Hey guys. To those who may be reading this, this is another idea for a story that popped into my head. You taking the time to read this is greatly appreciated by the author; namely me. (I'm gonna keep using that line until it gets old! LOL)
In this story, the world and all its inhabitants have all been conjured up in my mind. Any similarities to any places or people, living or deceased, are coincidences. Also, as is the case with my other stories, people have powers, though in varying degrees. You'll see as the story progresses. I'm writing this, and as usual, no bump and grind in the initial chapters. By the way, I love fried chicken.
Anyway, please enjoy, and lemme know how you feel about the story.
Thanks.
DionysosK.
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The city of Nexus. No one knows why it has that name, but they all agree that it's pretty cool, so no effort has been made to change it. Nexus is a beautiful city. It has many skyscrapers, and industrial parks, yet at the same time, parks and sports fields. Residential areas differ, so there are the upmarket beach houses, the massive mansions, the large family homes, and then apartments, condos, etc. The houses cater for the wealthy, down to the middle class. It's also a clean place, extremely so. The air is fresh; there are plenty of trees, the blue sky always visible. It's also a very safe place, with crime being virtually nonexistent. There are plenty of lakes, and loads of forests, where wildlife thrives, and is contained, yet not controlled. It is truly a gorgeous and peaceful place, which is a mixture of corporate bustle, and peaceful nature. It is a nice place to leave, and a great place to raise a family. But with light, there is always a shadow. The thing is, Nexus is a city, which has been split in two. The above Described Nexus is known as 'New Nexus' amongst the locals. What is known as 'Old Nexus' is the shadow. It is the original Nexus, that was around before investment and development came and hit the city by storm. By the time the development was halfway through, everyone who could afford to move did, and by doing so, condemned the original city, and its' inhabitants.
Old Nexus, or O.N, is where the poor, sick, and violent stay. It is the place where criminals, whether petty or professional, thieves or assassins, this is where they all lived. And where N.N was an architectural marvel, filled with glass and concrete, wonderfully complimented by flora and fauna, O.N was the complete opposite; crude buildings, with crude designs, with stagnant water all over the place and criminals around every corner. Where N.N had smooth, flowing designs, everything in O.N was sharp, and had an angle. Disease and illnesses plagued the people living there, almost as much as the crime. It was also a terribly polluted place. It reeked, and was a breeding ground for muck and filth, which covered every corner like dust. Every bit of colour and vibrancy was drowned out by brown. The sky was murky, and there was a thick fog like substance in the air, that was so thick in places, it almost like wading through cream cheese.
Not to say that there weren't any rich people in O.N, there were actually quite a lot. The only reason why they stayed there though was because they were rich through illegal means, and could not hide that fact. They were ineligible for permits to live in N.N, as their illegal activities were known throughout both cities. So they had to be content with living in O.N, however, they lived in houses that were similar to those in N.N, and drove the best cars, ate the best food, and wore the best clothes, all brought in from N.N of course. They lived in the neighbourhoods which were the upmarket ones before N.N was built. They monopolised all of the greenery and clean water. There were wealthy, middle class, and poor in O.N. Middle class mostly worked in N.N. Some poor would work for the middle class who lived in N.N, but they mostly worked for the rich.
As O.N was still part of Nexus as a whole, things such as produce and medical supplies were brought in from N.N by the authorities, in huge armoured trucks. O.N was sealed off from N.N by massive, solid titanium gates that were literally invisible. Nothing could get through those gates once they closed, and could only be opened by those who had a permit. Massive, thick titanium walls, had guards stationed all along them, which kept O.N residents from attempting to scale the walls. Old Nexus was truly a different kind of hell, with high murder rates, burglaries, and crime in general. The authorities in O.N were all on the payroll of the more powerful crime lords of the city, thus largely turned a blind eye, to what those crime lords called 'Collateral Damage', which was basically the death of innocents, who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
In this place, the small time criminals would often go to a bar, and look at the job board to look for jobs. This is where groups and bosses would look for foot soldiers, 'disposable commodities' that would often do the most dangerous work for chump change, and wouldn't complain. They were the lowest of the low and knew it, yet couldn't do anything about it. Most of these guys had the ambition and dreams to leave the shitty parts of the city, and O.N altogether, and move into N.N, where they would live lavish lives; however they lacked the brains, talent, and ability to do so. They are doomed to live as foot soldiers, making enough money to pay rent, eat, get drunk, and fuck anything with a pulse, and a vagina. Most of these guys had too many hurdles to overcome, the most common of them all, was also one of the hardest; to make it to 35. Most died before they even turned 30, so 35 was like old age. This was the reality facing those who were the lowest of the low. Live through a shitty existence, and die before you're old enough to no longer be considered young.
Titus was in a deep sleep, which was a bit too deep for a nap. As deep as he was sleeping though, he was squirming about, making faces, and swiping at air with his left arm, while clutching onto his pillow with his right. He was sweating, and mumbling as well. He increased his movements, and kicked out with force, almost as though he was fighting something or someone. It was getting worse and worse, with him going crazy, but then all of a sudden he stopped. His muscles relaxed, his face became neutral and he straightened his legs. The next second, he screwed up his face again. His eyes shot open, and he immediately sat up, letting out a scream as he did so, arms reaching out in front of him.
"BUNNNIEEEESSS!!!"
He sat there panting, head darting around from side to side, looking to see if there were any of those evil creatures in his room. When he saw that there weren't, he let out a sigh of relief, as his breathing went back to normal, and placed his right hand onto his face, palm covering his right eye.
"So it was just a nightmare huh? Fucking hell..."
He looked towards his digital clock.
"20:22 huh?"
He swivelled his legs, and dangled them off the edge, feet resting on the floor. With a sigh, he got up and went to the bathroom. He washed his face in the sink, and looked up into the mirror at his still wet face. In his opinion, he wasn't what would be considered extremely attractive, but wasn't ugly either. He was kind of nice to look at. His jaw was kind of square, as was his chin, but there was nothing he could do about that. He had a good sized nose, which was slightly pointy, but had a well built bridge. His lips were average length, and not too thick. He had long black hair that was always messy. He also had black eyes and black eyebrows. His skin was tan, and he figured he was either biracial, or pardon the pun, tanned. He was 5'9", and well built. He was cut and defined, as well as large. He was always muscled, but the def was due to hours of work with his weights. He had a bit of fuzz on his chin, but was never blessed with loads of facial hair, which irked him slightly, as he was 23 already, but looked younger than that.
After drying his face and brushing his teeth, he went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Upon opening his fridge, all he could see was a bottle of water, a square of old, mouldy cheese, and a dead rat.
"Hmmm, well at least I got some meat."
He went and got his wallet, looking to see if he had enough to order something. All he found was a bit of gum, and a toothpick.
"What the fu..." he said with a sigh, scratching his head. "I guess I gotta find some work tonight. Shit."
