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I wrote this peice of Non-Fiction here - I hope you don't have trouble determining which character is which.
I thought that it was sort of on-topic for this forum, and I just felt like it deserved to be here and not in the flood. Maybe you'll see why...
It was a dark and rainy night, and two men in long shadowed trench coats huddled in a lone and abandoned alley-way.
"He's been gone for 62 days now. They must have gotten to him."
"He's probably somewhere safe. You never know where he his. He's dark and mysterious - they're all dark and mysterious - every last one of 'em." This man’s cloak covered his face.
"Well I don't care. At this rate, people will be searching for him more than they are for Ling Ling's head."
"Don't be ridiculous."
"I'm serious man. Look - if he doesn't come back before the 18th then he's dead, and you know it."
"Yeah, well I'm sure he'll come back. You've seen what people are saying - he's just sleeping."
"You're supposed to hybernate in the winter. Not now. He's up to something."
Words escaped one of the men - "Sishk - stay still..."
Finally the sense passed and they resumed.
"I don't understand what you're so worried about man."
"Alright if you don't want to believe me then fine. I'm going to show you something I haven't shown anyone. You talk about this and your soul will be ripped from your body - if you know what I mean"
“Yeah, yeah what is it?”
“Look – they know where he is alright.”
“Who-“
“Don’t act stupid. You know who.”
“That’s impossible though”
“You’ve seen Zanzibar, the city is under a massive attack”
“Attack?”
“Yes an attack. At least half of the city is on fire. The flames are bright and hot. Why do you think that is? It’s he was one of the dark ones. One less dark one to douse the flames.”
“You’re saying the dark ones wanted him dead?”
“No. But the president did. He was the one who sent them. The dark ones have thrown him out of the city. He’ll never come back.”
“You mean…You mean he’s been perm–“
“Shhh! Not that loud, but yes. Why do you think two of the dark ones got a promotion? It was for the dirty work they did to throw him out.
“I…I can’t believe he’s… he’s actually gone.”
“Well, I never really said that. You see he’s snuck back in, and he wants the power he had before. He wants even more of it actually.”
“What!?” And with that word his hood sunk lower over his face. It had not yet been revealed.
“First he went for the soul, but he couldn’t get it. I don’t know if you know this, someone has to use the soul – give it a body if you will – for the soul to work. You should probably say the soul uses the person though. If it didn’t have a body, it would just roam around for eternity.”
“Who would give the soul the ability–”
“The president that’s who. And tells us he’s devoted to the community. Anyway, he realized that the soul would tell the community leader that he was possessing him.”
“The soul would tell the president?”
“Yes. That’s why he went for something else – Something more powerful. The BanHammer.”
“Wouldn’t the president still be able to figure that out?”
“No, you see the BanHammer was only wielded by the webmaster. But as everyone knows, the webmaster is ‘out of it’ enough for him to get in reach of it. As you can see, the BanHammer has been put to good use lately.”
“I’m not sure…how do you know all of this?”
“It was weeks ago. I found something…I remembered the wording of one card on the bulletin board. As you know, only the dark ones can change the sacred text written on them. When I looked to see who had changed it, it had his name simply put there, and dated ‘7/20’ I’m sure that none of the dark ones saw it. It was buried deep in the depths of pages where no man lurks.”
“But you said that they threw him out – he would have been gone by then.”
“No, I think that he might have gone into hiding for a month. Yes, it is extreme, but he was of course trained to do so. It would not be that difficult for him. When I discovered this, I sent him a message by mail.”
“He didn’t respond to any messages anyone sent out.”
“Except for mine. He explained everything that I just told you, and he told me not to tell anyone, but…I just had to let someone know. I…I think that he’s going to use the BanHammer in ways that no one has thought imaginable. I think he might destroy the city and kill everyone here.”
There was a very long pause between them.
For the last time, he pulled his cloak farther down so that his face remained in shadow. He then said “I guess you know the tru7h then.”
“Well yeah,” with a curious expression he had not showed yet tonight “it’s everything I just told you.”
“Hmm…I’m sorry” His cloak flew down revealing himself to the other man. And in one continuous motion he had dropped his cloak, and was very close to the other; near enough to hear groans before the blood spilled on the ground and made an echo that filled the alleyway. “I told you didn’t I?”
From on the ground, seconds before the end of his life, a purely innocent man watched the cloaked man walk slowly into the darkness. He managed to breath one very weak word in the form of a question; something he hadn’t done all night.
“Sigma?”