The End of Everything

Apologies

Thia's POV

I don't know why I figured I'd just be able to walk outside and find Andy when I didn't even know where to look. So I did the last thing I wanted to. I talked to Terminus the armless statue god who was still around but ignored for the most part.  Not to mention a majority of his statues had been demolished during the Civil War and not replaced. In truth, it was rather sad and unfortunate.

"Hey Terminus," I waved.

"Hello young Thia." His voice was as loud, commanding, and annoying as ever. "What can I do for you?"

"I need help finding someone," I smiled, trying to be polite.

"Oh I see. Well, who are you looking for?" He turned his head and I could imagine him lifting an invisible hand to shield his eyes from the sun.

"A boy named Andy," I explained, tucking my hands in my pockets. Terminus raised his stone eyebrows.

"Andy Griffin? The trouble maker? Bad boy supreme?" Terminus scoffed. "Why you're far too young and sweet to be hanging out with him."

"Actually, he helped me when I was in trouble and I didn't properly thank him. I was actually rather rather rude and I was going to apologize to him," I explained, frowning slightly. How on earth did everyone think he was such a bad person? I mean maybe he messed up a lot from the sound of things but that didn't determine his character. Then again, I'd made the same assumption. I suppose I wasn't too different from other judgmental people.

"Hah. Well, I'm afraid I can't tell you. I'm not going to face the wrath of your parents if you get into trouble for hanging out with riff raff and ruffians. Good day." And that was that. There was no point in trying to argue with Terminus. It never went well for those who tried.

"Terminus. If you tell me I'll do something for you in return." This immediately piqued his interest.

"Well...my neck is a bit stiff and I do have an itch," he mumbled.

"Consider it done." Moving, I scratched lightly at his stony neck causing him to sigh. If statues could relax I assumed he was.

"If I recall correctly the young man was hanging out at the Anarchy club," Terminus noted. "Oh right there that feels nice."

"Anarchy club? What's that?" I asked. "Where is it?"

"I believe it's on the south side of town underground in the sewers. That's all I know," Terminus explained.

"Thanks T. I won't tell anyone you told me where to go," I promised, already running off and out of ear shot to his reply. Terminus's has directed me to the South side . I knew where that was but is was one of the farthest point of camp. The oldest part as well.

It wasn't hard to find as the man hole cover had a white A spray painted on it. Even just opening it a sliver I could hear music vibrating around in the space below. I wondered if anyone knew it was there or if they just didn't care. More importantly I wondered if my Mom knew the place existed.

Pushing the cover aside, I climbed down the rusty ladder and pulled it back over the hole. Music bounced around the walls and it was a wonder I wasn't deaf. I recognized the song. It was Volatile Times by IAMX.

And fortunately for me, there was only one way to go. A tunnel to the right. So, sucking in a breath I made my way down its length. It curved slightly and as I neared the end I noticed different colored lights strobing off the walls. Purple, blue, and white mixing together in a fire of colors.

The smell was a bit weird but I was immediately distracted as the tunnel opened up into a larger chamber. Dozens of people milled about dancing or hanging out with friends.