Dark Balance III

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Written by David Monroe
Tuesday, 25 December 2007

Last Updated ( Thursday, 27 December 2007 )

It’s been a few months since he committed his empty murder. He almost forgot about the first experience in the pawn shop when he first gotten his clarity. It’s now almost completely out of his mind as he slips into the routine he’s was so used to in the past though he still keeps the sword close more for a comfort item than anything else.

A comfortable spring day our vagrant is hiding amongst the remnants of a carpet depot, and sees a familiar face walking from the entrance of a nearby shop, it’s one of a very few people he could consider himself familiar with, the doctor Dale Headstrum from his childhood, but his fear of any kind of contact keeps Lucas at bay. However Lucas’s comfort level is tested as Dale notices him.

Dale confused because Lucas isn’t of age yet, and he wondered what circumstances brought him to the streets, the system failed, Dale thought somehow that he failed him, and started walking towards him. Lucas brimming with friction at the conflict between the fears of human contact and bonding with someone he’s familiar with, just as always his fear wins and starts running as Dale peruses.

As they ran through the streets Dale with his phone frantically calling whoever is noticed by a local hoodlum and the chase is stopped short by a swift clothesline move to Dales face with the butt of a hand gun, Dale is bleeding, on the ground alive for now, and one less cell phone. Lucas sees this and stops in his tracks.

Suddenly his entire demeanor changed, he stood straight up instantly noticing the smells in the air and was aware of everything around him, including the fear of the doctor, it was beaming from him like cries for help. In that instant his sword was drawn and still like being clamped in a vise yet he held it with little effort, an extension of his own arm in perfect balance. His head tilted slightly towards the ground and an eye pointed at his soon to be target, the man was not fearful, and Lucas thinking that his lack of fear will undoubtedly be his end.

The doctor was astonished by his transformation, while he was the same person physically, his mental changes even made that physical person totally different just by the way he carried himself, a huge contrast of the man he seen a few minutes ago. His search and patience with Lucas during his childhood didn’t find any of his gifts, but now he was staring it right in the face. Seeing his clarity, his focus the doctor was less fearful. He needed to know just what Lucas was capable of, he was about to see.

Unlike the guys in the pawn shop the man didn’t laugh, he was a smart man and seen his focus, while he wasn’t fearful he instantly took a couple shots at Lucas one missing altogether and another deflected by the handle of his sword, the assailant, and Dale alike assumed that the block was luck, however Lucas somehow seen the bullet come through the air and reacted. Lucas took cover while he counted the rounds.

Dale just hearing bullets, while Lucas and the unknown man knew how many were left in the magazine. Both were aware of the ensuing fight that would follow when the clip emptied. It was apparent that the man had one clip and was saving the last few shots for ones that would count. Lucas knowing this was wondering how he could level the field, after a while Lucas finally came from his cover and ran towards the man pretty much asking to get killed.

The man pushed the trigger once and just like before the bullet grazed off the handle of his knockoff katana as with the last remaining round in the same exact place was deflected in the exact same manner. The man with his empty gun stood still face to face with Lucas as he simply, chopped off his head. There was no lateral movement of his body when he was decapitated; just a downward motion of his lifeless body to the ground, his kill was flawless.

He had his clarity, and was beaming with the prospect of sharing a bond with his childhood friend when suddenly a memory flash came to him from the past when he murdered the man in the alley that night for no good reason; he fell to his knees and started crying uncontrollably, he’s taken this mans life, and four others in ways that seemed honorable, but that man in the ally will haunt his clarity, he thought forever.

Dale seeing his guilt assumed that it was from the kill today; Lucas neither denied nor tried to correct his thought pattern, he stood up in front of dale carefully cleaning his blade.

We need to talk.