Alive

by the life he had lived. A shameful, poverty stricken life. In the days before his death he was a poor helpless beggar pl

lked till he arrived at a clearing and saw the beast in the light of the moon. It was large, a grotesque monstrosity. Its eyes gleamed dangerously as it seemed to size up grey. The vicious cycle of life coming to play once more. The rich and the poor, the strong and the weak, predator and prey. Sadly, in all categories Hane belonged to the losing side and he was tired of it. He stood still, staring at the beast that would soon en

, shielding his eyes from the sun. “Where am I?” grey asked shaking his head as if trying to remember. “Who are you?” Hane asked obviously confused. “And why are we holding hands?” he added pulling his hand free. The ground they sat on was dusty and dry. The environment was littered with makeshift kiosks displayi

ing over his face. “Stan knew you would come. I am Seth, follow me.” The two men rose like remote controlled, confused robots and followed Seth down the rowdy streets and into claustrophobic alleys. The young bo

t looked abandoned like no one had been in them in a long time. As a matter of fact, the entire street felt haunted. “Pardon what this pla

of the shack was nothing like the outside. It was painted in a variety of bright colours with a huge couch set against the wall and a bright red, furry rug. Seth walked in after the men to an elevated panel with so many buttons and controls. He pressed a button and the floor lurched and began to move downwards, gradually picking up speed. “You should sit.” Seth said already lounging on the c

big room with monitors lining the wall and a large "S" with a sword across it painted on every side of the wall and on the floor Grey and Hane stood in the middle of the cave staring around awkwardly. Seth walked up to a table covered with buttons and He pre

ring angrily at himself._especially in the presence of such esteemed guests" he added smiling momentarily at Hane and Grey apologise boss Seth s