Post by Dr. Eval on Jun 25, 2017 12:01:06 GMT
| The Cripple |
Baby Steps
Current PL: 3 Modifier: None
Baby Steps
Current PL: 3 Modifier: None
It should've been a castle, it should've been a stormy night, it should've started with mad laughter. But it started with a step, well more a limp than anything. 'Ah my greatest enemy, the stairs'. He couldn't help but wince as he slowly climbed down them each platform a new painful experience in the world of cardio, he didn't stretch this morning. Not like his shrivelled limbs could do more than a jerk in the right direction he wanted anyway, sweat was now streaking his face in thick liquid beads as he slowly descended into the basement. 'I can create life, build machines that ten years ago were all but unimaginable except for in movies, and yet my greatest enemy is a couple cement blocks. I could laugh if it didn't want to make me cry, why not both?'
He all but leant his entire weight up against the door for support, sputtering for breath his lungs labouring under their twisted overlord. 'All this trouble to get to my front door, why do I even bother.' it opened with a click and pressed on as a man about to head into heavy gunfire, except it was just more walking which was worse than gunfire cause at least then you get to lay down after it. The lights came on with an intermittent burst of artificial white light, it flickered illuminating the room and then cloaking it in darkness once again, it did this for five seconds before finally staying on. 'Bulbs broken, seems we share that in common.' The room was a cold surgical place, like an operating theatre just no one had used it in years or bothered to clean it. There was tubes of all sizes ranging from cylinders no bigger than your finger to things far larger than the average man, and they were filled with things best off not described. The great machines hummed low and heavy so it was never quite silent, a thin film of dust lay on everything. 'ah home sweet home, what a hell hole.'
"S-tupid keys." he had gone through all that pain every day for years now and they still hadn't got any easier, this day especially cause he forgot his keys, now came the going back part. One step at a time he told himself, one step at a time.
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The city was big, the city was large, it was everything you could want in a place, tall buildings with great views, restaurants and a community straight out of a furniture catalogue framed all in none threatening multiculturalism, however go a little further and get to the place where the houses don't shine but stink and you're downtown, the ghetto sprawled out like a dead body. The sole splash of colour in the grime came from the lurid graffiti the roads stretched out between the buildings stricken with cracks and the marks of neglect.
The old man walked down the road with a gait to his step, the cane came down right after the leg and he'd pause work up the courage for the next and repeat. "Truly life is the disappointment between failures." his leg was hurting again, 'god would the cramps ever stop?'
The old man walked down the road with a gait to his step, the cane came down right after the leg and he'd pause work up the courage for the next and repeat. "Truly life is the disappointment between failures." his leg was hurting again, 'god would the cramps ever stop?'
