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 Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 1:53 pm
We’ve been waiting in a sea of destruction
Sinking further in disease and temptation
Save me sorrow. Be gone
Up ahead there’s a sun that’s arising
In a world that I pray to remind me
Save me sorrow.
Be gone by dawn. Last aspiration
Fear divides my
Pain and pleasure
All night long, all night long
Over and over tonight
All night long, all night long
Over and over tonight
In the church were the reasons of my tears
And the ghost of my youth was near
Save me sorrow. Be gone
Now I see what I fear is in front of me
All the times all I needed was to save me
Save me sorrow. Be gone
All night long, all night long
Over and over tonight
All night long, all night long
Over and over tonight
Just give me a chance…just one sign
Make me believe, it’s in your heart, it’s in your eyes
I want it all
Let go.
The city of Serentiy existed in three levels, like a poisonous blossom that was it's symbol. The exterior beauty inviting people to bask in it's embrace. The poison the keeps those that taste it's pleasures in line. Voilence masked with good intentions. Then come the seeds that grow within it's violent and beautiful walls, those who know what darkness lies beneath the beauty.
Of a city owned by those individuals with the power and funds to keep it, one place existed that none had yet been able to claim. The Fountains were in the center of Serenity, a place where people went to conduct business out of the sight of the city. The hum of music could be heard at all corners, but at the center of the mass garden was the club itself, giving occupants a wide variety of places to conduct business. Weapons were left prior to entry. The keeper of the Fountains went by Mercurie, a man with long black hair and liquid silver eyes.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 2:08 pm
The Fountains were more of a refuge and sanctuary to Metarie than anything else. He wasn't part of this crowd, wasn't part of the rich flow of business- he conducted his business in the sordid corners of the city, coming to the Fountains only in dire circumstances. Like today.
Currently, he was curled against the back wall of the club, eyes closed as he waited out the pain patiently. He'd bought drugs that would accelerate his healing violently, but even they took time- the gunshot wound was still screaming with red agony. It would have been fatal, too, and he tried not to think about the blood flowing over the hands that covered the wound.
It was hard to enjoy the Fountains when the only time you visited was when you were in pain.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 2:22 pm
"You know, wounds that deep should be cleaned properly," Came the smooth voice from Metarie's right. "Besides, if the bullet is still inside all it will do is cause infection." He was dressed in all black, clothing that clung to the skin, bringing out the elegant lines of the body. Ash flicked from the cigarette he held in one hand. "Can you walk?"
Mercurie didn't bother with introductions, if people didn't know who he was, it was their loss. He didn't need to know the identities of his patrons, it was just as well that way. The anonymity was something most people prefered about the Fountains.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 2:30 pm
"I'll be fine," Meta managed, breathing shallow as he raised his eyes to his companion. They were completely black in his pale face, a sign of the drug- no pupil or white visble. The hair that fell over one eye was curly, tangled, and had hints of multiple-colored stripes under the dirt. His clothing was as ragged as he was.
"It won't be the first bullet left in me," he gasped, feeling the sudden BURN as the healing started to take effect. It was slow, but fast enough to keep him alive...a poor man's hospital.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 2:40 pm
"Dangerous tools you have chosen. Fine is a far cry from healthy, and if you continue to use such poor methods of healing, how long do you think you're body will be able to keep up with it." Merc motioned with the hand holding the cig for one of his employees to come over. "Take this man below and have my physician see to him."
A large man, who was most often seen as a bouncer at the door, nodded and picked Meta up before he had a chance to complain.
"I suggest, friend, that you struggle as little as possible. It will only hurt more if you do." Merc was never one to take no for an answer.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 4:27 pm
Giving a yelp and a long string of cuss words, Metarie found himself lifted into the air. He proved to be very, very thin, as most of the people on the street were; this did not make him strong enough to fight the bouncer. He did struggle, but it hurt BADLY, and so he ended up flopped in the man's arms.
"I don't need your charity," he managed, voice rough with pain. "I can manage- just fine on my own."
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 5:11 pm
"If it was charity I'd be charging you with a favor for use of my physician." Merc said happily following after the bouncer. "Besides, this way will pay off for you in the long run." He moved infront of the bouncer, taking the side ways through the garden to a heavy metal door. Merc placed his hand on the scanpad- flinching slightly as his palm was pricked for dna confirmation as well as the hand scan. He couldn't be too careful when it came to his personal entrances and exists.
The door slid away, lighting a staircase that went down below.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 5:15 pm
The action proved the man's identity to Metarie, and his eyes went wide and more than a little wild. Oh s**t. He'd heard stories about people that went into Mercurie's lower levels, and just never came back.
Still, there wasn't that much he could do. His body spasmed, and he choked, clutching at the man who carried him as his body jerked. Maybe it WAS time he laid off the pills...
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 5:22 pm
Merc noticed the change in Metarie's condition. He hit a panel on the wall, setting off a florescent strip that ran along the floor off. Moments later medical personel were in the hall with a stretcher. "Get him taken care of. I only want Suka handling his wounds. Period."
The bouncer set Metarie down on the stretcher and strapped him in, before the personel took over the situation.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 5:27 pm
Meta was perfectly capable of letting them handle everything- and incapable of doing anything to help himself, now. It was always bad, but never this bad- he was falling, and from the stretcher he looked up at Mercurie with eyes that were fading to a visible, vivid pale green.
"Lost..." was the last thing he managed to say, before he fell unconcious.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 5:44 pm
Merc waited through the entire operation, and once it was completed had Metarie moved to the only guest room that he had available in his complex. The room was tastefully decorated in pastels that reminded Merc of the Serentiy Blooms that grew in his garden. As a guest room the bed was 90% feather down, with egyptian cotten sheets.
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 6:19 pm
At first, all that Meta could think about was that he'd died, and this was the nice place all the old people talked about going to when their bodies collapsed. He was cool, not too hot, not too cold, sinking into a bed that shouldn't exist to someone like him...in short, paradise. He knew how dirty he was, and he hated the thought of what he was doing to the bedclothes.
"Where am I?" He rasped, voice ragged. "What- what happened..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 6:30 pm
Merc glanced up from his book, marking his place and setting it aside. "I see you're awake. You have done many terrible things to that body of yours. Lucky for you my physician is the best there is. I had my people clean you up and put you in a gown. Your rags are being cleaned at this moment. So, how do you feel?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 6:35 pm
"Dead," Meta croaked, and struggled to sit up. It wasn't easy, and he only managed about half way- looking around the room with narrowed eyes. There had to be strings attached to this.
He looked over the room completely, then back at his host, propped up on his elbows. "Why? Why did you do all of this- what do you get out of it."
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2006 6:38 pm
"I get nothing other than some pleasant company for the brief time you are here. That, and your silence of everything that goes on in here." Merc's expression changed from pleasant to rather serious. "If you don't then the consequences will be far worse than that of what you already experienced."
He rose to his feet and strode over to a picture frame, glancing briefly at the image inside, before turning back around toward the bed. "That's it."
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