Gambler
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"Run, run away from fright.
Run, run into the night.
Oh dear, oh dear,
Why won't you smell fear?
See, oh see all after me.
See, oh see the man in the trees.
Above the alleys all is churning.
Winds are blowing
And buildings burning.
Time is flowing
And darkness showing,
Soft strands of light,
Within the dimly lit night.
Moonlit skies
Show all of the pain
To one such as I,
Who is insane.
Oh no, oh no,
It shall not be me.
It shall be thee,
Who falls down and dies."
Words drifted musically across the night which was hampered with the odor and sounds of taverns and men. The voice came from every direction without a single source to pinpoint it. As the words and voice drifted into the quant town, all noise stopped, baring way to a silence of three parts. Had there been men they would have gossiped and spoken of the tidings of war. But there were no men nearby and all were in their beds. This was the first silence. One that was easily conquered by a hint of whisper.
And still the veil of deafening silence stood strong like a palpable shield overhead that weighed down against even the strongest of shoulders, slumping them downwards. The second silence was more opaque. It was caused by a lack of motion. A lack of morale. This silence was one that held tidings of ill fortune and depression. The night air was staled and salted with it. And still there was one more silence. In a certain alleyway to the side of a darkening tavern there was an aura of pure death. An aura that prevented speech as if a presence there prevented every noise. One even caught his or her own breath as he or she passed by that alley. It wasn't anything that they could easily place. No, it was something far more insidious.
"Oh darkness and light you brighten the night. And scents of fright come slowly within sight. Cold, so cold am I. Frozen in terror are you. What is it we are to do? A noise I hear? Tinted ever so slightly with fear? Where, prey tell, is it coming on by? Ah, the irony! Come now, be not afraid. I am not folly, but a sprite in masquerade! Come, come, see not with your mind! Look not with eyes but hear through your touch. Am I truly, asking too much?" The pale words laughed mockingly across the silence, breaking it in all three parts. As if those words sparked some great chain reaction, an explosion sounded, renting the air with slight shock waves. People screamed in terror and pain as the blast blinded, deafened or killed them outright.
A rumbling roll shook the ground as a building began to fall. Three more detonations sounded, sending stronger shock waves into the air. Men and women fell to the ground and were trampled by their friends and neighbors in panic as they ran in a horrified mob. Sitting alone in the alley filled with silence sat a figure cloaked in shadows. Slowly the figure moved into the light. He was standing at a juncture of three rooftops where none would see him except those looking directly at him. The man stood at five foot nine inches with his back straight. The breeze of dust and debris washed over him, his loose white straightjacket clinging tightly to his skin. Maniacal laughter rang out in a high pitch as he bowed low. His mawkish hat in a pale shade the same as his pasty skin jingled slightly with his mirth and bow.
"Thank you! Thank you! All of you watching! Thank you! Thank you! All of you dying! Thank you! Thank you! All of you lying! Silence is mine; remember this now as you cross the threshold of death. Coming here swiftly in the..." His words faded out as the building collapsed completely, killing many more people or perhaps merely injuring them. If one looked closely, or had a mind to, they would notice the man's pale eyes held no mirth. Just cold, unfeeling resignation. It was as if he was doing nothing more than watching a holovid or merely giving an order for his dinner.
Abruptly he stopped speaking as four men brushed into the alley. They wore the vests and chains of common thugs though a badge was worn proudly on the right shoulder of these black leather vests. The leader of these men had a shaven head and a bushy goatee. His tanned complexion and hard grey eyes scanned the rooftops, looking for the source of the explosion. Almost immediately he saw the pale man in the mawkish hat, a detonator in hands with a mirthless grin on his dried blood lips. The leader wore a uniform much like that of a soldier and the way he held himself confirmed this. Without speaking the thugs behind him filed in, clubs, crude swords and guns in hand while he held up a hand to stop them from going any further.
"Why have you tainted the air of Centax? We have just built the colonies here, yet you are intent to destroy them all. Why?" The policeman asked, his eyes searching the pale man's twisted pasty white face as if looking for some answer in his features. The pasty faced man with the mawkish mat merely smiled his twisted smile and looked passed the men at the shape of another person. This one was a woman in robes. He cocked his head slightly to the side and refused to speak.
"So has the one I summoned has come. Is this she who's cloak willows in the wind? Wrapping and snaking like a serpent's din? Run, oh run quickly to me. Run, oh run with speed to see, all of these men, accosting me. Jedi you be? Then come and save me. Live in the light and save me from my plight!" The pasty man's words gleefully rang towards the newcomer. His pale silver eyes glistened with a note of understanding and even acceptance as he gazed over to her.
