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16
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9
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Morning's first light
Chapter Seven
Daybreak was on Tokyo, as the morning sun was chasing away the darkness. Many of the night people were scurrying like roaches to their lairs. The sun was not there friend, only an enemy that they had to scampered away from until the cover of darkness would come once more at nightfall.
A mangy, wiry coated dog makes his way down a narrow alley, stopping many times to check piles of trash for a tasty morsels to scarf down for a meal. He watched the human vermin scurrying past him, getting out of the way of some of the more obvious meaner of the humans as quick as he could. He knew from past experiences to make himself very scarce in a timely fashion.
The little black and chocolate brown mongrel suddenly came upon a man, laying in a pile of trash. It was unmoving, but by the smell, it was still very much alive. He barked a warning to the human, trying to be brave. The figure did not move. The little dog barked again, then leapt back, the figure had started to move.
To be on the safe side, the little animal raced off, as the human was getting up way too fast for his liking. Like a flash, the little dog was gone, happy to be able to scrounge for more food in a less crowded area. He would leave that alley alone for the time being, just in case.
The figure was of a man, large of size and dressed all in black. His long mane of dark hair was caked with dried blackened blood from many lacerations to his face and neck. He was on his knees barely, coughing hard and bringing up clotted blood from his belly with each hack that the man took.
The man tried to stand, but fell back against the building behind him. He stopped to take deep breaths in to his lungs, seemingly relishing the morning air like a wine taster would a great wine. He brushed the blood caked hair from his face, letting the morning light illuminate his features. The features were clear, Amon was the one sitting in the alley.
The man looked around, trying to find out just where he was. Seeing only the alley that he remembers vaguely from the night previously, he begins the process of reorienting.
He tried to move, but his ribs felt like they burned like as if they were set ablaze from inside. He knew the feeling of broken ribs when he felt them, and he had them alright. He rested himself against the wall, as he tried to clear his mind. All he could feel was the pain, more pain than he ever had experienced before.
Amon looked down beside him, where he had once lain, and saw his communicator on the filthy ground. He could see that it was broken into many pieces, as if someone had literally stomped the living shit out of it. He reached for a lump in his pants near his genitals, and found his ORBO gun and a very sore groin.
He remembered shoving it in there to keep whoever it was that jumped him from getting it. It had a full clip in it still, and he knew his actions to conceal it had succeeded. He was grateful for that much. He leaned his head back and put his weapon back in the holster under his arm for safe keeping. He knew that at least, he had some protection.
The man then tried again to get to his feet, pushing himself with every last bit of willpower he had. Every muscle in his body screamed out in pain, as the large man forced himself to a standing position. He stood, feeling a little safer being back on his own two feet for now.
On very unstable legs, he teetered his way to the end of the alley, hoping that he could orient himself to just where the fuck he was. That was the first thing to getting him out of where he was, to figure out where he was.
The street he stepped into was absolutely deserted, and had tenement housing that lined the street on either sides. He stepped out further, trying to get his bearings better. He looked up and down the street, only seeing a couple of dogs racing away from him. He snuffed, as she realized just where he was.
He was in the low income housing area of Tokyo, only a few blocks away from the Walled City itself, but over a mile away from where he remembered being the night before. He tried to bring up the memories from that time, but he could get only smatterings of images to come to him. He groaned, even thinking hurt. He remembered going into many bars to check for the witch, but nothing else.
He began to now think on his wife, and he groaned. He knew she would be worried as hell, and he did not know what Miho was thinking too. Both must have realized that he was gone by now. He knew, he needed to get out of here, and as fast as he could in his condition.
He took as deep of a breath as his ribs would let him, clearing the pain cobwebs from his mind. He was remembering more now, but he knew that he needed to get to a phone or something to get help. He could piece this night together later, he told himself.
On very stiff legs, he walked in the direction he knew where downtown was, knowing that he was not in the most friendliest place he could be in. In fact, he was in one of the worst places to be stranded and hurt in, outsiders were not welcome here at any time.
He pushed himself to walk in his direction, his mouth flooding with the taste of copper, he knew that was the tinge of his own blood that came to him. He could feel his lung moving but not quite right, and worried that he had a puncture to it. One more reason to get himself the fuck out of this place.
With the determination that was as big as he was, he forced himself to keep moving, hoping he would at least get to the edge of this festering hole and hopefully get some help and a message out to his wife.
He felt like a enemy soldier caught behind enemy lines making his way to where he hoped the friendly lines were. In actual fact, he was almost like that, but people around here were not as honorable as soldiers were.
