Godless

PROLOGUE

Vincient Lowell,

A man dressed warmly in the uniform that should be told to have the likeness of the Grim Reaper. He almost couldn't bear to lift his head from his boots to the crowd. It's 1945 now. He recalls. The sun was far too bright that day. It felt like the helmets on their heads were too heavy, and their vests too clunky. As if they had put on the cloak of death for the first time again. He had a lot of things he planned on doing now. Vincient wanted to wear a suit. For the first time. He wanted to work at an office, for the first time. He wanted to fall in love, for the first time. He didn't even like school, but he was tempted to go to college. Life seemed to mean so much more after you try to smite it.

So as the tanks came to a stop on their conveyor belt joy-ride around the country, Vincient's feet began to glue themselves there, on the panels of the tank. The pastels of the woman's clothing flickered in and out like stars in the orange rays. Children who were following their mothers' lead, were throwing their hats or flowers. Some were hanging and waving at the soldiers on the railings. Innocent sights that were almost blinding him. The crowd was full of those colors and smiles. He didn't know if he liked that or not. Either way, black and white seemed more fitting.

His partners in war scream the names of their mothers and wives. Then the mothers and wives would cry back out the names of their mourned. Lucky for Vincient, he had the blessing to walk past the crowd. He didn't have to see from above the odd way one's face contours at their inability to comprehend war and its consequences. They can thank human stupidity for their misery, but at least 'they' are rich and victorious. Vincient felt entitled. So he had to leave the weapons behind and entice his own victory.

"Slow down Vinny!"
A woman said, chasing after him as the crowd shrunk.

"Sorry, sorry I forgot"
He replied to her sweetly. In some sort of pity.

"Of course you forgot me, Vinny"

Eyes were on them so he beckoned her over and helped her from limping. And they left for a hotel. They went in and conversed about what would happen next. For instance, they asked each other and themselves what was life to them now, compared to then?

"I can wrap it up for you, and I'll carve some wood to make you a crutch."

She frowned at him.

"Look I don't have any money, I left in debt and I am back in debt."
He pulls down the blinds and turns on the lamp in the hotel room.

The light flickers.

The room was junky. As if it was a remixed storage closet. The 'hotel' itself was questionable, filthy. The air was

They stare blankly at each other.

"Let's go in the hallway?" Randy, the woman asked.

"Yes, put your arm over my shoulder"

He leans her against the wall of the hallway, that wasn't much better than the molded wallpaper inside the room.

"What's a fast way to get money?"
She asks fixing herself upon the wall.

"Heh, drugs"

"A fast legal way to get money?"