34 Days 6 hours and 10 minutes later
When I was young there used to be a myth, a story told around the glowing Tee Vee sets at the schooling centres. The older kids would gather us around and tell us why the rain always fell.
I can't recall exactly how it went; however it was something like this.
Each drop of rain that tumbled gracefully from the dirty grey skies of Mort was the soul of an innocent who was slain by cruelty or injustice. No matter where they died they would be drawn to Mort and look down upon us all. Their souls would grow heavy with sadness at the horrible sights and unfairness of the world of progress. It would fill them with sorrow too heavy to bear. After a while they could handle it no more. So just before they let themselves move on to a world of sun and green grass, with no killers or rival companies they would create one tear full of all the goodness and light they could find inside of them and release it. These tears would fall from far above and they would take the badness from what ever they touched, this is why life on the surface levels was wonderful, safe and clean. We knew this to be true because of the images shown by the Tee Vee. But sadly the tears could only hold so much wickedness. So as they fell further into Down Town they could not take all the badness away, until finally they could hold no more and the evil would burst out. This is why the further down you go the worse it gets. Each time the story ended, I would promise myself that I would get to the top, into the world that was clean and good, and help others get there.I lay here cold wet, shivering in the pure clean rain. The rough alley wall presses against my back. I'm not sure how I got here. I wake up some nights usually at home but sometimes like tonight I wake up in a strange place, a street or alley even some else's room. I'm always soaked through with rain, sometimes however, like tonight sometimes it's more than rain. I usually stand up; like I am now leaving a crimson smear against the wall then I walk out into the rain, with my hands in the air feeling the cool clean drops sluice the depravity away. I watch it leave in pale red rivers pooling at my feet before being washed away down some drain. I understand what Flesh Carver was trying to do now. He too was once a little boy and heard those same stories. Perhaps he made the same promise as me, in front of the flickering temple of Tee Vee. I now know what has to be done to save those below, if enough tears fall then all the badness on all the levels can be washed away. I know others would not understand, so I keep it secret. After nights like this I hear from Carver, he sends a package and letter. The letter always asks if I know the truth. That he will come to me when I am ready. I want to tell him I understand now, that I am ready. I want to tell him we can work together to make the World of Progress a better place. The package usually contains a piece of the latest martyr. I keep these so the innocents who sacrificed themselves for us all will be remembered. I hide our secret well. To the public and SLA, I am a typical operative working hard and helping keep the World of Progress safe. To those whom I deem are worthy for the ultimate sacrifice to help save us all, they know the real me, they thank me for it you know, each tear that drops from their eyes is a thank you. They know what the secret is at their end. It's hard though I can tell no one, except Carver, our secret is so important I even keep it from myself. After all every one in the World of Progress has a dark secret.
Time to forget?
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