A Street

[Vlad]

This is another jab at the world of storytelling, all feedback is appreciated (preferably in an OOC thread).

 

 

~~~Prologue~~~

 

Off in the midst, where the young die soon and the old don’t live past tomorrow, where gangs, violence, drugs and other forms of chaos reign across the mob, there is a haven; a land which gives the oppressed a place to hide. Where the abused victims will tell their tales.

 

Many of these places exist around the world, dotting every city on every continent, a red pin on the mafia don’s map, a green one on the police precinct’s charts, and a big “X” in the minds of many. These places shift and change as the wind blows, always seeking to keep the secrets they hold, turning away no-one, but managing to keep spies blind.

 

A small mystery tucked away within a big one, making everyone wonder how civilization works, and why.

Edited May 3, 2003 by Vlad

[Vlad]

A Street Called Deceit

 

Words hang heavily in the air, analyzed, scrutinized. No one is safe, no one trusts another. Lies cover the ground like rats rising up from their sewer homes, spreading disease and anguish. Piling on top of one another, creating an avalanche of horrors no man deserves, but still wishes on his enemy.

 

All it takes is a glance to set off a spark, which creates a firestorm lasting a century. The walls have ears, or so they say – but ‘they’ are the ones who watch your every move, making sure no one can rise above the rest. Rebellion from this world is impossible, but neither is staying there. Eternal damnation lies at the foot of every grave, rap sheets as thick as phonebooks.

 

A hooded trench coat, a nobody the world over, but a somebody in the slums steps from the shadows, pulling others closer. Psst… Hey you, yea, you… ever had it? It’s a good thing, you’ll like it… I promise… C’mon, follow me…

 

What ‘it’ is is anybody’s guess. False truths behind every corner, code words somebody long dead thought up, the lingo of the lowlifes, anything for a cheap thrill.

 

A few of the braver onlookers might be curious enough to investigate, but they only walk to their deaths. If not tomorrow, then the next day. A plague cannot be stopped by isolating yourself, then you’ve helped accomplish its goal. Even worse is succumbing to the sickness, but every coin has two sides.

 

During the day you might believe all the rumors and gossip. A grand place to live, safest place on earth. Cops patrolling every street corner, crime at an all time low, in the Big Apple, Gotham, or Liberty City. The sun shines and spreads hope, but at night it falls down to the lowest of lows, trapped inside the mayor’s personal Pandora’s box. The demons and curses come up, infesting that other city, Noir York City.

[Vlad]

Many men have died to preserve their so called 'ideal', but none have truly perished. After the peril faced between gunshots, each breath through a cloud of smoke, nothing matters. Corruption takes root in the Garden of Eden, leaking venom into the forbidden fruit.

 

Sweetness is it's own curse, eating every living thing's essence from the inside out. Muffled screams of untruth, gasping for an escape. Not knowing who or what you are is the worst torture inflicted, being lost in a place where ignorance is punished by death, where the blind are led to spiked pits.

 

Flashes of gunpowder tremble in the hands of the dark brethren. Those forever doomed to be the custodians of broken dreams. To minds clouded with drugs, their narcotics always have the final word on who lives and who does not. Propaganda burns away at the last traces of sanity of these immoral beings.

 

Loyalty becomes a word of the past, its meaning long forgotten. The dollar bill rules all, switching allegiances faster than cops can keep up with their double agents, living through hell and back again.