19 April 2012
In the end, he was just the same as everyone else in the crowd; they all wanted to be different.
He brushed past the freaks, the ravers and the stoners.
By-passed the geeks, the straights and metal heads.
He blanked the sluts and rude boys and did not stop as a posh prig shouted
"why the long face, old chap?", in his direction.
He simply made his way toward the stage, a shark cutting through an ocean of merriment.
As the throb and surge of the crowd grew to mirror the steady dull boom of the music he searched himself for any semblance of emotion but the only thing he felt was the bite of cold steel tied tightly to his leg.
This was it, then. The culmination of a lifetime of planning. 20 years from now everyone would know his name.
His foot squelched through some mud, he figured it might have been shit. In the end that's all any of it was, just shit beneath his shoes.
The Carbon Legacy -intro • Opuss № I