Past Musings

January 28th, 2010

Free Write

Prompt: It was a lousy night. That was ok, we were not good people.

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It was a lousy night, that was ok, we were not good people. It was the same old shit. Dark, dirty alleys that led to dank warehouses, bums sleeping, whores working. We kept looking. Some nights we found it, some nights we didn’t. Would tonight be the lucky night? It had been calling. The voice was so loud it could practically be heard by everyone. We tried to block it out but we couldn’t any more. No matter what we did we always ended up in this damn alley looking. Waiting. And then the inevitable happened. It arrives. Either alone, or with a group. Doesn’t matter. One of us is always the first to engage it. Our group, a fantastic fucking group of misfits. Who would have thought that we would be the ones to be called? That we would hear the call and answer. Every single time. I wouldn’t talk to half the scum in this group anywhere. We all had pasts. That wasn’t a lie. In fact half of us have done something somewhere that makes us worse than the people you find in the alleys. Rape, murder, theft, etc. It was par for the course to be in the group. But some how, when the nights were lousy, and the rest of the world was curled up under their covers hoping, and dreaming that the calls, the screams were just night mares we were the ones chosen to fight. We weren’t saviors, we weren’t playing at angels or even people trying to redeem ourselves. Fuck that shit. We just wanted an opportunity to live. And the only way we got that was to kill off the scum. The call happened. And we got the usual crew, but oddly, lately, we’ve been getting more and more help. It seems that our searches wouldn’t need to be done alone. In fact we have some people who look nice and normal. Good folks, the church going, raise a family types out here. But those people? Those fuckers are the craziest of us all. While half of us are just trying to survive they are “cleansing the earth”. I don’t get that shit man. And if I tell you the shit we see every single night. Every time this call comes. The people come and the people go. Most of the ones who go end up dead. So we keep coming. In fact, I’ve heard rumors that the ones who go don’t always stay dead, and I’ve heard the ones who keep coming, some of the older veterans in this bull shit survival war, the ones who manage to take down more than their share and end up with out a scratch, while I’ve heard they’ve got some mystic shit going on, personally I think it’s the crap they are hopped up on. I don’t know about that. I just know I’ve been off the streets for years now. And I don’t plan to go back. I like my life the way I built it up. I fought, I lied, I cheated and I have stolen. That wont stop now either. I’ll do what I have to do to keep on surviving, and if that means coming out every night. Every lousy night, with the damned from every aspect to keep on fighting, well I guess that means I’ll do it. Are you going to judge? Are you going to sit there in your nice house, hiding under your covers when the call comes? Or are you going to take a stand and do something about it? Can you hear it,? Make your move.