tied up with a blood red ribbon.
He gave the altar one last glance and then slowly turned his
back towards it and moved towards the exit of the chamber. A small
doorway led into a dark corridor with seemingly no end. But Marec saw
more, placing his hand on the wall and pushing it aside, making way for
a sudden bright light.
The young man was standing in a fancy looking study, behind him a bookcase moved to its former place, sealing off the corridor.
He ran a hand behind his ear, setting a small pluck of hair
back at its place. He walked towards a window and stared outside, his
eyes incapable of hiding the sadness that he carried with him. He
placed a hand on the window and looked outside. The grotesque city of
Chaled gave him little comfort. His head lowered and look no more at
the streets, his eyes hid behind their lids wanting to hide the gentle
tears flowing down his cheeks, dropping to the floor one by one,
soaking the carpet with grief.
Lights swirled in fascinating
chaos. A heavy beat echoed trough the massive building and hundreds of
sweating bodies moved in a hypnotic haze to the music. Jano`s eyes
scouted his surroundings, he had entered the “House of Pain” a secret
meeting place for all kinds sinister type’s. The chamber was made of
bones, skulls and solid brick. The seclusion that the place offered
must have been a false image of comfort for the people that came to
this godforsaken place. Thankfully he only had to come here once and
once only.
A Luscious woman walked up to him and embraced him like a
lover “Well hello there handsome, you don’t really belong here don’t
you. Want me to show you around”. She was right he didn’t really fit it
with the rest of the crowd; he had neat white trousers and a white
shirt, a long white coat barely touching the floor and small, round
sunglasses hid his eyes from the humanoid mass. Unlike the rest of his
clothing; his hair was pitch black, long and tied up in a neat
ponytail. Without even giving the woman a glance he bluntly and with
flair of boredom he asked “Where is Samuel” “Dax? He’s over at the bar”
she said a bit amused “why would…” before finishing her words Jano had
placed his palm on her shoulder and pushed her back into the crowd. He
continued his path trough the sweating flesh to reach the bar.
People lay their hand on him and touched him everywhere,
people bumped into him by accident as much as on purpose. Higher up the
wall was a catwalk and a balcony. There stood a curious looking man
holding one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen in his life.
Behind them stood a black man with his hand folded, Jano guessed that
they had to be the owners, or at least very important as they had their
own special bodyguard. Jano spotted the square bar, there where 4
tenders behind the bar trying to keep up with the masses of people
ordering things. Jano spotted Samuel Dax sitting somewhere at a table
edge. The man in white continued his pace towards the man.
“Sam long times no see” Jano emerged from the crowd behind
Samuel. He placed his mouth very close to Samuels’s ear. The poor man
let his glass slip out of his hand but he instinctively catches it
without letting to much liquid drip out “Jano! You mother fucking son
of a bitch! Didn’t I tell you not to do that? Goddamn wanker”. Samuel
is a tall man, always wearing leather trousers and a tight black shirt.
He had short brown spiky hair and a small moustache and beard. His
right ear was plated with metal, with two holes that remind plug-ins.
Jano chuckled and sat down next to the man “You know why I’m here” “You
won’t find him here” Samuel answered, he was clearly annoyed by Jano`s
sudden appearance. “I’m sure you know where I can find him” Jano
continued calmly “No” “My sources tell me that you got daily contact
with him” Sam was starting to lose his temper “And my sources tell me
that you should fuck up asshole, I got a daughter to look after, and I
don’t want her to wind up dead” “She’ll die anyway, because she is
week. And so will you, you know how that goes Sammy” Samuel slammed his
fist on the bar table and stood up “Listen to me you fucking asshole,
one word about my daughter and I’ll beat that fucking face of yours
down to the ground asshole.” Sam`s voice trembled with rage as he spoke
the words into the always calm face of Jano. The investigator’s hand
moved to his sunglasses and took them off “What the fuck….” Samuel
stumbled and stepped back “…are you” Two Silver eyes stared at him,
they seemed to penetrate him, looking straight trough him like a glass
window “All that matters is that you tell me where he is” “Listen you
fucking….thing, I’m not saying a word and I’m getting the fuck out of
here, right now” Samuel gave Jano one more glance and disappeared in
the crowd “Idiot” Jano stood up and followed Samuel’s sluggish trail of
stumbled people.
Samuel gave one of the security guards a nod and pointed
towards Jano, who was a beacon among the dark clothed mass. The guard
nodded back and cracked his fist, he waved to his buddies and four of
them went towards Samuel`s follower. Samuel smiled nervously; he knew
he had just signed four death warranties but what else could he do? He
looked back once more just to see Jano being surrounded, Samuel ran out
of the building into the dark streets.
Jano walked up a small staircase leading to an emergency
exit when four men appeared around him “You’re not going anywhere punk”
Said one of the brutes with a dirty laugh on his fat face. Jano put on
his sunglasses and chuckled to himself “Sam my boy, you just dug four
graves” in a fluid cut one of the brutes dropped to the ground and
rolled down the staircase, leaving his head and a dripping pile of
blood on the floor. Jano was holding a blade behind his arm; it was
similar to a katana except it was longer and had strange carvings on
the blade. Jano bent his knees and tauntingly looked at the man in
front of him “You where saying?” Screams quickly echoed quickly
followed by panic. The area was overrun by chaos, fleeing people
running away from the fight. Jano swiped the blade over had slashed
into the side of a man in front of him, the remaining two drew
stunblade`s (knives made out electricity) and slashed at Jano`s neck
and arm. The blade sliced deeper and emerged at the other side, in a
graceful spin he slashed away the blade aimed at his hand and by
ducking while turning around he avoided the other blade giving him an
opening. The blade went right trough the man’s stomach and stuck out of
the guards back, a slicing sound filled the ears of the bystanders as
Jano took the blade out and watched the man hit the floor “one more”.
The man started running and dropped his stunblade and drew his gun and
aimed it at Jano`s head who was right behind him blade behind his arm.
Three shots fired from the holster towards the charging man, one bullet
was cleaved aside by the sword, the parry was followed up by a lithe
sidestep and roll over the ground and a slice up. Two bullets hit the
wall leaving behind deep holes, as a reminder of the terrible power of
firearms. The guard swallowed, he felt the blade slice between his legs
up to his face. Jano smiled and swung the blade overhead and cut the
man’s head off. He looked up at the balcony and bowed to the lord and
lady, he then turned his back on them and run outside into the dark
alley “Sam you sneaky dog”
There was no trace of the man.