Chapter Two- The Unsuspecting Butterfly
A Note From the Author- Wow. it's been awhile since I updated, heh. Actually, I have more written to this chapter (cause I wanted the chapters to be ~longer~), but I reached a certain point where I'm kind of *stuck*, meaning I KNOW what I want to happen next, but cant think of the right words to put it as, and I'm not going to write crap just for the sake of getting another chapter out. Also, the next few chapters will be a bit more Midvalley-centered, but you'll see why soon enough, I'm hoping. Anyway, here it is. ^_^
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The ingredients that created the planet was an easy recipe to master, one that was stale in the mouths of its inhabitants. The dry sand starched with the bitter taste of blood, the sweat and tears originating from the hard labor, daily hardships, and meaningless sacrifices. Despite all of these difficult obstacles to overcome, humans strived to carry on with their wasteful existences anyway. What was to be gained by preserving the human race? It's a question that plagued his thoughts constantly, a true enigma of the parasites flocking about without a care in the world of those around them. Life was an uphill battle, surely they would welcome their superior in every aspect to carry their burden, allow them to reach their end.
Amber eyes seemed to glow from behind their curtain of steel-blue hair to the saxophone player seated across from him. Dubbed the name, Midvalley the Hornfreak, Master gave very little information about this character. Legato studied with a critic's eye the one Master deemed worthy enough to work by His side, to temporarily escape the glorious wings of Death. No human being could be classified as worthy. It boggled all of Legatos' senses. He felt he was being left out of the loop, and he probably had a damn good reason to be too. After all, he was merely human too. He was capable of mistakes, capable of not being able to comprehend the true scope of his Masters' plans. Legato was human, he'd admit that much. But he also felt superior to his own species. No mere mortal could manipulate another's actions. That reassured him, as his conscious reasserted his purpose for remaining loyally by his Master's side.
Despite the consistent, frosty glare he gave this man, Legato had to admit to himself the aura this Hornfreak possessed appealed to him. If the situation was different, he would make a decent right-hand man by Legato's side, but he would never go so far as trusting him. Legato never trusted anyone, save Him of course. The world was full of liars, cheaters, and con artists. Oh yeah, there were also those cold-hearted murders too.
Legato guessed he could classify himself as one too.
Midvalley meanwhile continued to keep his train of thought on anything but his current predicament.
Dammit, how the hell did I wind up in this goddamn mess?
Midvalley closed his eyes, pretending to be dozing off for a quick nap in front of Legato. Instead, his thoughts, his emotions dragged him back to the past- only 3 days ago precisely to when he could call life more "normal" by his standards.
Flashback
"Goodnight. See you guys tomorrow." Midvalley called over his shoulder to the two retreating figures that were his fellow band mates.
It was the end to another night of performing in front of some of Gunsmokes' most distinguished political leaders and wealthly entrepreneurs. The pay was decent, and it allowed him to do what he enjoyed most in life, besides the occasional booze and double-dollar whore, and that was committing his life to the saxophone.
He was a child prodigy to the world of music, he could play them all: the guitar, the piano, the drums, etc. To him, to learn the basic fundamentals on how to master each instrument was as easy as tying your shoe. But, his heart belonged to the saxophone. Midvalley felt as if he was in a whole nether world once his lips contoured the mouthpiece to his beloved Sylvia.
Ah, Sylvia. We've been through so much, haven't we? Midvalley silently communicated to his prized instrument, running a callused hand down her spine.
He wandered down the streets of York that faithful night passing the drunks, the gamblers, and even that prostitute that flashed her cleavage in front of Midvalley's face. It was so hard to resist not scooping that delicate body into his strong arms and whisking her away back to his apartment where he could give them a night neither would forget anytime soon, but his eyelids weighed heavy as they yearned for sleep. Both settled for their lips locking in a kiss that made Midvalley's insides burn, burn to let himself enter this tender creature, as he slipped a wad of cash into her bosom.
It was so very hard to walk away.
"A splendid performance tonight. It was quite soothing to my ears."
Midvalley paused in mid-step, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Glad you enjoyed it." And with those words, he continued forth down the dirt road.
"I don't believe I was finished talking."
"Didn't know you had more to say."
"You really should be more aware of your surroundings." Footsteps trailed close behind, "Otherwise, the spider just might get the jump on the unsuspecting butterfly."
"Yeah? Well, maybe I should spread my wings and fly away, unless you can give me a good reason why I should stop now." Midvalley turned the corner onto a deserted side street, "Maybe then, I'll reconsider."
The footsteps slowed down, then stopped.
