Exceptional Is this hope, in the nadir of humanity? Chronicles of the Wandering Man : Black Moon Glinting by Fleedleflump

Warning: The author has noted that this contains strong violence. XI The dull illumination's pall sent shadow 'cross the scene. The sun, these days behind the smog; Black Moon, dead light obscene. My captors chanted, sang and jerked, and brandished shivs and sticks as though the Radiation's stage cast them as lunatics. I knew the fate that robbed their minds and kept my body young while every human molecule was by its hangman strung. Despite their vicious, sick intent, I didn't own the blame to hate these creatures, pitiful. All victims. All the same. XII They kicked up nature's detritus and moved in for the kill while at the back my captor girl stood wide-eyed, frozen still. Medusa; Gorgon, my demise, now petrified by fear. Her snakes my desperation, my crime a single tear. As cunning violence rent the air and blades strove for my blood, she came to life and hefted arms, a serpent in the mud. My plundered gun her shining sword, she set their demons free. Their thoughts became but crimson clouds; their dreams rained over me. XIII She loosed my bonds and begged me to forgive her cruel deceit; with food so rare in this black glare, I was a source of meat. My liberated captors draped across the sticky ground; my first taste of community in decades never found. I told her I could understand the fear that drove her wrong; dead people in a dying land have nowt to keep them strong. She took my hand and sparks aroused determination's cue. We'd join our strengths, resume the hunt for life regained anew. XIV We watched eternal starless night as if to seek a way, and then that moon winked down at us, black glinting light at play. The birth of possibilities then burgeoned in my mind. If sun could flash, the world could heal; regenesis defined. Our mem'ries didn't hold our names or stale identity, but in this barren, hopeless world, I now had hope for me. Night Adam in a lifeless waste, Night Eve to plant a tree. The future would be ours to mould; perhaps my destiny? Recognized Earned A Seal Of Quality Author Notes . . This is the end of PART 1, but don't worry; I am far from finished :-) I hope you enjoyed the read. Mike . . © Copyright 2024. Fleedleflump All rights reserved. Fleedleflump has granted FanStory.com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.