Interesting story, Mokrie. I found it a little odd that it quickly changes from synopsis-esque story-telling to a first-person narrative, but enjoyed how it left the fate of this world to be later developed by the reader.
One Man's Garbage is Another Man's Treasure
"Why the sudden change of heart, Sammy? ...May I still call you 'Sammy'?"
"Call me whatever the hell you want. This doesn't change anything. Actions heed consequences; I'm sure someone of your experience knows just that."
"I'm simply questioning your compliance - or lack thereof. Did your conscience fail you? Is any last trace of what you call an obviously offset morale code ripping at the seams? Is this man of blue suddenly..."
"Enough. You have no room to talk."
"Do I now? I'm sure your duties serving the city hold a candle to your, what would it be, extra salary. If I may call it so, your 'under-the-table' finances."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Of course not. I'm the bad guy. The bad seed planting an evil plot along all the alleyways, rooftops, and other infectious buildings rooting themselves in this two-faced town. This face that you choose to see, it speaks no truth, it shows no love, no order. Any accusation I may spit out is nothing more than garbage."
"How so, officer? What can you inquire about me that concerns the type of person I am?"
"Do you not think committing several counts of murder and theft accounts for anything? You're a criminal. The scum beneath this city."
"That's harsh words coming from you, officer."
"I find it rather fitting."
"Fitting for one whom thrives on deviance from the law? Is that what makes me 'scum?'"
"Yes. You make your mistakes, I take you away. It's a spectrum, and we're on the ends."
"Spectrum? I like that idea, but one does not exist between us. How can there be a line drawn between two similar objects?"
"I'm not you."
"You're right; we are very similar, but - unlike you - I don't wear a uniform."
"It's much more than a uniform! It's honor, integrity..."
"How can you question my integrity when it is yours in question? Despite what the man upstairs tells you, the world isn't black and white, officer; rather, it is only white, produced by a spectrum of colors, combining as one."
"You make no sense."
, officer. People live by beliefs; a right one holds dear. There are so many. It's what makes this world so colorful. Whether you like mine or not, it still exists, and it's still a colorful addition. It is the individuals like you that disrupt this balance."
"There only exists the balance of justice. You're painting yourself as just a hypocrit."
"You only speak these truer words of yourself. How can you accept bribes from 'scum' like me and still be able to sleep with yourself comfortably, knowing you hide behind a badge? I am myself, everyday. Before you choose to lay judgement unto others, you obviously need to fix that mirror you choose to not look into."
"I said enough!"
"Before they take me away, officer, I'd like to say, 'See you soon.' For once they strip that blue from you, everyone will see that you're only black underneath."Next Theme:
Booze and bandages
Edited by TheJonesy, 19 June 2012 - 04:13 AM.