Woman's voice: *from the inside* "I'M COOMIN'!"
... *harder knocking*
...
"MY 'O MY, I'll BE RIGHT WITH YA'!"
... *3 hard knocks*
... *door opens*
In the door stands an old afro-libertonian woman, could be 50, but her mass may make her look older...
Henry: "I should've brought the keys with me,
I knew you would be busy, Betty."
An irish-looking partially bald man with a reddish beard in his late 60ies steps in, loads of water puring from his clothes.
Betty: *strong afro-libertonian acsent* "Well i told ya' i wus 'bout to take a dam' dump while ye wa' leavin'..."
Henry: *laught* Umm, ... Yeah i should've listened.
By the way, where's Kane?"
Betty: His room, playin' guitar again.
Henry: Good. I'll go look for him, see you later Betty!
Betty: Bye...
Northern parts of Denver were always flooded with loads of rainwater, a thunderstorm lasting for 3 days already made everything in the old mining colony of Boulder very muddy, slippery and so everyone stayed in the big common house. The main monitor showed date: 31st of AUGUST 793 A.S. Everyone was chatting in the mess hall, few teenage guys were playing football in the big hall - something a 16 year-old Kane, Henry was looking after, never could get the hang of.
Henry: *opens the door* Hey young man! Shouldn't you be cleaning the large sewage pipé outside?!
Kane had bright hazely eyes, curly long hair and looked pretty good for a teenage boy, except for his rather slim body. He was 180cm high, but only had 60 kilos.
Kane: *stops playing* It's ******* raining out there! I'm staying here ... sorry.
Henry: Don't you talk to me like that son! Else im going to tell your father about how "well" are we doing in school and we wouldn't want your credit card sold, right?
Kane's dad and his mother lived and worked at California Minor.
Kane hated his father; he was completly careless
Each week, Kane's father sent him 150 credits.
It may have been low, but he had free food in the mess hall a place to sleep, some basic clothes and even a few expensive labels he bought - he knew what to wear, thought he didn't have nearly enought money to look as great as others did. Plus, he was extremly picky and not just in clothing.
He was shy a litlle, but somehow he was picky in girls.
Even thought the ones he knew were selfish sluts, cardamine and marijuana addicts and heavy smokers, with the rest he knew being occupied by the better looking ... heavy smokers and drunkards, HE COULD'VE PICKED ONE, RIGHT? Yeah ... sure not.
Everyone in his class was of the same age, thought they behaved like boasting children with cigarettes in their mouths.
He often found himself dreaming of a better life, few best friends, good parties, which wouldn't be just about drinking, but fun, music, friends and meeting loads of amazing new people! But NO he had to stay in this awful place, becouse his father wanted him to be a freakin' miner!
Kane: "Alright old man, i'll do it, just give me a shovel."
Henry: "You'll only get gloves, becouse im an old man."
*Kane threw a foul look at henry and walked into the rain*
Kane went outside, took his working clothes out and headed for the end of sewage pipeline. It was a pipe about 3 metres wide and he could stand in it pretty well once he crouched a litlle. There was a lot of junk stuck onto the bars so he started to clean it up, swearing every time he cleared a piece of junk away. After 4 hours of cleaning he was so tired he just laid under a blanket covering a few nearby empty supply pods.
He always had a hard time sleeping under all the noise around, but this time he sure fell asleep fast.
***
He woke up in the middle of a dark night. Nights on Denver went pretty fast, since it wasn't too big and the hot planet spun fast.
*yawn*
Kane opened his eyes.
The night was dark, skies were still cloudy, but at least it wasn't raining.
...but something was wrong...
There was no noise - none at all! It was TOO silent.
Suddenly there was a huge explosion about a kilometer before him!
It knocked him off his feet and dropped him to the ground.
*confused* "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!"
It took him about 2 minutes to realize he should return to the common house.
He made a run for it.
*knocks fast on the door*
"OPEN UP BETTY!"
With the last knock the door opened on itself - it wasn't closed.
Kane slowly opened the door.
"Hello?!"
Nothing, except. ..
There was blood on the walls and on the floor.
Betty laid in a pool of blood.
"Oh shi-..
[i]He didn't even finish until he heard gunshots and screams from the mess hall.
The door behind him slowly opened - it was Henry.
He quickly grabed Kane by his mouth and neck and took him outside. Then blocked the door with a large metal rail.
Kane: "Mmmmmphmmmmmphphh!"
Henry: *whisper* "SHUT UP! It's me .... Look. We have to get out of here, i have a Camara waiting outside to take you to Ouray! MOVE!"
Kane: *calms down, whispering* "But i thought Ouray was just a rumor! And doesen't it belong to Xenos?! Just take me to Manha-
Henry: "YOUR PARENTS ARE DEAD, OK? It may be the same people that's why we need to get you out of here!!!"
Kane looked shocked, but suddenly snapped back in as he heard heavy banging on the door from inside!
Henry: "RUN YOU IDIOT!"
Kane made a run for it, behind the hill there was a hidden Camara, just before runing down the hill, he looked back -only to see the door being burst open and Henry holding the door shot dead with a Blaster.
He saw the face of the leader of the mercenaries - he was looking straight at him, but he didn't go after him.
Female Camara Pilot: "ARE YOU COMING ALREADY?!"
Kane: "Ye-yeah ... let's go.
The door slammed behind him as the old, rusty Camara went full ahead - out of Denver's atmosphere and knocked him to the shuttle's floor, hitting his head.
"Sorry!"
-said the pilot as Kane's vision faded away.
***
*heavy breathing*
It was a dream. A dream way too real.
A nightmare, that happened in his past.
He looked at his alarm clock on his nightstand.
It read 4:03 AM, 5th of July -Manhattan time. 818 A.S.