Faber's Ending

Faber's Ending 

    It was a pleasure to burn. To watch the yellow and orange beast burst into the sky. To feel the warmth against your frozen limbs seconds from frostbite. It was not a pleasure to witness the oblivion of the objects that were sentenced to eternal death. To watch the brilliant colors and inspiring words turn to a world forever in black never to be put back together again.      

  In a world full of burnt pieces stood a man told to be a coward, but he was everything but. Faber a man old by looks, but a one who has not given up on life, just yet. Now this man didn't used to be this way. Less than a few weeks ago he met Guy Montag. A man who questioned life and helped him try a notice how he, Faber, was not a coward. To prove this Faber now stood on his mission given to him by Guy. Take the money, print the books, save the world from its destined path. 

     Right before the hound he ran. Packed his bags and never looked back. It's true that he heard the yells the shouts, but he kept going. If Montag was smart they would never find him, but that would just mean they would go after him. When they couldn't find Guy they would go back to where the trail disappeared. That's why he had to get out. The bus stop wasn't that far from Faber's house, but that doesn't mean there weren't any distractions. There were always distractions. As he walked one picture stopped him. On the wall screen of a strangers house. It wasn't much really, but it meant everything to Faber. Burnt. Black. Flame. Gone. Gone. Everything gone.

"The search is still going. Everyone now one the count of ten walk out. With everyone we will find Guy Montag; together."

Run. He had to hide. They would accuse anyone who was out on the streets. It was an odd sight to see the man run down the road. Heaving heavily, while he tried not to trip over air. Here. Their. Five. Hide. Four. Run. Quick. Three. Hide.At two he found a place. It was an odd one and fairly small, but it would have to do. Two. Faber quickly hid. Behind the barrel where the garbage was thrown out from time to time. One.The opening of doors could be heard. Down the street. Near his head. Before his very eyes. Those few seconds seemed to have last an eternity for Faber. Breathe in breathe out. It was over. Make sure the coast was clear. Get out, but don't run. Don't be suspicious. Getting out from his hiding place, there only was only a block left. It was hard for Faber to not look over his shoulder every few seconds. At every small sound he thought they were creeping behind him. He was just waiting for someone to catch him. Of course they would eventually. It always happens that way. Only a few steps now. So close. He could see the bus. It was amazing how they were still operating at times like this. 

"There's Montag! The search is done."

 Faber snapped his head to the nearest house. Impossible it couldn't be. He was such a smart man. How could he of got caught. On the screen it showed the hound with its needle pointed straight at Montag, trapping him. Even if he wanted to run it was impossible. Helicopters lights shined directly on him enclosing him in the small space. It was almost like a barrier, a cage. An enclosement that your own mind puts up. No escape. No escape. No escape. He had to run. On the bus hurry. It was true that he was a coward. A coward running from his own fears, but this town was wicked and he had a mission to withhold. It's not like he could have stayed. He had no house, nowhere to stay. It was only mere hours before he got caught like Montag and killed like Clarisse. Faber never knew Clarisse, but it would have been a pleasure to. It was always nice to meet deifiers like Clarisse and Montag. Clarisse and Montag. Two people who were not cowards.Too bad the good people always had to pay, but everyone will eventually.

There's a war going on everything will end eventually. All you can try to do is out run it. Sometimes being a coward is the smart thing to do.Like normal it was impossible to think when you entered the bus. Distractions. Distractions to cut off your thoughts.

"Montag Has Been Caught! The search is over."

"There is a war coming. Prepare yourself."

"Wall screens on sale now!"

"Denhams Dentifrice! Denhams Dentifrice!"

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It wasn't much that Montag gave to Faber, but money was not what the printer was looking for. Words of encouragement. Words from books. Words. Words. Money was just paper. Another thing to be burned. Faber watched page after page be printed. Each book, each page, each word was a bigger risk. Before he tried to keep his invention hidden, but this. This could get him killed.

***

As you stare death in the face you realize the truth of the world. The world isn't all sunshine and rainbows. There's hurt, there's terror, and there's death. There are people who want to control your life to the last dot. They take over your thoughts and actions. Faber realized this in his last moments. Maybe he wasn't a coward. Not anymore at least.

 "And on either side of the river was there a tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month; And the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations."