Amber Tinted Reflections ...
Jul. 14th, 2004 03:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deannawolBout time for a non-quizzy entry today, don't ya think?
Inspired by last night's Cyberpunk Session.
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alarielle
Amber Tinted Reflections
The decaying city stood quiet, the usual noises silenced. The still night air made the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. The city was dead. No gun fights echoed through the streets, no explosions wracked the city, no cars, no shouts. The only sound that she heard was the heartbeat pounding in her ears. She, still, had not recovered from the shock of the face in the ASDS field. Those mocking eyes looking at each in turn, sizing them up and seeing their weaknesses in their souls. No one else had seen it. Maybe it was just an illusion. She hoped so. There was an edge of tension around the city, no one felt safe, secure, not even in their own homes.
She took another drink of the bitter whiskey Sansygh had poured out for her. Something was coming, something big and she didn’t know which side to fight on. She didn’t know who was going to win. The cards were stacked against her friends and all bets were down. If they weren’t careful the stake would be their lives. The Vasquez had joined the fight and on the opposite side. Was it repayment for the chance at a normal non-nomadic life or did they truly believe in the cause? They were sending their kids off to bulk up the ranks. Did this mean that if they had to face the Metahumans over the battlefield that they would also be facing a nomad army? She hoped not, not only were they Pix’s family but they were friends.
She drained the glass, rubbing it against her cheek as she tried to work out the mystery but the cloudy mists of alcohol were starting to descend. She was drinking too much and that worried Pix, reminded her of someone else. She told herself that she would stop, cut it out, but she knew that it was a lie. As far as she could tell, it was the only thing keeping her from waking up in the middle of the night. Maybe Reno would call in the morning…
She stumbled down the stairs, collapsing on her bed. Within seconds she was asleep, still dressed. The dreams started again. Zombies, dead elves, everything coalesced into one long nightmare that she couldn’t escape from.
Inspired by last night's Cyberpunk Session.
Pix ©
alarielleAmber Tinted Reflections
The decaying city stood quiet, the usual noises silenced. The still night air made the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. The city was dead. No gun fights echoed through the streets, no explosions wracked the city, no cars, no shouts. The only sound that she heard was the heartbeat pounding in her ears. She, still, had not recovered from the shock of the face in the ASDS field. Those mocking eyes looking at each in turn, sizing them up and seeing their weaknesses in their souls. No one else had seen it. Maybe it was just an illusion. She hoped so. There was an edge of tension around the city, no one felt safe, secure, not even in their own homes.
She took another drink of the bitter whiskey Sansygh had poured out for her. Something was coming, something big and she didn’t know which side to fight on. She didn’t know who was going to win. The cards were stacked against her friends and all bets were down. If they weren’t careful the stake would be their lives. The Vasquez had joined the fight and on the opposite side. Was it repayment for the chance at a normal non-nomadic life or did they truly believe in the cause? They were sending their kids off to bulk up the ranks. Did this mean that if they had to face the Metahumans over the battlefield that they would also be facing a nomad army? She hoped not, not only were they Pix’s family but they were friends.
She drained the glass, rubbing it against her cheek as she tried to work out the mystery but the cloudy mists of alcohol were starting to descend. She was drinking too much and that worried Pix, reminded her of someone else. She told herself that she would stop, cut it out, but she knew that it was a lie. As far as she could tell, it was the only thing keeping her from waking up in the middle of the night. Maybe Reno would call in the morning…
She stumbled down the stairs, collapsing on her bed. Within seconds she was asleep, still dressed. The dreams started again. Zombies, dead elves, everything coalesced into one long nightmare that she couldn’t escape from.
Wow...
Date: 2004-07-14 07:26 am (UTC)There are not words for the brilliance of this.
Re: Wow...
Date: 2004-07-14 07:27 am (UTC)Kinda just happened *grin* putting off Lexfic ...