"Because you are the one I have been seeking. Midvalley the Hornfreak, leader of the Gung-Ho Guns."
flashback end *** And thank you for those who have, and will R&R this. feedback means a lot to me! ^_^
A Note From the Author- Wow. it's been awhile since I updated, heh. Actually, I have more written to this chapter (cause I wanted the chapters to be ~longer~), but I reached a certain point where I'm kind of *stuck*, meaning I KNOW what I want to happen next, but cant think of the right words to put it as, and I'm not going to write crap just for the sake of getting another chapter out. Also, the next few chapters will be a bit more Midvalley-centered, but you'll see why soon enough, I'm hoping. Anyway, here it is. ^_^
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The ingredients that created the planet was an easy recipe to master, one that was stale in the mouths of its inhabitants. The dry sand starched with the bitter taste of blood, the sweat and tears originating from the hard labor, daily hardships, and meaningless sacrifices. Despite all of these difficult obstacles to overcome, humans strived to carry on with their wasteful existences anyway. What was to be gained by preserving the human race? It's a question that plagued his thoughts constantly, a true enigma of the parasites flocking about without a care in the world of those around them. Life was an uphill battle, surely they would welcome their superior in every aspect to carry their burden, allow them to reach their end.
Amber eyes seemed to glow from behind their curtain of steel-blue hair to the saxophone player seated across from him. Dubbed the name, Midvalley the Hornfreak, Master gave very little information about this character. Legato studied with a critic's eye the one Master deemed worthy enough to work by His side, to temporarily escape the glorious wings of Death. No human being could be classified as worthy. It boggled all of Legatos' senses. He felt he was being left out of the loop, and he probably had a damn good reason to be too. After all, he was merely human too. He was capable of mistakes, capable of not being able to comprehend the true scope of his Masters' plans. Legato was human, he'd admit that much. But he also felt superior to his own species. No mere mortal could manipulate another's actions. That reassured him, as his conscious reasserted his purpose for remaining loyally by his Master's side.
Despite the consistent, frosty glare he gave this man, Legato had to admit to himself the aura this Hornfreak possessed appealed to him. If the situation was different, he would make a decent right-hand man by Legato's side, but he would never go so far as trusting him. Legato never trusted anyone, save Him of course. The world was full of liars, cheaters, and con artists. Oh yeah, there were also those cold-hearted murders too.
Legato guessed he could classify himself as one too.
Midvalley meanwhile continued to keep his train of thought on anything but his current predicament.
Dammit, how the hell did I wind up in this goddamn mess?
Midvalley closed his eyes, pretending to be dozing off for a quick nap in front of Legato. Instead, his thoughts, his emotions dragged him back to the past- only 3 days ago precisely to when he could call life more "normal" by his standards.
Flashback
"Goodnight. See you guys tomorrow." Midvalley called over his shoulder to the two retreating figures that were his fellow band mates.
It was the end to another night of performing in front of some of Gunsmokes' most distinguished political leaders and wealthly entrepreneurs. The pay was decent, and it allowed him to do what he enjoyed most in life, besides the occasional booze and double-dollar whore, and that was committing his life to the saxophone.
He was a child prodigy to the world of music, he could play them all: the guitar, the piano, the drums, etc. To him, to learn the basic fundamentals on how to master each instrument was as easy as tying your shoe. But, his heart belonged to the saxophone. Midvalley felt as if he was in a whole nether world once his lips contoured the mouthpiece to his beloved Sylvia.
Ah, Sylvia. We've been through so much, haven't we? Midvalley silently communicated to his prized instrument, running a callused hand down her spine.
He wandered down the streets of York that faithful night passing the drunks, the gamblers, and even that prostitute that flashed her cleavage in front of Midvalley's face. It was so hard to resist not scooping that delicate body into his strong arms and whisking her away back to his apartment where he could give them a night neither would forget anytime soon, but his eyelids weighed heavy as they yearned for sleep. Both settled for their lips locking in a kiss that made Midvalley's insides burn, burn to let himself enter this tender creature, as he slipped a wad of cash into her bosom.
It was so very hard to walk away.
"A splendid performance tonight. It was quite soothing to my ears."
Midvalley paused in mid-step, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Glad you enjoyed it." And with those words, he continued forth down the dirt road.
"I don't believe I was finished talking."
"Didn't know you had more to say."
"You really should be more aware of your surroundings." Footsteps trailed close behind, "Otherwise, the spider just might get the jump on the unsuspecting butterfly."
"Yeah? Well, maybe I should spread my wings and fly away, unless you can give me a good reason why I should stop now." Midvalley turned the corner onto a deserted side street, "Maybe then, I'll reconsider."
The footsteps slowed down, then stopped.
"Because you are the one I have been seeking. Midvalley the Hornfreak, leader of the Gung-Ho Guns."
flashback end *** And thank you for those who have, and will R&R this. feedback means a lot to me! ^_^