A Date with Time
Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2019 10:28 pm
Hamis 28, 2719....
Nearly seven months had passed since Sednai had first killed. She had stopped morally low in her 27 years, stealing, framing, and lying through the arms of the law. It was survival by allowing her to obtain needs; never had she truly been in the immediate vicinity of death. Yet, in Dentis, Sednai had been forced to squeeze her moral of “do no harm.” In a Resistance plot, Sednai had been cornered by two Seventen and forced to kill or be killed. In the moment, it was instinct, done without thought. Yet, for seven months, Sednai had not been able to stop pondering that night.She had killed first a young woman in her early twenties with a long auburn braid dripping down the back of her green uniform. She had pretty pale skin and scared grey eyes that betrayed the anger with which she pursued Sednai. Sednai’s vision and hearing had been shocked temporarily in the explosion of dust and rubble, but she had seen the shadows of the woman behind her partner, a stocky man with red-blonde hair and hard brown eyes. Two pursuers, and two daggers at Sednai’s control. She had moved quickly, knowing she had to act before the Mona danced for them. She had ran first at the man and swept under his arms to slide her dagger into his knee, forcing down on one knee before she used his body as a step stool and kept at her. The fear in her eyes had stained Sednai’s vision, but she had to kill to survive.
By the next week, The paper came with its headline announcing the tragedy of the week, and the girl’s fave was there. Her name was Sylvia. She was twenty-four, engaged to her longtime sweetheart, and her parents’ only child. And Sednai had ripped her away from everything and everyone in a second. It was then that Sednai realized how little death cared. He did not differentiate between someone like Sylvia who he the hearts of the world holding her and Sednai who, as she thought of a reversed situation, would be forgotten from the world the moment she left it. She had spent so long working alone and running away from who she was that she had not taken a moment to stop and look around at the world and it’s people. She was nearing 30, and she hadn’t anyone in the world who would write her or even think up her a nice piece in the paper. Realizing the fragility is life, Sednai decided to stop dwelling on death and live, not for the future, but for the present.
It had taken her two months to find Luther. Luther has been met in Sednai’s early says of resisting, before the death of her best friend and a desolate lifestyle causes her to withdraw. Luther— Pinto, as he was known for his horses— was a man of swift getaways and delivery by land. And he was a man hard to reach because of his variable location. Yet, Sednai had, with Cecelia’s help, written him, and he had responded. Now, Sednai waited outside the door, the simple olive dress Teuila had gifted her over St. Grumble’s blowing in the Hamis breeze. She could barely remember Luther’s face, but his smile was vivid in her mind. She hoped his smile hadn’t changed.