DEMA

HeavyDirtySoul

15th of March, 3001
There's an infestation in my mind's imagination.
I hope that they choke on smoke 'cause I'm smoking them out the basement.
This is my final attempt to make the voices stop.
Writing to prove nothing, just writing to say something.
'Cause I wasn't the only one who wasn't rushing to say nothing.
This doesn't mean I lost my dream.
It's just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean.
Nah, I didn't understand a thing you said.
If I didn't know better I'd guess you're all already dead.
Mindless zombies walking around with a limp and a hunch.
Saying stuff like, "You only live once."
You've got one time to figure it out.
One time to twist, and one time to shout.
One time to think and I say we start now.
Say it with me if you know what I'm talking about.

I have been sober for ten days.
My head so much clearer now.
The pain is sharper, but so is my will to fight it.
If I only I had known that march fifteenth would be a day that would change my life forever.
I had taken up smoking to aid in getting sober, and they had done their job.
Ciggirettes were not a problem, they kept me in my right mind.
I was standing outside my local store, "food, petrol, etc" smoking a cigarette and enjoying the last of the early spring light fade from the sky.
The girl from next door seemed to just appear in-front of me, as if she came from nowhere.
"Hello Clancy" she said, lighting a ciggirette of her own, and standing directly across from me, staring.
She had a certain air about her that was either confidance or arrogance, or both.
"good evening" I replied, averting my eyes.
She cleared her throught before she began speaking.
"Look, Clancy, I normally don't care what other people do in their spare time, in fact, I couldn't care less, but YOU... You are weired, yes, your up to somthing aren't you?"
I took a drag on my cigarette.
"what could a worthless lowlife like myself be up to that would warrent the interest of somone like you?" I asked her.
"Yeah well... You definitely don't SOUND like a worthless lowlife."
"your that stalker women who lives across from me aren't you?"
"I'm not a stalker" she scoffed, "just... A fan."
"what do you mean?" I asked.
"You didn't find it weired I knew your name? Clancy is Dead isn't he?"
"what? I-"
Before I could finish speaking, I could feel a sack being pulled over my head, and I was knocked out cold.

16th of March, 3001
Gangsters don't cry.
Therefore, therefore I'm.
Mr. Misty-eyed, therefore I'm.
Can you save, can you save my.
Can you save my heavy dirty soul?
For me, for me.
Can you save my heavy dirty soul?
For me, for me.

I awoke in a small, dark room, tied to a chair with ropes around my ankles and wrists.
"Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?" I called out.
The door opened.
It was the women from next door.
There was man with her, he had a dirty blonde mullet that fell to his shoulders, and he was taller then me, which wasn't difficult, but he was just as slim.
I had a fairly good chance of taking him out.
"Want a biscuit?" he asked, presenting me with a packet of biscuits from "food petrol etc."
I took one, I was starving.
"Whats the food in Trench like?" the women from next door asked.
I froze.
I hadn't heared that word in what felt like years.
"Who are you?" I asked, looking up at her.
"I'm Jenna, I live next door to you."
"How do you know who I am?"
She luaghed.
"Everyone knows who you are Clancy... You're one of the most famous people in Dema!"
"I thought the Bishops told everyone I was dead?"
"Well your clearly not by the looks of it."
"How did you recognize me?"
"I have listened to that announcement you made over one hundred times, I would recognize your voice anywhere. Then I saw Keons coming and going to your apartment."
"Wait you... You heared my announcement?"
"Yes... After you made it, there was a small uprising of some of the youth in Dema, most of us are orphans from Keons orphanage. Most of us were killed trying to escape, but there are still a few of us left... It was hard, but we manged to aquire a book called "The incomplete history of Trench" from Keons library wihtout his knowing, and we learned more about the Banditos...about how this city was really formed..."
"Why did you kidnap me?"
"We were sending you letters... But you didn't write back...so we had to resort to this."
"Your letters didn't have any return address."
"We left hints."
"I'm not as smart as you think I am."
"Yeah honestly the fact your a man is kinda disappointing, it would be way cooler if the first person to escape Dema was a women."
"Can you please just untie me?"
Jenna untied me, and I got up out of the chair.
She looked at me in awe.
"somthing wrong?" I asked her.
"No... It's just... It's crazy that we have the real Clancy... Here... In our basement."
"Im just some guy."
"You're not 'just some guy' you are the person who is going to lead our escape."
"I've heared that one before...look kids, I was a different person back then, I escaped, and I was told by the Banditos that I would be the one to lead them to victory against the Bishops... I failed them, and now most of them are dead, I'm not the right person to lead your little uprising okay? The Bishops were right... That old Clancy, he's dead."
Jenna looked at me with desperate eyes, tears welling at the edges.
"You're our last hope Clancy... Please."
"I'm sorry... But your going to have to find sombody else... My days fighting the Bishops are done, and if you want my adivice? Give up before you're all killed... Or worse."
"I- I'll show you the door."
Jenna and the blondie guy lead me out of the door and up a small flight of stairs.
We emerged in "Food, Petrol, Etc."
I looked around.
"You're basement is under this shop?"
"We own this shop."
"Intresting."
I turned around and I didn't turn back.
There was no way I was putting those kids in danger, they were better off far far away from me.

Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit.
Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit.