In a World of Fragile Things

Chapter 9-Forever Young

Epilogue

Forever Young

Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders we're getting in tune
The music's played by the madman

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever forever
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever
Forever young

-Alphaville-

General POV.

There's a town called Santa Carla, known to many as the murder capitol of the world. If you travel there by bus you travel along a curling road. The road slithers amongst desert like landscapes until suddenly, the ocean is upon you. This great, dark blue abyss that stretches on forever into the horizon.

Santa Carla is the home of runaways, punks, aspiring artists, junkies and any other freak of nature you could possibly think of. If you wanted to get lost this was the place to be. But not only freaks and runaways roam the boardwalk at night, no something far more sinister and dangerous comes out as soon as the sun sets.

The rumours have been many, most of them being dismissed as urban legends, rumours, and ramblings of a madman. But there are believers, they may be few but they're out there. People disappear every night in Santa Carla; the boards are filled to the brim with missing people posters. The police office gets at least three calls a night, the officers are drowning up to their necks with not only missing people reports but unsolved cases. But thanks to the colourful range of people that end up here most of those files are long forgotten. If one wanted to take a closer look in the archives they would find a room dedicated to the missing people, those that the family finally gave up on ever finding again. Lost forever.

Bailey's POV.

The night air was refreshing as I stood leaning against the railing of the boardwalk taking in the crowd around me. No one really paid attention to me, the locals to afraid to even glance at me, the junkies to out of it to see and those who dared to take a look my way quickly turned their heads the other way. They all felt it, they might not at first but if they looked at me long enough they would feel it. The danger that my entire being projected. And yet every single one of them wanted to take a closer look even if they couldn't understand why. I smirked and lit the cigarette that hung loosely from my lips.

A whoop sounded farther down the boardwalk and a tall young man came running towards me, his golden locks flying behind him as he ran away from his slightly shorter friend. A high pitched laugh echoed in the night and people stopped and stared in awe at the graceful duo that made their way through the crowds.

"Paul!" Marko's annoyed voice was not loud but I heard it. I lifted myself up on the railing and waited for them to notice me. A flash of blue met brown and faster then he should have been able to; he was right in front of me. Grinning that crooked grin and eyes sparkling. Lips upon mine before I even got so much as a peep out.

"Cut it out you two, one would think that after a year you would be tired of each other already," Marko's cynical voice interrupted our game of tonsil hockey. A playful smack at the back of his head and a laugh came next.