New Middleport: The Senses of Weiland Kershaw - CH 1, Free PreviewPosted on the 27 June 2012 by Stlakata
Chapter 1 (Weiland Kershaw)
I know something is wrong when the shower cuts off. It’s fortunate that all showers are only programmed for two minutes; otherwise, whoever has entered my hole of an apartment might’ve gotten the drop while I rinsed the daily filth. You wouldn’t think that two minutes is enough time to break into an apartment quietly, but I guess it wouldn’t be a normal day without someone being killed.
“Do you hear that Weiland?” I remember when my dad would sit me underneath the bathroom sink during his showers. The cabinet doors to the sink would be closed, and it was his way of trying to adapt my ears to hear beyond outside noises. I respond as innocently as possible, “Other than the water?” My dad appreciated my humor when I was ready to answer his questions correctly. He used to say that humor is the only way to see beyond the sunshine.
“The stove is on. I can hear the coils firing up.” My dad acknowledges me with a quick laugh, which means he’s very happy that I’ve guessed correctly. He adds, “Soon you’ll be able to notice the change in temperature, but there will be time for that.” He exits the shower and I stay below until he’s gotten dressed. My father always wanted me to be able to feel or know the answer by experiencing the solution rather than attempting to guess. This would include hiding underneath the sink to test my sense of hearing, jumping from the tall dresser to the mattress on the floor to test my sense of velocity and timing, and sometimes he would teach me to recognize traps that could harm, not only the senses that I had been attempting to acutely increase, but my life as well.
My dad would tell me that having a sense of things can help to avoid bad situations, but also there would come a time when I would want to have companionship beyond “dear old dad.” I didn’t understand at such a young age, but he eventually made me realize that relying on your senses would help you to trust others; however, more times than not these instincts would tell you who not to trust. He would take me to public displays to help me understand the consequences of trusting the wrong person. These displays are always in various locations, so sometimes we would trek to the ends of the city to watch. The additional reprimand of these shows is the fact that they’re done near the residence of relatives whenever possible, which is almost a blessing compared to being displayed at the center of New Middleport. There has never been a sole survivor that was displayed at the center. This area is the most vacant part of the city, because people are afraid to make a mistake when they are so close to what everyone has deemed the death show.
“Do you remember where the weapons are hidden in the apartment? Do you remember where all the exits are in the apartment? Do you remember where you should go when you are in absolute danger?” My answer was always the same.
It’s a three man team this time. Anyone that’s not a tracker calls them the breeds. They normally scour the areas beyond the city, as they are the only ones besides the rulers that are legally allowed to leave Middleport, but they must be stretched for help if the breeds are coming across my doorstep for a second time. They’re in charge of New Middleport recruitment, which is the rulers’ way of making them sound light-hearted like they’re going around and teaching people how to toast marshmallows. Breeds are thug trackers that abduct individuals or even whole families for many reasons that are not for the faint of heart. New Middleport is always in need of workers, spies, thugs, enforcers, and even bait. If you get abducted, death will come one way or the other.
The rulers are good that way. They have their ways of smoking out those that would vocalize displeasure with their city. Spies are endless in the port. They can be a stranger, they can be a friend, or they can even be a family member. A spy has one goal, which is to catch someone doing something wrong and let the rulers make an example of those that are caught. A spy is a bottom feeder, because they’ll accept anything as a reward to be a spy. Some are forced into being a spy, but it’s still a choice to betray those closest to you. There’s no denying that the term killed has become a staple in the daily life of port people. The port is the nickname for New Middleport, because most people have to struggle to find used goods, let alone anything remotely new and there’s nothing middle class about such poor living conditions.
“Now where was I? Oh, right. You and your two thugs, excuse me, you and these two now quiet thugs were looking for something in this residence.” The third breed is looking up at me from one knee, grasping the other in obvious pain. I put the blade so close to his eye he doesn’t dare blink because of fear that he will get cut again. The other two were fortunate. They went quickly and without the fear. Blood is pooling up so quickly around his feet now, I give him a quick smirk knowing that I’ve cut him correctly. “If you were lucky enough to bring liquid protein that cut might not end your life.” His eyes give him away.
His glance toward one of his fallen trackers tells me they have some. The thug knows there's only one end coming between the two of us now that I know there's something of value and he makes a futile attempt to pull a knife from his boot. His fingertips can only wish they were close enough to grab at something as he tastes another quick stab. At this point, he can only squirm at his neck as he falls to the floor. He gives me his final pale stare within a few seconds. It is a gruesome scene, but nothing less if they would've gotten their hands on me first. At least I gave them some dignity of ending it without demonstration.
© 2011 S. T. Lakata
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