Labrynth City Nights, Part 2

This is where the corporate-luxury goods go when the city’s just a broken sewer

Photo by Reynier Carl on Unsplash

“Hey, I’m going to the store.” He said opening a door beside the flagging signs, for all the crowd to see the same heavily scarred, tattooed face as it stuck to the barrier.

“Parking in front of the building.” Jake said. “I’m going to buy some fancy clothes for you and something’s the top priority.”

“Alright.” Kirin nodded, looking around the garage. “Where’s the Jeep?”

“I don’t know.”

“Let’s go.”

Jake turned around to see Kirin already walking towards a Jeep that was parked behind the counter of a convenience store. Sitting inside the passenger seat, Kirin glanced around to the shoppers and the young man in the buggy.

“I hope you have your key.” Kirin said.

Jake shook his head, but he kept his eyes on Kirin.

“Whatever.” He said ignoring the fact that you definitely have your key.

The bouncers looked on with restrained skepticism.

“Have fun in the Jeep.” Kirin said.

As Jake turned around and inside the cage, he said, “I have to tell you, the key’s not in the backseat, you’re going to find it yourself.”

“Is it?” Kirin asked.

“Yeah, I’m giving it to you.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a set of leather codes.”

“Ok, let’s go.” Kirin said, grabbing a fistful of leather codes and throwing them on the back door of the jeep.

“Damn,” the short blond boy screamed out beside the stunned Jake. “You think I know everything?”

“I know a lot of things.”

“That’s why you’re here, right?”


“Let’s go.”

Jake turned around and looked at the prissy face of Kirin as he walked into the jeep with the codes.

“You can’t do this.” He said waving him over to the tired Jake.

“This isn’t our place for kids.” Jake said. “We don’t want those little pills and stuff coming in your bloodstream.”

“Forget them.” Kirin said ignoring the furious words of Jake.

“What are you, a detective?” the short blond man said. “You’re here to chase away rioters, nothing more.”

“Listen,” Kirin said stepping into the passenger side of the jeep with his assistant beside him. “I’m the last person in this jeep with any booths or chairs. We have no place to sit.”

“No,” the boy said paying his post by grabbing a chair. “This is my family land, the best family property in the city, listen to me?”

“You should know better.” Kirin said looking back at the two boys. “I can take your picture, the moment I see you.”

The boy looked relieved. “Ah…” he said lifting his head a bit. “Sorry, my part of the business is in that.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” Kirin smiled, happy to have allowed the boy to follow him. As he did, Jake looked over to the shocked face of Kirin. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“I want to ask you a favor.” Kirin smiled. “You might be willing to do that for me.”

Jake shook his head. “Why would you think that?”

“Because it’s always good to have business when I have people with skill to let.” Kirin continued with his aggressive statement.

The boy Skulked as he slumped in the seat. “Listen, I want you to take me to the Walled City.” He said pulling out a key card.

“What’s this?” Jake asked.

“It’s a Hunt. You know this place, right?”

“No.” Skulked said.

“Well, it’s expensive, so it might as well be the best place to go. You know…”

“To where?”

“Haven’t you already heard? The City of Teigen is bustling, the Crowd flow is crazy, all the TVs are playing, and it’s all recruiting people, so there’s a huge demand for callos who want to work at the best of places in the city. So well, this is your city, here, and you’re making damn good ones of yourself.”

“The Walled City…” Jake said confused by his sudden speech.


“This place has its own name, right?”

“No.” Skulker said deeply. “It’s called the Walled City, but the people that live here don’t know it yet, I mean, they read the news, but they don’t care about the place called the Walled City. This is where the corporate-luxury goods go when the city’s just a broken sewer.”

Jake looked on with disbelief at his words. “To where?” he asked.

“Haven’t you seen it?” the boy asked.

“It’s in the middle of the city.” Jake said looking at the broken corner.

“What is?” he said looking at the side of the large graveyard.

“Jesus Rice, I just read a story about it.”

“I already did.” Jake said disappointed.

“Why would it be in the middle of the city?” he asked.

“The light towards the outside comes from like light breaking.”

Jake looked on with disbelief at his sudden knowledge, but recovered himself. “Let’s go, let’s get out of here.” He said rubbing the side of his head as they walked out of the cemetery.

Kara looked on with fear. “We’re under the tomb now.” she said gazing at the darkness that followed behind them. “My mind is playing tricks on me again.”


Editor’s Notes

This is the continuation of the second story generated from the new longer-form generator program.


Just removed some redundant sentences, where the generator repeated itself. I always keep the first, and remove the additional sentences when this happens.

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