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first off lemmi say this, im sorry this is so long and of the two (and im thinking one person) that actually reads this anymore(....not much to read anyway...) you dont have to waste your time reading it. BUT GOD AS MY WITNESS ILL BE SAD IF YOU DONT!!! =( anyway i re-included the first part because well, it just felt more cooler that way. ok also my word is gay and when i copy and paste onto LJ it doesnt indent, so im not an idiot i do indent it jsut wont show it =( anyway id feel special if someone comented but meh. i feel cool when it emails me to say someone saw waht u did! im all like yay! i never get emails....tho i never send emails......hmmmm DAMN YOU KARMA!!!! oh well enjoi!
He preferred to be small and out of the way. Behind he curtain, where the actors claimed the light, the same light that wouldn’t shine if someone else tucked away from sight hadn’t pointed the damn thing at them. Light or no light the actors still sucked and if he wasn’t happy where he was he could have easily shown them what a performance he could put on, but just beyond what people saw, that is where he was most comfortable.
Nothing stood out about him. A tattered dark brown leather coat wearing thin at the elbows and around the neck, black jeans, torn the cuffs from being walked on day in and day out long hair covered his eyes when he wanted it to. His eyes a faded, but natural green, teeth not white enough to bring attention to his smile, but smiling in general seemed to bring attention these days. After all there wasn’t much left to smile about. He dressed to look just like everybody else without being anybody else and keeping a delicate balance of trying not to be too much himself.
You couldn’t have guessed that his knee wasn’t worth a damn. Everyday it ached, twice as bad on a cold day. He learned to walk like everyone else. He stared at his feet while walking, keeping his gate balanced and his feet pointing straight, often both his hands unintentionally found there way into his pockets. Music played through his head, no connection to anything around him, the music just was, and if nothing else that gave him a reason to smile.
The town had been dying for a long, long time, the signs were everywhere. Soldiers routinely came through to board the train, always left armed, never came back. He supposed someplace there was a war going on, but no news came through that place, just the soldiers. Time was slow there. The fisherman woke up with the sun and sat at the docks all day long, usually in silence. He couldn’t help but wonder if they knew they would catch no more fish from that shore, but when the time came for an answer as it always did, Sam supposed they did.
Someplace else Sam knew that the world was going much faster. Maybe that’s the place the soldiers returned to, maybe he thought late at night, that’s where brother went to. In his dreams he saw that place, soldiers were dancing about, and there were fish to be caught, lights too, not like the ones that lit the streets in that little fishing town, no, lights like the two above the stove at home, they didn’t work anymore, his mom had told him, but when they did before brother was born they were like one hundred candles that never flickered or went out. That was where time went faster, he was sure of it.
In the morning Sam always took the long way to the station, along the shore line, then he pulled his school ticket from his wallet and got on the train for the academy. On the train at 5:15 A.M., at the academy by 5:35 A.M., and in class by 6:00 A.M.. School was important his mom always said, “You should be so grateful that you’re going, the tests in the spring tell you what your life holds child.” She never went. Same thought the entire train ride, she never went.
How could she have, the town was dying what money did anyone have for something as trivial as school? She was happy wasn’t she? Was… that fucking word! Always a constant haunt! Maybe she was happy at one time, but that was probably when dad and brother were around. Maybe she was still happy when it was just her, brother and himself…maybe. Life couldn’t have been easy for her now. She worked two jobs during the week and three on Saturdays. All for school, she worked her life away to put two children through school….for the tests, he reminded himself, for the tests.
Ten more minutes until the train arrived at the academy, two more months until spring and five more months until he found out what he was going to be good for in this world. Maybe the notice will read the same as brothers did, maybe he will be called to the academy and sent home with something that he couldn’t talk about, then leave and never say why. He hated brother for receiving that notice. Sam couldn’t leave his mother behind, not like she was. Maybe in a few years, forty or so seemed right, when his mother was too sick to be at home any longer, when he could bring her someplace where she could be taken care of then he could leave.
His train of thought stopped along with the train he was on. Well almost. “We can’t be there already…” he said in a hushed voice. He glanced out the window, trees, as far as he could see were trees. A scream echoed from two cars up Sam guessed, a door between cabins slammed shut. “Why panic?” something in his mind told him it just wasn’t going to be worth it to panic right now, “If you die today at least die standing.” He nodded staring with intent at the door of his cabin. “You’re all alone…” Sam glanced over the cabin quickly, right, no one else is in here. He nodded again. Muffled voices, another scream, then the sound he had been expecting all his life somehow.
“Click….boom” he winced, then took a step forward. “Who?” he took another step towards the door. “And why?” Sam dropped his bag to the floor, his pace quickened to the door. “Let’s not be to hasty now, no one else needs to die today…” Unsure whether the voice came from the other cabin or in his mind Sam knew it was sound advice. He braced himself against the door and listened. Nothing. He slid the door open and listened to the next door. It hit him, what kind of an idiot would listen to the doors on this train they are made to be soundproof. He reached to open the door. “Reality check…”
Sam stared at the door. Nothing made sense. The train, it was stopped, but the cabins are sound proof, how could he hear a gun shot or the scream two cabins up? But he was sure he had heard them. Like a head rush his senses overwhelmed him, the pine scent, the sun still casting long shadows, birds songs hammered his ears like a jackhammer on concrete. Then something cracked. The forest, he heard the sound from the forest. Ducking down he lowered himself from the train and glanced around. Two men were sneaking towards the train. Sam could see them from the waist down they were walking in a crouched position to the train, and the taller one in front had a revolver in his hand.
