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C//:Prelude
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'…four,
five, six…'
A
spark of light, a symbol glowed in turn.
'…seven,
eight, nine…'
A
set of lines connected them to its predecessor.
'…ten…
eleven…'
They
flicker.
'…twelve…'
The
symbols shatter, light and dust fading into the air. Metal meats
stone, an act of anger and frustration.
'Damn
it!'
A blackened figure lifted itself off
the ground. It moved swiftly towards the edge of the room and hits a
switch. The lights on the ceiling flickers to life. A small click
echoed as the room darkened once again. Another click, and the lights
turned back on. Click, and they were off.
On.
Off.
On.
Off.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Ping.
Click.
Click, click.
Click, click, click.
Click?
'Hn…'
Footsteps trailed back to the center
of the room. A small scraping of metal and the steps echoed back
towards the switch. A bump into the wall and a few minutes of
fumbling later, the footsteps trailed through the opening of the
door.
The living room, though it wasn't
exactly suited for living. The room was full of cardboard towers with
small, narrow paths between them. A black lounge graced the centre of
the room, numerous plushies and soft toys sat upon it. It could
easily rival a prize table at the carnival. An oval coffee table
rested in front of it, choked with magazines, incense, bullets and
gun carcases.
The figure strolled over towards the
couch and dropped itself onto the mass of toys. It reached out to
take a sheet of paper sitting underneath an outdated copy of "Pour
Tomber: Pardonnez-Elle".
Miss Tear
3796 LV4 Complex
SW Idemia City
Teikoku Daichi
RE: Envira Illhie Redemption Campaign.
Dear Miss Tear,
This letter is in
response to your request for Class A access to file #259A611B28. We
regret to inform you that your request has been denied due to
insignificant identification and/or clearance.
Any questions, enquiries
or complaints concerning this decision may be filed at the main
office in N Central, Idemia City.
We apologise for any
inconvenience.
Yours truly,
Ardvice Idemia
Vice-President, Akumidi
Incorporated.
Her
attention shifted to a stray photograph lying on the floor. The image
was hazy and dark, the faces of a smiling couple barely visible. Only
their eyes showed clear. A pair of gold and red shone through the
shade. The red embracing the gold, loving, protecting, offering his
life to her.
'I'll never let you
fall, not while I'm here. It took a lot of work to make you mine, so
I'm not letting go of you for the world.'
A
tear blossomed, sparkled gold and withered away.
'What happened…?'
