My City, My Master by Traian Badulescu
Page 2 of 7 How much time from now on had she to suffer like that? - "Pariah" and also
on term… That’s bad honey, isn’t it? Be careful, don’t make our City pavement
red…
A bantering voice who belonged to a man... As if she didn’t
have enough problems. So alone and now someone will abuse her.
- Go to hell!… answered her and went on her way, trying to
skip over his presence. But she wasn’t a good actress. The guy was sure that
she almost pissed on her.
- Well you must know the hell is a very intimate place for me.
I bet that without me, you won’t live to see what will happen tomorrow. Even
your bones will be eaten by our All glorious City’s pavement.
The guy insisted on her. She started to run, but after some
seconds of heming and hawing, she stopped.
- You’re a smart chick. With me you will have more chances to
survive here. I guarantee you at least one month. I will give you a written act
if you want.
She never liked mad people. But now he needed someone to be
with her. She hated the loneliness. And he was the one talking to her. This
unknown man frightened her less than a possible death. Any woman would choose a
man to the unknown. Even he could be a very callous pig.
She turned her head. He was really cute. Tall, dark-haired,
with a face which inspired her a lot of strength and confidence. His look was
not the one of a beast. Maybe in other combination of circumstances, he could
be an ideal man for her. But not now, when both of them were "pariah".
- What is your proposal now? Let’s suppose I trust you… asked
Angel, hoping she would hear from him a healing solution. Her greatest wish was
to convince at least her Building to admit her inside. She was born dependent
on the Master Buildings, in fact as all the people from the Master City.
- Me? I don’t have any proposal, babe. Let’s try together to
discover a better place.
- A better place?? Where? Outside of the City?
She heard for a long time such kind of slogans, launched by
some proselytes of the Devil, which militated in favor of the "Escape". But
those crazy and unwanted people disappeared overnight, eaten by the Buildings.
Angel realized that her new friend wouldn’t think at a
dangerous choice like that, even it was a joke. Beyond the City’s walls they
were just never-ending deserts or frightening accidents of the grounds, some
rocks which had thousands and thousand meters high. They seemed with the Master
Buildings – very high and dominant. Some people said those rock peaks were the
Gods of the Evil, but who really knew the truth? No one went out from the City
mastered by the betony Buildings by thousands and thousands years… With all the
bad things, the City was the only place people could live.
- Outside of the City? Said again Angel. We are the City
offsprings… You know that…
- Am I looking like a madman, isn’t it? As I know, beyond the
Walls is the same air, or maybe a better one…
The woman was trilled.
- Do you know you’re really mad? Yes you are! Well…
- David it’s my name.
That’s true, they forgot to introduce one to each other. She
also whispered her name, being not sure that David heard something.
- Let’s go Angel (hmm… the dude had a very good hearing). Next Page Copyright © 1999, 2000, 2001 Traian Badulescu, sffworld.com. All rights reserved. No part of this may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the author. The author has submitted the work in accordance with and in agreement with the following Submission Guidelines.
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