| | Hi, guys. I just wrote the prologue for the second arc of PRC, and I thought I might as well post it. Here you go.
Arc 2 Prologue: The Scent of Reality
It was nice and cloudy. The stupid sun couldn't get into Mark's eyes.
Mark enjoyed days like this, when there was a cool breeze and a good
overcast. Then again, Mark realized, from his position, the sun was
behind him. Oh well, he was not planning on moving for several hours
anyway, so the clouds would come in handy later.
Mark looked at the watch on his left wrist. It read nine-forty eight.
And thirty eight seconds. You can't forget about the leftovers just
because it was convenient. He learned that half a decade ago.
So, that meant he was out for eight hours and...twenty six minutes. A
good sleep, considering he did it on concrete. He took in a deep breath
through his nose and absorbed his surroundings. The pungent mixture was
intoxicating and delicious. No, not delicious. Actually, it was sort of
disgusting if you lived in a sanitized place for a long time. Michael
liked to keep things clean. What's more, Mark helped make the cleaning
solutions. Sometimes, Mark wondered if he should not have made their
home such a clean smelling place.
At the moment, Mark realized that it was for the best. After all,
cleanliness meant safety. Mark was not safe in bad smelling places.
Antonio's apartment smelled like home made alcohol. Mostly because
there was some there. The boss's office smelled like sweat and spit.
Mostly because there was some there. The burning house smelled like
burnt flesh. Mostly because there was some there. And the sidewalk Mark
was sleeping on smelled like beer-ridden vomit.
Mostly because there was some there.
Mark took in another deep breath through his nose. Cigarette smoke,
smog, garbage, the unconscious hobo sitting next to him, and the fish
store across the street all entered him. Mark concluded that this place
was one of the best places on earth, not because it was nice, but
because it pulled no punches.
This was reality.
This was Sanadel City.
This was a place where a girl with deep red hair was staring down on Mark.
This... Oh, crap. |
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