DEMA

Fairly Local

2nd of April, 3001
I'm fairly local, I've been around.
I've seen the streets you're walking down.
I'm fairly local, good people now.
You, bulletproof, in black like a funeral.
The world around us is burning but we're so cold.
It's the few, the proud, and the emotional.

The morning was covered in a kind of sunlight particular to spring.
It was bright, but without warmth.
My hair had gotten to the point where It touched my shoulders and I had to tie it up, which didn't bother me, apart from the fact that my bangs were starting to grow out and get in my eyes.
"You should cut your hair" BlurryFace told me as I made my way down the street towards my apartment block.
I suddenly missed the sound of birds that filled the mornings in Trench.
"I don't want to" I told him, standing against the wall to smoke a cigarette before I went inside.
"they'll ruin your lungs" BlurryFace told me.
"Drinking will ruin my brain" I replied, taking a drag.
"You'll die an untimely death Clancy."
"I don't care."
Suddenly I heared somone approach me.
It was Jenna.
"Damn," she said, "that talking to yourself thing... It's weird..."
I looked at her with slight distain.
"What do you want?" I asked her.
"To know what's really going on with you."
"What do you mean?"
"I hear you talking to yourself all the time? Who's BlurryFace? Why won't you help our group?"
"I'm not a good person, I'm morrally grey, questionable, iffy, some might even say evil... I won't do your group any good."
"You're Clancy though."
"That name doesn't mean anything."
"It does to me."
"Well you're mistaken!"
She lowered her gaze, looking upset again.
"Clancy... I-- you escaped Dema, you-- you lived with the Banditos, in Trench, you're the only person in this city who has any chance of escaping ever again."
"You're missing the part where my freinds died and I was brought back to Trench by the Bishops... I Failed."
"Please Clancy if you aren't willing to help us could you at least tell us everything you know about Trench."
"You shouldn't be doing this... You won't succeed."
"You sound like Keons!"
"I know."
"Just because he isn't a cold-blooded killer doesn't mean he isn't feeding you propaganda with every breath he takes."
"Keons has been nothing but kind to me!"
"That's what he wants you to think Clancy! Don't you see? He wants you on his side, he's grooming you into being just another pawn for him! He wants to brainwash you into becoming the same as all the other mindless zombie citizens that live here! Wake up Clancy! How deluded are you!?"
I let the smoke from my cigarette blow into Jennas face.
She started coughing and spluttering, and I went inside, her words haunting me and chilling me to the bone.

3rd of April, 3001
I'm evil to the core.
What I shouldn't do I will.
They say I'm emotional.
What I want to save I'll kill.
Is that who I truly am?
I truly don't have a chance.
Tomorrow I'll keep a beat.
And repeat yesterday's dance.

"She's wrong! She's wrong!" BlurryFace screamed at me as I walked towards "Food, petrol, etc."
I ignored him, and he screamed more, filling my head with noise and pain.
"SHE'S WRONG! CURSES AND CURSES! DON'T GO TO HER! SHE LIES! IT'S A TRICK! DON'T LISTEN TO HER!"
His blood-curdling cries set my ears on fire.
When I entered the shop he shut up.
The usual man was behind the till, the same guy who had been with Jenna when she kid-napped me.
"Fancy seeing you here" He siad.
"I'm fairly local."
"I'm aware."
"I'm looking for Jenna."
"Follow me."
I followed him trough a door behind the counter, and down a flight if stairs.
He brought me into what must have been the main room.
The walls were covered in newspaper clippings that mentioned me and drawings of trench.
There were pictures of me up there too.
Jenna was sitting at a desk, and turned around when she heared us walk in.
She looked suprised to see me.
"Thankyou, Ned" she said.
Ned nodded and left the room.
Jenna looked at me, judging me harshly with a glare of her eyes.
"You've changed your mind?" she asked hopfully.
"Uhm... Yeah I-- I guess" I replied, there was somthing about her that quelled my ability to converse smoothly.
She got up and walked towards me, she wore an oversized brown sweater, a pair of green cargo pants and a worn out pair of doc Martin's.
"Clancy" she said, "I want you to help us escape Dema."
"Okay... Tell me more."
Jenna's eyes filled with joy, and she pulled me over to her desk.
"okay, so," she began, "Our group is called FPE, it's stands for, 'The Few, the Proud, and the Emotional' I named it myself, now there are only four of us, after a Failed Permimiter Escape, which is where we got the FPE from, twenty one of the original twenty five members were killed. We are still here though, and we are determined to escape."
"Escaping won't save the people of Dema" I told her.
"What do you mean?"
Thats when I told her, I told her about how I don't rembember my early years at all, about how the Bishops held me in their towers for so long, I told her about how I escaped thanks to sharing dreams with Josh, I told her about the Banditos, and their camp, and the prophecy that said I was the one who would lead the Banditos to victory against Dema, I told her about how I could morph, and set fire to things, I told her about how we stole the compass, and about our journey.
I left out the part at the end, the part where I killed Josh and the others.
I told her that Nico killed them.
Even though I know it was me.
I killed them.
I don't tell her about BlurryFace either, she can't ever know.
"You've been trough a lot" she said.
"I know."
"Damn... This is so much bigger then any of us could have imagined..."
"To ever truly be free, we must free the entirety of Dema."
"That's gonna take a lot of... Well... Firepower."
"You have the famous Clancy now."
"Your not just a crazy alchie headcase after all."
"You really thought I was?"
"I had my doubts about you."
I rolled my eyes and sat down.
"How'd you get your hands on this place?" I asked her.
"It's a cover up" she replied, "Food, Petrol Etc... FPE."
"Wow... You really are good with words."
"My letters not prove that?"
"They were written... Above avregely I suppose."
"And how would you know?"
"I'm a poet."
"Wow... Care to share some of your poetry?"
"Hmmmmmmmm........... No" I mused, before getting up and heading towards the door.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"I have to get home... How often to you guys hold meetings?"
"Every day."
"I'll see tomorrow then." I told her before darting out of the door.
I felt more alive then I had in months, I had a reoson to live.
I didn't know what I thought of Jenna, she was unlike anyone I had ever met before.
She had an air of confidence, a knowingness that subtly let the people around her know that she knew she was more intelligent then them.
I think I had finnaly found somone to share my abstract thoughts and ideas with again.
If FPE is successful, it could be the end of Dema.
For good.

I'm not evil to the core.
What I shouldn't do I will fight.
I know I'm emotional.
What I want to save I will try.
I know who I truly am.
I truly do have a chance.
Tomorrow I'll switch the beat.
To avoid yesterday's dance.