Chapter 1: Daydreaming dessert
He drew disheveled pictures of his wanted memories, 8 million wul long on his head, a hefty price. His name that his mother gave is unknown, but his nickname is danse macabre, dance of death in French.
Mae, a 20 year old girl, is right beside him, a lookout. Mars is a hard knock life if aren't rich, but aren't everywhere are like that. "I had a grandpa who survived the moon explosion." said Mae trying to spark up a conversation.
Danse was too concentrated on his work to able to hear her. It seems only night or the sound of siren can snap out of his therapy. No ones know why Mae was spared from Danse. It was a mystery that only he knows. Mae left the underground tunnel that had collapse except for this part. This tunnel is not known to many people, except for criminals. She looked at the sky out on the desert, and about 3 miles across is a city. She can't ever go there with Danse, their's too many bounty hunters there. Anyway she liked here, nice and quiet, sometimes too quiet.
She walked to the nearest grocery store to stock up some food for the trip they may go, but she was too scared to talk to him. Mae never saw his pictures, he never lets her. Maybe one day she will, that thought lingers on her mind.
Mae don't know what attracted her to Danse, it's probably his dark mysterious past, something kids won't know. Then again, they only met yesterday. It all seems like they've known each other years. Mae daydreamed about what may happen to Danse, a secret lover, confessions, these thoughts clogged up her head. Mae watched as the sun falls silently to sleep, she knows what this means. She heard a sound under the tunnel, too faint to analyze the sound and afraid what may happen to her. She quickly ran, there are nothing in this dessert to hide from. The sound became clearer as she ran. She dared not to look back. The sounds seem to grabbed her and swing her around until she saw Danse face.
"Where are you going?" asked Danse.
"I was afraid of you, cause of the rumors and..." said Mae.
"I understand, I didn't mean to scare you," as he looked away in shame.
"What is it"
"Nothing, their certain things that needs to be straightened out"
"Why did you spare my life"
"There are things that I shouldn't tell you yet"
Obviously, Mae was intrigued by the secret, puzzled with amazement.
"Go back to the tunnel," said Danse.
Mae was too puzzled to say a word, she just went. "Why?" keeps popping to her head, over and over. She just wanted to go back home, she doesn't want to daydream about him. Every times she do, everything was a deathly and ugly picture.
She wished that she never gotten outside at dark, and wished that she was on her bed or being free. Then freedom is just a joke, nothing is free in this society. Then certain ideas seem so positive, that can't be true.
No ones know why Danse kills for pleasure or money, but the method is just brutal to think of it. The way he kills his enemy seems so graceful and lightly. Each footstep carefully moves to one step to another. It's a free moving killing to kill efficiency and silently. He doesn't kill anybody, it all seems to link to him, in an odd way, but I'll keep it as a secret for now. Danse whispered a words or syllables that appears randomly to his mind. He walked carefully, just being behind, The Cockeyed Bull.
Cockeyed bull, John D. Fizzworth, was a guy that was very unwise yet he made a plenty money on gambling. I have to say he was a lucky bastard. His nickname came to his personality, gotten kicked out most of casino in the city St. Florence and Montauk, looked like a chicken, and tries to cat tough as a bull.
Danse moves closer, John doesn't notice a thing only a shadow seems to get bigger and bigger. John was drunk enough to not consider the shadow as a bad omen. Danse strike with fury, but no revenge seems to be the reasoning. Mae looking outside, Dust seems to come upon her shoulder. Danse came down to the tunnel and said, "It's time to tell my secret"
Danse showed her pictures of occurrences he saw when he was younger. All the pictures were sins and misdeeds that people he killed did, except for one. The picture of Mae, a little girl that was standing middle of the crowd, shouting out for her mom. "I remember that," recalled Mae,
"Then this strange man pick me up and showed me where my mom was"
"I know, that person was me," said Danse.
Mae began to understand, Danse was a keeper of justice but also the keeper of death itself.
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