Daybreak was on Tokyo, as the morning sun was chasing away the darkness. Many of the night people were scurrying like roaches to their lairs. The sun was not there friend, only an enemy that they had to scampered away from until the cover of darkness would come once more at nightfall.
A mangy, wiry coated dog makes his way down a narrow alley, stopping many times to check piles of trash for a tasty morsels to scarf down for a meal. He watched the human vermin scurrying past him, getting out of the way of some of the more obvious meaner of the humans as quick as he could. He knew from past experiences to make himself very scarce in a timely fashion.
The little black and chocolate brown mongrel suddenly came upon a man, laying in a pile of trash. It was unmoving, but by the smell, it was still very much alive. He barked a warning to the human, trying to be brave. The figure did not move. The little dog barked again, then leapt back, the figure had started to move.
To be on the safe side, the little animal raced off, as the human was getting up way too fast for his liking. Like a flash, the little dog was gone, happy to be able to scrounge for more food in a less crowded area. He would leave that alley alone for the time being, just in case.
The figure was of a man, large of size and dressed all in black. His long mane of dark hair was caked with dried blackened blood from many lacerations to his face and neck. He was on his knees barely, coughing hard and bringing up clotted blood from his belly with each hack that the man took.
The man tried to stand, but fell back against the building behind him. He stopped to take deep breaths in to his lungs, seemingly relishing the morning air like a wine taster would a great wine. He brushed the blood caked hair from his face, letting the morning light illuminate his features. The features were clear, Amon was the one sitting in the alley.
The man looked around, trying to find out just where he was. Seeing only the alley that he remembers vaguely from the night previously, he begins the process of reorienting.
He tried to move, but his ribs felt like they burned like as if they were set ablaze from inside. He knew the feeling of broken ribs when he felt them, and he had them alright. He rested himself against the wall, as he tried to clear his mind. All he could feel was the pain, more pain than he ever had experienced before.
Amon looked down beside him, where he had once lain, and saw his communicator on the filthy ground. He could see that it was broken into many pieces, as if someone had literally stomped the living shit out of it. He reached for a lump in his pants near his genitals, and found his ORBO gun and a very sore groin.
He remembered shoving it in there to keep whoever it was that jumped him from getting it. It had a full clip in it still, and he knew his actions to conceal it had succeeded. He was grateful for that much. He leaned his head back and put his weapon back in the holster under his arm for safe keeping. He knew that at least, he had some protection.
The man then tried again to get to his feet, pushing himself with every last bit of willpower he had. Every muscle in his body screamed out in pain, as the large man forced himself to a standing position. He stood, feeling a little safer being back on his own two feet for now.
On very unstable legs, he teetered his way to the end of the alley, hoping that he could orient himself to just where the fuck he was. That was the first thing to getting him out of where he was, to figure out where he was.
The street he stepped into was absolutely deserted, and had tenement housing that lined the street on either sides. He stepped out further, trying to get his bearings better. He looked up and down the street, only seeing a couple of dogs racing away from him. He snuffed, as she realized just where he was.
He was in the low income housing area of Tokyo, only a few blocks away from the Walled City itself, but over a mile away from where he remembered being the night before. He tried to bring up the memories from that time, but he could get only smatterings of images to come to him. He groaned, even thinking hurt. He remembered going into many bars to check for the witch, but nothing else.
He began to now think on his wife, and he groaned. He knew she would be worried as hell, and he did not know what Miho was thinking too. Both must have realized that he was gone by now. He knew, he needed to get out of here, and as fast as he could in his condition.
He took as deep of a breath as his ribs would let him, clearing the pain cobwebs from his mind. He was remembering more now, but he knew that he needed to get to a phone or something to get help. He could piece this night together later, he told himself.
On very stiff legs, he walked in the direction he knew where downtown was, knowing that he was not in the most friendliest place he could be in. In fact, he was in one of the worst places to be stranded and hurt in, outsiders were not welcome here at any time.
He pushed himself to walk in his direction, his mouth flooding with the taste of copper, he knew that was the tinge of his own blood that came to him. He could feel his lung moving but not quite right, and worried that he had a puncture to it. One more reason to get himself the fuck out of this place.
With the determination that was as big as he was, he forced himself to keep moving, hoping he would at least get to the edge of this festering hole and hopefully get some help and a message out to his wife.
He felt like a enemy soldier caught behind enemy lines making his way to where he hoped the friendly lines were. In actual fact, he was almost like that, but people around here were not as honorable as soldiers were.