dreams

Renaissance man part 1

Venice had sunk under water and some humans had the ability to breath under water. On the main land an entirely new city was build looking like Dubai. Under water however, people lived in the old houses. Mainly junkies, criminals and sex workers. I had the bad fortune of having to spend the night in one of these houses, although the girl who lived there was very nice. She had freckles and cotton candy pink hair, making her look somewhat like a mermaid. At this point a few heavily armed people stormed in, up front a very dark skinned woman about 28 years old. She had dreads that came all the way down to her ass, and despite my deep fear I still felt undeniably attracted to her. She pointed a katana at me and told me I had to follow her. I looked around for an escape route, and ran through the nearest door. I looked around and saw my pink haired friend had already disappeared. Regardless of disappointment I felt relieved since I did not have to worry for her safety. The woman and her male compatriots followed me, and managed to grab my arm. She twisted it around forcing me to fall on my knees. She hit my head with the blunt end of her katana and all went black. When I woke up I felt my hands were bound and the two males carried me through the narrow street as the woman walked up front. I felt the cool breeze of the dense water run through my clothes, and I wish I didn't feel so helpless. I toppled my head backwards to see where we were going, but immediately regretted it due to the throbbing in my head. One of the men noticed I was awake and they dropped my feet on the ground. I was happy feeling the hard soil, but I felt worse knowing I had to walk now. We walked through a gate, and I saw an the old ruin of a palace, obviously harmed by decades of salt water corrosion. A large fish was calmly swimming past us, unaware of my perdicament. As we entered the palace, I wanted to take my time to admire the marble floor, and beautifully sculpted pillars, but the men quickly pushed me forward. We walked through a final archway and stopped in front of a throne. On it sat a peculiar looking man. He had long dark brown hair and an equally long beard making him look somewhat like those Renaissance paintings of Jesus were it not for his pale skin and long leather coat. His attire in general looked more like that of a homeless person than any crimelord. It did think it wise to bestow him some respect however and calmly waited for him to speak. The guard quite suddenly pushed me forward, leading me to fall on my knees. I winched as my left knee split open on a tiny rock. I looked back at him very angrily, but he grabbed the back of my hair and forced me to look at the Renaissance man sitting in his throne. His piercing brown eyes inspected my face as if he could read my entire life story with just one look. I felt uncomfortable but could not look away as the guard would not let go of my hair. Then the woman started talking. "We found her in one of the girls houses." "I believe in Candy's house. We've already found her as well. She will be punished accordingly, my Lord." She the bowed, leading me to think that this man was used to a high measure of respect. That alone made me want to spit in his face, but immediately realized that would be quite impossible, as any fluids would just float away. He then stood up and walked from the steps of his marble throne towards me. He bend through his knees and got on my eyelevel, and spoke his first words to me. "Do you even know why you are here?" Indeed I did not, but I also did not want to give him the satisfaction of hearing my shaking voice. Instead I stared at him with a burning hatred. Admittedly he had not yet done much to warrant this, but my knee hurt like a motherfucker. He stood up and looked done on me. "I'll take that as a no. You've come into my city, without payment, and without permission." At this I snickered. "My city?" I repeated with a clear sense of loathing in my voice. He no longer smiled, "Lady", he said. The woman with the katana turned around and sharply cut my cheek. I knew the cut could not be more than a few millimeters, but seeing the blood float out of my cheek made my vision very cloudy. I tried to put my hands over my face, but they were still bound, so I struggled to get them free. This simple action happened in half a second, but I could see it made the Renaissance man smirk, which oy increased my hatred for him. "Relax, he said "it will heal. And maybe this will teach you not to mock me again." He started to walk up the steps of his throne again, and I felt a speech of mob boss sized proportions coming up. As he sat down the Renaissance man began his speech. "My name is Jesus and this is my city." I truly doubted this was the name he was born with, but I supressed a smile knowing the katana was still far too close to my face. "The girls you tried to meddle with are my children and you have cut down my business, for too long now." It was true that I had tried to help my friends, the woman in the lower town, find a better future. I had found them jobs above the water, that had gotten them away from the dealings of their respective pimps and abusive (ex) boyfriends. "Now what I need from you, my girl," Those words alone made my stomach turn. "Is to be paid back. In full. You can either take over the business they left off, or pay back the full amount of money. Now considering the fact that you were found sleeping in Candy's house, I'm assuming you don't have ten thousand euros just lying about." I visibly gulped. I indeed did not have that amount of money, but I figured I would take the first offer and just run away. "And I don't think any men would make it out of your bedchamber alive, with the kind of temper you have already displayed. So I have a third option my child. There is a man in the upper town, that I need to dispose of, in a way that does not lead back to me. Now if you don't do it, Lady over here." She smiled at me and lifted up her katana as he spoke his last words. "Will cut your little pink haired friends in a hundred pieces and make you eat her for breakfast." He grinned at me, as I was clearly struck with a panic. If I had to pick between Candy's life and that if a random man, I would always pick her. However, I could not in my right mind murder an innocent man as a part of a crime Lord's master plan. I would become the thing I had fought against all these years. I decided to lie and repentantly agree with him, he seemed convinced by my acting and let me go after having the guards cut my bonds. Once they dumped me back in the street, my mind started working overtime. I went back to Candy's house and tried to find evidence of her abduction. I quickly found it in the form of a piece of pink hair pinned to the door by a dagger. The hair was accompanied by a letter, explaining me whom I had to kill, and describing another dozen vague scenarios of what would happen to candy if I didn't comply. It wasn't very original, but it was effective. I swam up to the surface and looked out over the dunken world hidden under the water. After deciding on a plan I found my victim soon enough. I notified him of the imminent danger on his life, and went to staging his death. The man was happy to oblige although it felt heavy on his heart to leave his family for two weeks, so I could arrange accommodations for Candy's and my own safety. After a few days the plan had come together and I was standing in the back of his fake funeral. His wife was devastated, but I figured she'd be grateful in the end, when I felt a tap on my right shoulder. I looked at the cold metal, and came face to face with my old enemy. The katana. My cheek, immediately stung, even though the wound had almost completely healed already. "Jesus is very pleased." Said the woman standing behind me. "I care not for his pleasure, I remarked. Where is my friend?" She's back at her house." Lady answered. "Your debt has been settled for now, but Jesus has requested your presence." "Come back to the palace tomorrow evening." She said. Then the cold metal slipped off of my shoulder, and lady disapeared into the sea, behind the graveyard. Jesus requesting my presence has thrown a kink in my plan, and it mend I had to bring Candy to the safehouse even sooner.