Run, run into the night.
Oh dear, oh dear,
Why won't you smell fear?
See, oh see all after me.
See, oh see the man in the trees.
Above the alleys all is churning.
Winds are blowing
And buildings burning.
Time is flowing
And darkness showing,
Soft strands of light,
Within the dimly lit night.
Moonlit skies
Show all of the pain
To one such as I,
Who is insane.
Oh no, oh no,
It shall not be me.
It shall be thee,
Who falls down and dies."
Words drifted musically across the night which was hampered with the odor and sounds of taverns and men. The voice came from every direction without a single source to pinpoint it. As the words and voice drifted into the quant town, all noise stopped, baring way to a silence of three parts. Had there been men they would have gossiped and spoken of the tidings of war. But there were no men nearby and all were in their beds. This was the first silence. One that was easily conquered by a hint of whisper.
And still the veil of deafening silence stood strong like a palpable shield overhead that weighed down against even the strongest of shoulders, slumping them downwards. The second silence was more opaque. It was caused by a lack of motion. A lack of morale. This silence was one that held tidings of ill fortune and depression. The night air was staled and salted with it. And still there was one more silence. In a certain alleyway to the side of a darkening tavern there was an aura of pure death. An aura that prevented speech as if a presence there prevented every noise. One even caught his or her own breath as he or she passed by that alley. It wasn't anything that they could easily place. No, it was something far more insidious.
"Oh darkness and light you brighten the night. And scents of fright come slowly within sight. Cold, so cold am I. Frozen in terror are you. What is it we are to do? A noise I hear? Tinted ever so slightly with fear? Where, prey tell, is it coming on by? Ah, the irony! Come now, be not afraid. I am not folly, but a sprite in masquerade! Come, come, see not with your mind! Look not with eyes but hear through your touch. Am I truly, asking too much?" The pale words laughed mockingly across the silence, breaking it in all three parts. As if those words sparked some great chain reaction, an explosion sounded, renting the air with slight shock waves. People screamed in terror and pain as the blast blinded, deafened or killed them outright.
A rumbling roll shook the ground as a building began to fall. Three more detonations sounded, sending stronger shock waves into the air. Men and women fell to the ground and were trampled by their friends and neighbors in panic as they ran in a horrified mob. Sitting alone in the alley filled with silence sat a figure cloaked in shadows. Slowly the figure moved into the light. He was standing at a juncture of three rooftops where none would see him except those looking directly at him. The man stood at five foot nine inches with his back straight. The breeze of dust and debris washed over him, his loose white straightjacket clinging tightly to his skin. Maniacal laughter rang out in a high pitch as he bowed low. His mawkish hat in a pale shade the same as his pasty skin jingled slightly with his mirth and bow.
"Thank you! Thank you! All of you watching! Thank you! Thank you! All of you dying! Thank you! Thank you! All of you lying! Silence is mine; remember this now as you cross the threshold of death. Coming here swiftly in the..." His words faded out as the building collapsed completely, killing many more people or perhaps merely injuring them. If one looked closely, or had a mind to, they would notice the man's pale eyes held no mirth. Just cold, unfeeling resignation. It was as if he was doing nothing more than watching a holovid or merely giving an order for his dinner.
Abruptly he stopped speaking as four men brushed into the alley. They wore the vests and chains of common thugs though a badge was worn proudly on the right shoulder of these black leather vests. The leader of these men had a shaven head and a bushy goatee. His tanned complexion and hard grey eyes scanned the rooftops, looking for the source of the explosion. Almost immediately he saw the pale man in the mawkish hat, a detonator in hands with a mirthless grin on his dried blood lips. The leader wore a uniform much like that of a soldier and the way he held himself confirmed this. Without speaking the thugs behind him filed in, clubs, crude swords and guns in hand while he held up a hand to stop them from going any further.
"Why have you tainted the air of Centax? We have just built the colonies here, yet you are intent to destroy them all. Why?" The policeman asked, his eyes searching the pale man's twisted pasty white face as if looking for some answer in his features. The pasty faced man with the mawkish mat merely smiled his twisted smile and looked passed the men at the shape of another person. This one was a woman in robes. He cocked his head slightly to the side and refused to speak.
"So has the one I summoned has come. Is this she who's cloak willows in the wind? Wrapping and snaking like a serpent's din? Run, oh run quickly to me. Run, oh run with speed to see, all of these men, accosting me. Jedi you be? Then come and save me. Live in the light and save me from my plight!" The pasty man's words gleefully rang towards the newcomer. His pale silver eyes glistened with a note of understanding and even acceptance as he gazed over to her.