Ambush the Sun

Venus in Neon

Chapter one: Venus in Neon

"Can I sit here?" A voice echoed on the right side of Venus's head. She didn't bother to open her eyes, there were a great few things that Venus was bothered to do these days and this was one of them. The train was unusually busy for a Sunday night, perhaps it had much to do with the broadcast last night:

"The sun has an estimated 6 months before the light that once was will burn no longer."

Venus thought it was all very poetic but honestly she had no care for the end of the world. If the end was near, no amount of panic or fear would save it. So she decided she would go down the not caring route.

Venus assumed the busy train meant other people hadn't taken her suit and were rushing to visit loves ones, or doing everything they hadn't done before they died.

Venus reason for being on the night train to Codus wasn't because of either of the above. Tonight was like any Sunday she would have, world coming to the end or not. She was going to Bingbe to club the early morning away, with so-called friends and get high off the revolutionary mind-fuck drug Eden.

Venus continued to ignore the hippy dressed man till he gave up and slouched in the seat opposite her.

Sometimes Venus was thankful that every outfit she wore in her eyes wasn't complete unless she wore huge sunglasses. It may have looked like she was still asleep but her eyes were now open and watching the century-old dressed man sitting in front of her staring at her attire. There once was a name for kids like her...cyberpunk they once called it.

She had black pixie-cut hair with buzzed neon green sides. Her nose was pierced twice; a ring in her right nostril the other in her septum. She wore bright violet lipstick which contrasted with her deep brown skin, her eyebrows were made of blue glitter which she had done surgically. She wore a lace black dress with a neon 'holy grail' t-shirt underneath and patterned holey tights and thick pleather deep red boots; not forgetting her thick rimmed sunglasses which had holographic reflector lenses.

It wasn't a fact that she wasn't dressed uniquely, it was a fact that she was bothered to even be dressed at all. About the 3rd of the population dressed like Venus but she didn't crave uniqueness she craved normality.

She watched as the man in front of her obliviously stared back, he was the total opposite of Venus he craved individuality more than he craved life.

She slipped her frames down the bridge of her nose revealing her trippy fluorescent brown eyes, his eyes widened. She didn't say a word nor did he, but he knew wherever she was going tonight he was going too.