This story was not meant to be experienced in the physical sense. You will find little gore, little blood but total mind destruction. You will see a man's descent in today's world as his past, revealed, may or may not be the answer.
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Reynolds
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REYNOLDS!
"Wha?"
"You were sleeping again. Now I know you think you are a hotshot after being here two weeks but remember the pecking order. Don't let it happen again! Now, the phone is ringing."
"Oh sorry."
"Hello?"
Peter Reynolds had finished this desk job around ten. He stood up from the desk and walked out of the cubicle, coffee cup and lunchbox in hands. He took each step methodically like he meant to do it, every step planned. He checked out on the timeclock and walked briskly out the door, nodding to the nightwatchman.
Left, right, left. He could here this in his mind as he walked out towards his car. With a halt and jangle, he reached into his pocket and grabbed his keys. The keys made this windchime sound that so desperately hurt his ears. He inserted the key into the lock and turned. Opening the door, he entered the car, inserted the same key into a new lock and turned. The car started and with a low hum of the engine, Peter began to calm. He drove home.
It was nearly half past when he arrived home. He switched off the engine and hurt began to set it. The slam of the car door, the steps against the concrete, the JANGLE of keys, the insertion into another lock, the tumblers slipping and forming, the door swinging open. At last, sanctuary. He began to walk towards the stairs, his feet walking lightly against the carpet. Silence. Beauty. His wife was asleep at this time so he walked up the stairs and turned the corner. Down the hall, he stepped in certain places as to not increase the creaks in the floorboards. Eventually he entered the room of he and his wife. He methodically removed his clothing and stepped into his nightclothes. Climbing into his bed without disturbing his wife, he said his silent prayers and began to drift off to sleep. Silence. Silence.
The baby awoke and began to cry.
It was ten in the morning when Peter awoke again. His daughter, Sophia, had kept him up til three when his wife took over and he returned to the grasp of noctum. Peter strode down the hall, avoiding the creaks in the floorboards and slowing stepping down, down, down. Still in his nightclothes, he suprised his wife, who was tending to Sophia in the sink, with a kiss.
"Hello dear."
"Peter. You're awake. How was work?"
"Fine. fine"
"I know this new job is rough but you'll pull through, my big strong man."
"Thank you, dear. So what's for breakfast?"
"I didn't have time, sorry. Sophia was hungry and then she made a mess..."
"That's alright. I'll just make an omlette or something."
Peter had cereal. They were out of eggs.
After preparing for the day, Peter stepped outside the door, locked for the protection of his wife and child. He walked tap, tap, tap. to the car. The keys in the ignition, he calmed his sense from the jangle he had just experienced. He pulled out of his parking spot and drove into the heart of the city. He passed graffiti, trash, homeless people. The bad side of town. Then without warning he heard it.
"Noiseboy!"
"Noiseboy!"
He was swarmed on the right side of his car. Children clambered from the shelters, looking for Peter. Then the left was attacked by children again. He stepped out of the car and wa greeted with cheers.
"Hey Noiseboy! Teach us somefin'!"
"Do anythin' fun, Noiseboy?"
"Noiseboy!"
The screams. He couldn't take it.
"ENOUGH!"
Peter had silenced the crowd. He now had their attention.
"Now you listen here, all of you. I don't give a damn about your wants. You think your all that, huh? You're not! Have you ever fired a gun, ever robbed a bank, ever beat a man to an inch of death? You, how old are you?"
"Fourteen, sah."
"Fourteen. FOURTEEN. Shouldn't you be in school? SHOULDN'T YOU?"
"Can't 'ford it."
"Not my problem. Get you parents to educate you and LEAVE ME ALONE."
Peter entered his car and began to drive fast, not paying attention to the children who had to avoid his car.
