Post by Craven Grimley on Oct 5, 2014 1:57:59 GMT 1
Night time at The Rock. The only place he felt like a normal human being was night time at The Rock. It was funny. He had a month to go before the dreaded test to see if the cancer was in recession and it felt like going on a date. Well, the one date he'd ever been on. He was nervous and excited at the same time. The multicolored club lights washed over him every now and again and he closed his eyes for a few moment to appreciate the sudden warmth. He couldn't feel the heat, per say but there was something about a light shining on you that made you feel warm. When his eyes flickered open they fixed on the crowds below him, dancing, finding love, slaves and masters together. This was how Mercy should have been but it wasn't.
If only he could become mayor. He'd change all that. There was many a time he'd asked his father why people couldn't just be people. Why some were slaves and others masters? His father had set him down and explained that shifters could not be trusted to rule over anything. They were animals. As for Creatons, they were created to be companions and not just leaders but he'd always thought his old man had missed the point of the question. There was no need for leaders here or rulers there. Couldn't they just get along?
Craven took a sip of his drink. He wasn't supposed to be drinking at all but who cared. If he was going to die he might as well enjoy the ride to the grave. Besides, He'd just come of age! He needed to enjoy stuff. Jack was far too good not to enjoy. As long as Dad didn't lecture him it would all be good. His dad had to find out about the drinking before the lecturing could begin of course and because he was sorta the boss here he doubted his dad would mind. Craven was so lost in his own thoughts that he hardly noticed the person beside him on the second floor leaning over the banister and watching the world until they spoke of course.
If only he could become mayor. He'd change all that. There was many a time he'd asked his father why people couldn't just be people. Why some were slaves and others masters? His father had set him down and explained that shifters could not be trusted to rule over anything. They were animals. As for Creatons, they were created to be companions and not just leaders but he'd always thought his old man had missed the point of the question. There was no need for leaders here or rulers there. Couldn't they just get along?
Craven took a sip of his drink. He wasn't supposed to be drinking at all but who cared. If he was going to die he might as well enjoy the ride to the grave. Besides, He'd just come of age! He needed to enjoy stuff. Jack was far too good not to enjoy. As long as Dad didn't lecture him it would all be good. His dad had to find out about the drinking before the lecturing could begin of course and because he was sorta the boss here he doubted his dad would mind. Craven was so lost in his own thoughts that he hardly noticed the person beside him on the second floor leaning over the banister and watching the world until they spoke of course.
