The Dam Universe

Horizon

A gleaming sparkle over the horizon glistened into my sharpshooter eye. A gem of a dark desolate world coalesced into what I saw before me. A breathtaking sight the likes of which I haven't seen in years. It was as if god left a proud statue of humanity in this wasteland.

The sounds roared and howled all across the night sky like the aurora borealis. A flurry of colours and movement swept through my brain like an abstract art museum. The dust and debris around the gorgeous city made the sight even more beautiful.

A life of happiness and salvation inside the borders of the lush concrete jungle. An oasis in the sands of the waste. The revving of engines broke the sounds of the jungle below.

As the sun set higher and higher in the sky the glass pillars in the sky sparkled like diamond stalagmites. The roaring clouds ahead and pure blue sky made the city even more tempting.

A hopeful despair and dread swept across my flesh making me crave salvation in the city sized temple. As the midday sun rolled along it grew hotter and hotter. My feet boiled and screamed like lobsters in a pot. The shifting sands of rust cut my feet little by little. A trail of red bread crumbs crawled lazily behind as I trudged along the orange sands. Metal shards cut my legs clean open until i couldn't walk. I sat.Looking at the city that i would never get to.

A piece of me gave up and broke down. Lying in the sand waiting for heatstroke to strike my body with a furry unlike any other.The sun's heartbeat slowly closing in on my bacon burnt body.

A shadow of an elephant-sized creature stood above me. A torrent of emotion and fear flushed my face with impeccable timing. The large shadowy figure lifted me from the ground. The red sands were now below me. The air of this height felt only slightly cooler. I closed my eyes.

When I opened them I saw menagerie of fluorescent lights. The feeling of cold refreshing air battered my face with a delight of unmatched proportions. An IV needle was in my arm. Liquid was waterfalling into my veins and I felt refreshed. The ground shook for a second. It was odd. I realized I had no idea where I was. The incessant feeling of pleasure blinded me from what was around me. There were windows and we were moving. I was in the back of van or it looked like van. The windows were black and what little I could see was beautiful. The blackened out image of a city of lights and colour. I was in the gleaming gem.

A plethora of ads and stop lights fluttered there way into my eyes. The hypnotic sound of jazz and classical music illuminated from the sidewalk. The excessive parties and life belittled my own. I felt overwhelmed at the magnitude at which this was happening. The windows of the car opened in the back. The aroma of freshly made food and coffee invaded my nose with an army of thousands.

The people in the front were talking as though I was still asleep, "So we taking him to the boss or the house, Hen?"

"We'll bring him to the boss man. He'll want someone as tough as this guy"

The pleasure of all i felt coming into the city slowly vanished as the anxiety flooded my brain. I started to shake like an addict looking for a fix. My arm started to hurt from the needle being rattled around. The car abruptly stopped. I could hear the guys talking, but I couldn't make it out what they were saying. The front doors opened with bold confidence.

The faint sound of footsteps accompanied the sounds of the city around us. The footsteps stopped and they started talking to other people. I could make out that is about me. As they droned on and on the fear intensified as impatiently waited for my already determined fate with this "Boss man". All the things around me were slowly being downplayed by those two men. The footsteps continued. The back doors flew opened. Two men of about average height and freshly pressed suits. One man wore a bandana and sunglasses to cover his face from me. The other only wore sunglasses. His skin was as white as snow. His hair brown like the dirt in the forest. His voice raspy as if he smoked cigarettes for years. They gestured me to move forward, "Sorry sir, we have to remove the needle from your arm." the pale one said.