Epics of Noche 3, Limbo

EON CH 23

MELODY REMEMBERS.

1776, JUNE 9th, FRIDAY 6:00pm.

 

Melody grit her teeth as another camera flash blinded her. She hated wasting time answering dumb questions from dumb people. Having to talk to such simpletons was about as much fun as putting out a cigarette on her skin. The next reporter stepped to the podium — it was that Venny Adventura person who became recently famous.

"Hola Raptorman, Milkman, y Melody! With DeathTech having invaded over half of the humane world, are tu worried they may come for MoveCity next?"

The two idiots in charge grinned as Melody's eye twitched.

"No I am not! Edward seems to want chaos for the non-create users. But even if he did come for us, he'd have to go through the three of us first!" Raptorman embraced both Milkman and Melody in a big hug. "Plus he'd have to fight through every create user here! Together, MoveCity is unstoppable!"

Many of the spectators cheered and applauded. Melody frowned, broke out of the embrace, and wiped her arms down. She tuned out the next series of questions as her gaze lingered on an apartment complex she had recently created. Its design was similar to the one she grew up in.

Her earliest memory popped into her mind.

Melody was four years old. She was sitting in the living room when there was a knock on the door. Using a step stool, she reached the handle and opened it to a surprised man.

"Hey there, is your dad home?"

"He's flying."

"Really, playing with create now of all times?" The man's face scrunched up. "Dude! What are you doing? We're gonna be late for work!"

He walked inside the house and approached the door to her dad's room. The man opened it, gasped, and fell on his butt. Inside Melody's father had his feet a few inches off the ground as the noose supported all his weight.

At the time she didn't understand death, let alone suicide. Back then all she knew was a bunch of adults came by, many showed interest in her, and by the end of the day, she was living at her uncle's house.

He owned a butcher shop; her most poignant memory of him was when he had her slaughter a chicken years later. Despite that, she had a good relationship with him. However, as time went on, Melody became colder as people seemed to get dumber. In fact, her sharp mind led her uncle to teach her all about his hobby, construction.

MoveCity was not the safest place to live. When a bunch of create users live in a tight space with no rules, chaos and destruction become an everyday thing. Property damage is so commonplace that knowing how to repair anything became mandatory.

Fortunately, everything he taught her was soaked up instantly. Plumbing, wiring, framing, these were all things a kid under ten years old would normally struggle with. However, Melody not only recalled his lessons with photographic clarity but even comprehended them. Within weeks she had mastered it all.

It didn't take long for rumors to spread about the child prodigy. Her uncle had a little star on his hands and he encouraged her future. He bought books on advance subjects like electronics and engineering; like everything else she learned them in record time.

Melody considered creating a radio to be starting small. However, when she first demonstrated the ability to her uncle and his friends, the word genius was brought up. Everyone marveled at her ability and intellect. To be the center of everyone's attention, to receive such praise, meant the world to her.