Sure the sun had set, didn’t make any difference to him though. Time was a funny thing these days, same day happened seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year. Reaching into his pocket for a little comfort he pulled an old pack of cigarettes. They had gone stale a long time ago, but that was fine he never actually smoked them, just lit them and held them until they burned too low and then he stamp them underfoot. The ashes he trailed were a reminder, kinda like writing “I’ve been here.” on thousands of little cards and dropping them while walking, he just never saw the trail.
He supposed someone knew where he had been, it was awfully hard to just disappear these days. He glanced back, the trees seemed familiar but he wasn’t sure. Mr. Denton was a scared man, running from something that he couldn’t quite be sure wasn’t a dream. And that’s how he ended up in West Gate Cannes train station, sure that every time he glanced over his shoulder somehow “they” managed to duck into the shadows. Whoever “they” were wasn’t relevant, at 3:14A.M. a tall man in a brown hat a beige coat sat down on the first car of the seventh track train. He waited.
The doors closed and the train pulled off into the approaching dawn. At this time of the nine cars he was one of five passengers, two in car three, one in car two and one in car eleven. Denton carried no luggage, and no wallet with him, a metal clip held all he had to his name in his pocket, in the other were his cigarettes. The train rolled by for sometime and the faster it went the more Denton relaxed. He even took his coat off at one point and lay it across his lap.
The sun was raising, the blackness turned to a deep blue and then just before five the sun set the sky ablaze. He lowered the window the feel the brisk morning air. He must have felt like a child in a candy store. He left the bad dreams at the station, he fooled them, and now he was free. Maybe the thought crossed his mind, but he never stopped smiling like a fool once the sun came up. The coroner said that was particularly bothersome.
He found a five piece on the floor and picked it up then put in on the seat across from him. That’s where he probably realized that the track was a circle and until the train came back to the station there was no way to veer from the path. He pulled a pen from his coat and wrote something on his arm and the pulled his coat back on and cinched it then he reclined his head and kept on smiling like a damn fool.
At 5:15A.M. the train stopped in a small fishing town, the air was heavy with salt, and as they always did the students got on the train in any of the cars six through nine. Denton paid no mind to them. One student however liked to sit in the coach seats, and generally sat in car three or four. The conductor said that perhaps the only thing that ever even stood out to him about the boy is that he preferred to sit alone rather than with other students, after all the 5 o’clock train was for students primarily, not many other people were on the train at that time.
The next stop a well dressed man boarded car three and then two women gossiping amongst themselves followed him on. The last stop was at the Hills. Denton seemed to almost sneer at the passengers that boarded at this point, twelve students and five others that all filed into car two. The train began the trek back to the station. The ride would be short and the scenery would be rather enjoyable. The train had a direct route through the great forests, or as some called them Mainous loosely translated from the forests spirits, “Earth Crown.”
Denton checked his watch, 5:27 A.M. the train came to a stop. Moments later he would be dead, along with fifteen other passengers, nine of them students. Seven would be wounded, Sam would be a hero if one of the men hadn’t pressed a button on a detonator for a bomb that he wore around his leg. Sam would have been taken to the hospital for a third degree burn on his right hand and arm and multiple puncture wounds from the hardware of the bomb and train. But that day was not a would be kind of day.
Most questions, when you really get down to it, don’t have an answer.
He walked about aimlessly for close to an hour before blood loss got the best of him. Near a quiet stream he collapsed with barely strength enough to keep his eyes open. Blood had soaked through his shirt and into his jacket, the left leg of his pants was nearly all a dark red and his right leg was getting there. His arm fell into the stream and the water carried his blood away, turning a pink hue. Sam’s breathing was labored and slow, and as he lay in the grass he realized that he was going to die today.
Several hours passed as Sam lay there bleeding before two of the students from the train found him. Kirry and Sara knelt beside him, Sara checked for a pulse and at first there was none but she screamed for help anyway what else could she do? Kirry was in tears sitting against a large tree, she saw him first. His hair was long tangled and a dirty blonde, he looked as if he hadn’t shaven in at least a week.
He had a cigarette in his mouth and wore a tattered bag around his shoulder. His walk was confident yet natural and soft as if he had a reverence for the ground that he stepped upon. On his right hand he wore a glove that had all the fingers cut off at the knuckles. His boots were old and weathered, his blue jeans were faded, with grass and dirt stains on the knees. He wore a thick black shirt with the left sleeve rolled up and a brown leather vest over that. He pulled a little flat metal box from his vest and made a line of tobacco on a thin piece of paper then rolled it, this cigarette he offered to the girls.
