Beginnings by Anthony Milhorn

Author:Anthony Milhorn [Milhorn, Anthony]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-12-20T23:00:00+00:00

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Brian had no idea how long he had walked; he didn't have a watch. All he knew was he needed to move, to be in motion, the almost frenzied kinetic energy that was growing in his brain and nerves needed a release and he found it as his booted feet slapped the hot pavement. The warmth was born first in his legs; it started deep in his bones and wound its way up, hitting his thighs, spreading into his groin, his abdomen and now it was reaching into his arms and hands like dark feelers. It was a heat unlike anything he had ever experienced; not painful but not comfortable. It was a heat born of fevers and night sweats, yet he wasn't sweating but he was trembling. He knew his skin was on fire though; he could feel the radiant heat coming through his shirt. It was as if his bones were starting to burn. He was half tempted to take his shirt off to cool down but resisted.

Around him, the city at night was still kicking, even stronger than it normally did. It wasn't yet late enough for the city to be in that nascent death like stillness that it was in the other night but instead it was beginning rouse itself to life like an old dragon. Cars drove by, their motors loud and grating on his ears as their drivers snarled insults at each other. The street lights cast pools of orange flickering light every forty feet or so, the ones that worked anyway. The sky overhead was a sheet of impenetrable darkness; not that the stars were visible in the city at night most of the time, but Brian could tell the clouds above were thunderheads, threatening to unleash even more of nature's fury than the storm last night.

He passed a few late-night stores, a pharmacy, a shanty that passed for a bar with bricks so dirty that it had to be at least a hundred years old, and finally he stepped into an intersection that led to an open plaza. Or it used to be a plaza. Now it was just another one of the twenty or so run-down park areas that the city added years prior to his birth in order to gentrify some of the less classy neighborhoods. Four desolate looking benches in bad need of a paint job stood sentinel in the dark and on one of them, a hobo slept under his newspapers. Around the tiny park, black wrought iron fences stood out starkly to his blue-gray vision and he knew that his night-shine, as Raven called it, was probably on.

The streets went around the park yet none of the cars dared enter it; it was night after all and the human predators preyed on the foolish. Carjacking’s weren't uncommon but other than the resident hobo, the small park was deserted. The only other structures in the park were the rundown darkened bathrooms with their flickering bare bulbs in their alcoves and the center fountain.

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