A/N - So I'm finally getting around to posting my backlog on here. Took me long enough, I think. Enjoy.
Click. Click. Click. Click. One. Two. Three. Four. Right. Left. Right. Left. Run. Run. Run. Run. Do. Not. Stop. Click. Click. Click. Click. Go. Go. Past. Here. Right. Left. Right. Left. Click. Click. Click. Click. This. Place. Is. Not. Good. Click. Click. Click. Click. Run. Run. Run. Run. It. Is. Too. Dark. Click. Click. Click. Click. Right. Left. Right. Left. They. Will. Get. You. Click. Click. Click. Click.
The sound of boots on paving stone echoed throughout the night. It was dark. It was always dark. Night used to seem bright. The stars and the moon shined, once. On a cool night such as this one could go out and look at the stars. The owner of the boots paused for a second, breaking the perfect metronomic rhythm. A gaunt face looked up at the blank sky. Black, painted like a canvas. And he wondered where the world went wrong.
Click. Click. Click. Click. One. Two. Three. Four. Left. Right. Left. Right. Walk. Walk. Walk. Walk. Must. Get. There. Click. Click. Click. Click. No. Time. To. Waste. Left. Right. Left. Right. Click. Click. Click. Click. This. Place. Is. Too. Full. Click. Click. Click. Click. Walk. Walk. Walk. Walk. It. Is. Too. Bright. Click. Click. Click. Click. Left. Right. Left. Right. It. Is. Too. Perfect. Click. Click. Click. Click.
The sound of high heels on sidewalk was almost lost in the mess of the day. It was bright. Obnoxiously bright, reflected off of windows and sidewalks. Cheerily bright. As if trying to blind all who dared walk in the mid-day sun. The owner of the heels paused for a second,, breaking the perfect, metronomic rhythm. A worn face looked in a shop window. Perfectly arranged. And she wondered where society went wrong.
Click. Click. Click. Click. One. Two. Three. Four. Left. Right. Left. Right. March. March. March. March. Just. Keep. Going. Click. Click. Click. Click. Just. Blend. In. Right. Left. Right. Left. Click. Click. Click. Click. Be. The. Same. Click. Click. Click. Click. March. March. March. March. Do. What. They. Say. Click. Click. Click. Click. Right. Left. Right. Left. Be. One. Of. Them. Click. Click. Click. Click.
The sound of a hundred feet hitting the ground in perfect unison echoed off the buildings. The sky was a perfect grey. No sun. No moon. Just grey. Perfect weather. One pair of feet paused for a minute, breaking the perfect metronomic rhythm. A young face looked at the men around him. Perfectly in step. And he wondered where his life went wrong.
Click. Click. Click. Click. One. Two. Three. Four. Right. Left. Right. Left. Strut. Strut. Strut. Strut. Don't. Look. Down. Click. Click. Click. Click. They. Are. Worth. Less. Right. Left. Right. Left. Click. Click. Click. Click. Do. Not. Talk. Click. Click. Click. Click. Strut. Strut. Strut. Strut. They. Are. Scum. Click. Click. Click. Click. Right. Left. Right. Left. Be. A. Bove. Them. Click. Click. Click. Click.
The sound of perfectly shined leather shoes was lost amidst the crowd. They reflected the pale artificial light that filtered down. No sun. No moon. Just florescent. The owner of the shoes paused, breaking the perfect metronomic rhythm. A pale face looked at the lights. Perfect ambiance. And he wondered where everything went wrong.