Mark, post the whole piece here - your writing is quite mysterious, I like it!:wink:
Ok, maybe I'll regret this... again
This is the prologue from the third novel of the set I'm working on. The novel is called "Dancing City: Balancer".
I'm the novelist myself. So, here it is...
"The Burning Symbol"
How the hell I got here? Holy Dance, I don’t even remember much. And it’s not only because I’m trying to forget. But what had happened back then, why I’m sitting here – behind the bar, filled up with booze? Some guys tried to pick me up, but got a straight strict “no” from me – despite being drunk like hell, I wasn’t some kind of a slut – and never wanted to be. The smells of fry food, alcohol and men sweat were pricking my noise, making me sick, but I didn’t care – I wanted to drink myself to death. I felt like I don’t deserve to live anymore.
And yet – someone’s presence was disturbing me since I got here. I looked on the left – a young girl, nearly in her twenties, dressed like a hip-hop dancer, carrying a small backpack, and with red hair and iced-green eyes was eating her classical cheeseburger.
- Hard to find a good cheeseburger here. Not like in the City, - she said, looking at me.
I answered nothing, looked straight in front of me and made a big sip of the crystal clear poison. When my glass got empty, I slammed it on the table, screaming: - Another round, man!
A young bartender, carrying a bottle, approached me, opened the wooden lid and obeyed my request, but not good enough – the glass was half-filled up.
- A full one, damn it! – I screamed out loud at him.
- You’ve had enough for a lady, - he answered, staying calm.
Instead calming down, I took the bottle from him.
- Listen to me, pal – you’re here to serve drinks and flirt with the girls, so shut your freaking mouth! – I got very angry, so I helped myself.
But the bartender got his own guts – and in a second I got a fresh stream of alcohol into my face.
- Maybe you will get the hell out of my bar!!! – He screamed back at me.
- I have nowhere to go, pal; - I answered, took the bottle with me, and stood up, ready to leave.
But again I got stopped – it was some bully looking guy, dressed in the sport suit.
- Hey, leave on your will, girl! – He said.
I didn’t react, so he tried to get bully on me again.
- I said that you need to leave!
For sure he shouldn’t mess with me – suddenly, finding some inner strength, I pushed him in the chest, turned him around and keeping his hands tied, slammed him on the table and got a bottle ready to break on his head. But when I was about to perform a hit – someone stopped me for the third time. I looked above and a little bit on the right – it was that hip-hop girl. This time she was looking on me with a sight of vigor and judgment.
- Never thought that I’ll find Erica Estacado wasting her energy in the dumb hole like this! – She said. Her voice sounded clear and a bit rough.
I relived myself from her grip and trying not to fall on the floor, went to the nearest chair and fell down on it.
- Who, in the name of Dance, are you?! – I screamed roughly at her.
Looks like, my words haven’t offended the girl, so she just sat next to me.
- Caisy, - she said, - Caisy Corn.
- Never heard about you.
Again – the girl doesn’t sound offended. Instead that she took her communicator and started to press the buttons like in a random combination.
- Ok. Then how about this – do you know about this? – She said and turned the communicator screen face to face to me.
I could see a picture of a strange battle scene, which was taking place somewhere in the distance.
- What the hell is that? – I mumbled.
- You don’t remember anything; do you – the Dark Era?
- The Dark…
I mumbled again, and something had started to happen – scenes and pictures like from someone’s past came up – battles, people panicking and a group of people trying to hold the shelter in the city. I tried to send all of this away – it wasn’t me. Not me.
But the girl was about to torture me again.
- You can’t runway from your own self, Moon. No matter where you hide or what you do!
- Who are you? Why you’re doing this?!
I understood that I’m losing control again.
- All right. You don’t remember me, but how about them? – She asked after another communicator combination.
For this time I could see the list – the list of people, whom I needed to remember. Really I need to remember? I tried to hide my glance away, but the strange girl was stubborn.
- Look! – Her voice rose up.
I didn’t obey – and for this time she was like attacking me directly.
- I said – LOOK!!! Those were your fighters! Fighters, whom you led for that mission! You owe to them to remember, Moon! If you give up now – then it means that we fought for nothing!
I really snapped out this time and, suddenly, I pushed her away from me, but she kept her balance and stepped a bit aside.
- Damn it! – She said, - Almost a year we’ve been searching for you – and that’s all what we’ve found?!
I said nothing, but something caught my attention – it was a colored patch, that has been sewed to her jacket’s sleeve – a black moth, glowing on the moon’s image.
- Moon Squad, - my voice fell to whisper.
Hearing my words, Caisy leaned forward.
- Yes – the Squad that you created. Others are waiting.
Caisy nodded and looked aside – and several people approached her – same symbols, faces, that started to look well known for me.
- We’re taking you back on the lead, Moon. If you want us to do it or not, - again Caisy sounded strict and confident.
And surrounded by these people, looking in their faces I started to feel something, that I haven’t felt in almost a year – my past found me again. And I cannot run from it this time.