Memories for a lifetime
---------------------
IC Post
---------------------
The sun had set a long time ago over district seven, yet the stars and moon was nowhere to be seen due to the heavy polluted air. The fabrics around the district was still running, despite the early morning hours and a few synthetic lights were to be spotted here and there under the mist of the smoke that the chimneys spewed out. Further away closer to the district border one could see the workers area shining up, like a line on the horizon, but other than that, and the movement of the smoke, there was little to be seen. The streets were empty and the sky was gray. But then again, what is there to be expected from a common Industry area like this one?
There was however movement in the outskirts of the district, at the border to district eight. A lonely figure walked along the street, fiddling with a device of some sort, breaking the norm of regular sleep patterns. He moved carefully and silently through the streets and alleys while he concentrated on what he was doing. It was clear that he had walked this path many times before as he not once stopped and looked where he was headed. A left turn, through an alley between two living buildings, then right on the other side, making his way towards one of the tallest buildings in the area aside from the chimneys. A old abandoned water tower from the late 2650’s.
The male pulled his jacket closer to him and then placed the device in his pocket and just as he reached the massive tower he stopped, just for a moment, before he went in under the tower and disappeared from the sight of eventual night walkers or guards in the area.
Well inside he started climbing upwards along side of one of the main pillars till he reached a flatter, wider area in the metal structure, composed by wooden planks and the synthetic material called Kubb, which resembled the feel and weight of light plastic, but had the durability of concrete. Here the man sat down and took his long jacket off and picked up the device yet again. With one twist on a button a voice sounded out through the night.
“Breaking news! A new rebellious group, called the Hawks, have been spotted in movement around district 14. Police are on high alert and urge everyone to keep their eyes and ears open for any suspicious movement, and report any sightings to the City Guards. This movement however, should not hinder the 20 year celebration of our beloved presi-” The radio was bluntly shut off.
“Beloved my ass.” Ali growled at the radio as he threw it towards the center of his construction of a birds nest. He sighed in frustration, then lied down on a makeshift bed made of a piece of foam that he found near by the road, and picked up a gold coin. It was the coin of his family, with his family crest engraved in it. He twirled it around his fingers in a playful matter, and drifted off into thought.
“Yo, punk.” Ali quickly turned around, only to face a baseball bat being swung against his face.Quickly he avoided the swing but didn’t forsee the next move. A kick to the ribs from the bat swinger, caused him to loose his breath and he ended up on the ground gasping for air.
“Heh, pathetic. And I heard more about you. You said you were looking for a master? Well you are in the wrong part of the city, pal. The only masters here are the Black Dogs. Are we. And unfortunate for you, you ended up in the wrong territory.” A caucasian huge bodied male s poke, as he placed his bat on his shodldure. Ali gathered himself, yet didn’t show it to his opponent, so when he suddenly stood up and delivered a straight right to the gang leaders face, the blow was unavoidable. With a surprised yelp the attacker fell backwards causing his followers to turn from the calm dog pack, to aggressive.
“Who the hell do you think you are..” one of them yapped.
“Don’t you DARE mess with us!!”Another one growled.
“QUIET” the leader then said. “This one is mine.” Just as he said so, he grabbed his bat harder, and went to attack. A swing towards Ali’s knee, he avoided it. A kick to his chest, he blocked. However he didn’t do it all flawlessly. After a few unfortunate blows to his back and his hip, Ali decided that he had to start to fight back, not just deflect. Just when he was about to get hit by the bat he grabbed it, and jerked it out of the gangmembers hands, then swung it against him. The gang member, yet again surpriced by Ali’s movements, just barely managed to block, when suddenly A city guard passed by.
Ali shook his head at the memories. It was during that unfortune event that he had gotten a hold of his symbol. Through the crossfire between the gang and the City guards He had been forced to take the City guards side, since he had been attacked by the gang. Not only did he need the help, but by doing so he would seem less guilty to any crime suspected towards him. He hated it. In the battle he had killed the leader of the gang, with his own weapon, and left him to die. In the dilusioned state, just before his death, the leader of the Black Dog’s handed him a pocketwatch, and said something to a Marleene, a person that obviously had meant lot to him. In shame and guilt he took the watch and promised to take care of it, then Ali disappeared from the scene with the pocketwatch. About five minutes later the pocket watch imploded into a white glowing marble, only to mere seconds later morph into the golden coin he was now holding in his hand. He became a participant of the –game-. And living by the rules of a street-rat among the concrete jungle he had now adapted to the chance of being targeted. Not only by the government, but also by people just like him. Striving for their goals, his being power and revenge…
