Klempey [EN]

Chapter 8: In the dark

Weeks had already passed since the dreaded incident, but the dust generated by the huge explosion was still felt in the air. The people who lived in the affected area had been moved to a group of huts, quickly built in the empty part of the industrial sector, everyone had been promised that it would be temporary, but the weeks passed and people began to feel that they would never be able to return to their lives.

The city was in a complicated time, the prices of basic goods kept going up while wages had remained unchanged for years already, and the riots in the agricultural sector were just the beginning of the huge problem that was developing.

There were many theories as to why these incidents were occurring, some claimed it was due to massive trade pacts that destroyed the basic laws of commerce, and others claimed it was due to an elite colluding under the streets and playing with the citizens as if they were their pawns, the latter theory had gained tremendous strength since the events with Kia. Although the guard tried to conceal everything that happened, describing it as a simple event caused by the energy of the subsoil, the witnesses who saw all those hooded people coming out did not believe that story.

The nerve center of those who believed in the entity was in the provisional refugee area, since it was in that place where all those who had seen what the guardians denied lived.

The meeting of the day was about to begin, from the door of the hut the attendees began to enter one by one, all dressed in white robes, demonstrating the complete opposition to the subway elite.

The leader of the meeting had been the first to enter and stood in front of a wooden altar, waiting slowly until the members had settled in front of him. Once the last of them were seated, he set about to begin the oratory as was customary.

"Brothers and sisters, it fills me with joy to see you all gathered here," he began the meeting, looking with a soft smile at all the attendees in the room, "Once again the guardians have denied us the truth, branding us as liars," a resentful tone was taking presence in his face as he continued with the presentation, "But we... We will not continue to accept their palaver, their lies, Because we already know the truth!".

All in attendance rose to their feet loudly at those words and in unison exclaimed their truth,

"The entity of the underground,
who with his wrath will bring,
new grounds
and prosperity",

This community was made up of the most humble people of the sector, those who had been the most punished by the growing crisis that was looming over the city, their complaints had not even been recognized by any government entity, so they felt isolated from the city, but that night they were able to witness something that gave them hope, because some kind of force had managed to terrorize their enemies.

But that force was not what they had expected and much less was it planning to help them in any way.

Kill-A had been living alone for the last few weeks, as she had not only recovered her memories, but also the grief, helplessness, and anger that hovered over her past, in her busy mind all the current citizens of the city were the descendants of the enemies that killed her parents, the disgust and hatred that they gave off was immeasurable, so she lived locked in the security cordon, where she knew that no one would dare to enter, and if anyone dared, she would kill him if necessary.

Like every evening, Kill-A had gone out to get some dinner, the area had been evacuated without warning, so there was still food left in the buildings from the former guests.

The wooden door would not budge, Kill-A cursed whoever it was that locked the door before leaving. For a second he thought about moving on to another house as he turned his gaze towards the rest of the doorways on the street he was in, but that feeling was squashed by his need to take control, so he slowly turned his head back to the door and with a single gesture punched it with a fatal fist, his tattoos glowing slightly as the door decayed into tiny splinters.