Kirry was struck by the sight of him and turned away, Sara saw the offer and hastily refused it. “He doesn’t have a PULSE! HELP HIM!” The man laughed then pointed to Sam, “He doesn’t have a pulse? You seem somehow surprised.” He walked over to Sam and bent on one knee beside him. He took the new cigarette and put it in Sam’s lips, “Hold this.” He muttered as he went through his bag. The two girls stared with fascination. He pulled a bag of what looked like spices out of his bag and looked around himself, into the forest beyond.
“The forest spirits are claming the dead” He lowered his head and sprinkled the herbs about Sam’s body.
“Forest spirits!?” Kirry was shocked at what she was hearing.
“THE DEAD ARE OUR FRIENDS! DON’T SAY THAT SO MATTER OF FACTLY!” Sara sprang to her feet.
“The dead are no ones friend, they remember little of life but the injustice and for that they harbor long memories. What happened here cursed the land, the forest spirits are merely putting the dead where they belong.”
A shriek came from the direction of the train and both girls ran toward it. The man drew a knife and sliced his finger tip with it, an amber liquid rushed to the wound and he dripped it onto Sam’s chest. “Breathe child.” The man whispered, and all at once something began to stir in Sam. Air filled his lungs and blood coursed through his veins. He opened his eyes and stared into the sun.
Sam stood up and looked himself over, the pain was gone, and his blood stained clothes were the only scarres of what ha happened to him. His hands were clutching his shirt when he noticed the man kneeling in front of him.
“H-hi?” Sam stuttered.
“Wha- what happened to me?”
“You died.” He picked up the cigarette and lit it.
“Well kind of, yes.”
“How did I kind of die?” The man lunged forward and placed one hand over Sam’s eyes and the other on the back of Sam’s neck then he whispered into his ear.
“You got on the wrong train, don’t go to the academy tomorrow, find Benjamin.” And just like that Sam fell asleep again.
The sunset was something to behold that night. The shadows all stirred and whispered of something evil, and a tall man in tattered clothes walked silently through the forest. He let out a call, a sharp whistle and then continued walking. A wolf walked from the thick of the forest and came to his heel. “Eldrad my old friend…” A smile crossed his lips as he knelt to pet the wolf. “Tonight I ask of you a final favor.” The wolf gazed at him with old eyes, full of wisdom and grief, the two were so woven together that in his grey hazy eyes one could not separate them. “A sacrifice.” The wolf never turned his gaze from the tall man. Later he would start a small fire and the two would sit in a brilliant serenade of the forest, then in serene silence, in the morning Eldrad would leave.
Sam walked home slowly, in no hurry to face the questions about what happened on the train. What would he tell them? That until he was too scared to fight? Was that even the truth? Sure he hesitated but that didn’t mean he was scared. Was he waiting for an opportunity? The line between the imagined horrors and the real nightmares was blurred at best, what the truth was Sam no longer knew. He walked with his limp, if he walked into town with no bruises or cuts, no notable injury what would they think? Best to play it safe and get the pity that he could. He even began to make up stories about how he was the one that was the most able to run back, and the rest sent him to get help.
Almost an hour had passed and he wasn’t even sure that he would be the first back, help must have come by now. After a brief rest he got back to his feet and started walking again, he could see where the town was, and if he took his time it was a ten minute walk. He decided it was enough time to recite his story in his head, of course it all went to hell if another had gotten their first, but it was the best he had. Sam went over it in his head.
“I got on the train at the usual time, 5:15 and as usual we did our rounds, six student on one stop, the hills, whatever, we did all the stops then we went around the bend as we always did, through the forest. The forest was a brilliant green, contrasted the bright blue of the sky, I was just staring out my window, then I saw it, two guys in the forest… no no no!.... uh the train slowed down and stopped, a lot of creaking and squealing of the brakes on the rail. I got out to run to the front and I saw two men approach the train. One was wearing uh, a… well they were well dressed men but one had a silver pistol probably a .44 and I saw it so I ran to warn everybody, but the doors were locked and I got trapped outside so I yelled to the two-” Then Sam stopped, shook his head and said aloud, “Liars always add too much detail, you’re a bad liar Sam, thank god you’re good at catching them though.” He smiled and stared at the town, at home. Then decided to take it once more from the top.
“I got on the …” he stopped abruptly and laughed, “the wrong train, I guess the five o’clock was running late. Didn’t realized it until a later stop and I didn’t have money for another train, I had to walk home.” Simple answer, no detail, the tall mans answer. Sam put his hands into his pockets; he was beginning to think that going to the Academy tomorrow was a bad idea.
CORGRATS!!!! you finished! unless you didnt! and you cheated and skipped to the end! then, you didnt finish you unscrupulous person you! and that is a word! but its probly spelled wrong! anyway im dumb ass hell! and its early morning so yay for that! i should sleep. some ppl say peace when they leave....well peace means more ppl and really most of the ppl hoping for peace need to be eliminated so i say we need an optional war for a cause like oh idk world peace, thatll weed out the dumb ones. -see ya later space coyboy