Labrynth City Nights, Part 4
I’m the mother of all your dreams. They all died for me
“Pah…” the guard muttered.
“What did you do?” Kara asked him.
“It’s the truth.” He said looking at the worn livery house and the broken home.
“Come on,” she said waking up. “We need you to be brave for us.”
“What?” the guard said.
“It’s time for us to make our move.” She said looking around the courtyard, finding a mirror that suited her light mood.
“I don’t know, Kara. I don’t know what to do.”
“Then go out there and tell them what we need to do. I’ll be all right with you, but what about your family?”
Kara shook her head. “No, not your family. I’m the mother of all your dreams. They all died for me.” She said weeping bitterly.
“Well, that’s that.” The guard said as he pulled out the backpack and began to pack it. “That can be arranged.” He said as he opened a cabinet in the wall and pulled out a windowpane.
“When are you going to get going?” she asked through gritted teeth. The guard glanced at her with confused eyes.
“I don’t know yet.” She said laying the stress on the first word of a dream.
“You have to tell them now. Tell them this, that we need them now,” the guard said, tossing away the plastic container.
“That can be arranged.” Kara said shaking.
“Tell them that.”
“Hey!” the guard shouted, throwing his pack over the fence. “You have to drop her now.”
Kara leapt up and ran to him, hand stretched out before her throat. “Stop!” she screamed down to the guard.
He didn’t move.
They pressed their heads against the window, listening with the security staff’s chatter. Hearing the whisper that always accompanies the sound of a breath being blown, they hurried up the stairs and to the ground level where their house was located. It was one of the most secure places in the city. They turned around as they walked in knowing that it was an anomaly not unlike the uniformed gangs outside the warehouse and the armed security guards standing outside the door.
Back at the kitchen’s door, she yelled to the guards with tears pouring down her cheeks and shook her head. “They’re just kids.”
“Why are you crying?” the guard asked.
“Why can’t you see your own tears?” she whispered.
“They protect us from things, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And girls too?”
“Well,” the guard shrugged. “They can’t protect us from themselves. We’re not all so bright.”
“Why can’t you see your own tears?”
“Our tears aren’t the ones of the children.”
“Pah…” the guard muttered.
“What did you do?” Kara asked him.
“It’s the truth.” He said looking at the worn livery house and the broken home.
“Come on,” she said waking up. “We need you to be brave for us.”
“What?” the guard said.
“It’s time for us to make our move.” She said looking around the courtyard, finding a mirror that suited her light mood.
“I don’t know, Kara. I don’t know what to do.”
“Then go out there and tell them what we need to do. I’ll be all right with you, but what about your family?”
Kara shook her head. “No, not your family. I’m the mother of all your dreams. They all died for me.” She said weeping bitterly.
“Well, that’s that.” The guard said as he pulled out the backpack and began to pack it. “That can be arranged.” He said as he opened a cabinet in the wall and pulled out a windowpane.
“When are you going to get going?” she asked through gritted teeth. The guard glanced at her with confused eyes.
“I don’t know yet.” She said laying the stress on the first word of a dream.
“You have to tell them now. Tell them this, that we need them now,” the guard said, tossing away the plastic container.
“That can be arranged.” Kara said shaking.
“Tell them that.”
“Hey!” the guard shouted, throwing his pack over the fence. “You have to drop her now.”
Kara leapt up and ran to him, hand stretched out before her throat. “Stop!” she screamed down to the guard.
He didn’t move.
“Now.” she said pulling him down the makeshift fence that had been built around a corner of the courtyard.
The guard grabbed a rifle.
“Give him the Au Nina!” Kara shouted. The guard pulled out his battery.
The guard smiled as he turned to his hands. “Good girl,” he said as he glanced at her with a smile. “No need to be scared of a bunch of teens. It’s a Jet helicopter, you know? Super quiet. It’s been in good shape ever since you lost us in the street.”
“Gunman!” Kara shouted.
The man smiled at her words. “The f*** are you and my women trying to negotiate with you?” He laughed as he turned around and looked at the chopper.
Kara took a step back. “Easy now, that’s not what this is about. We need to get out of here.”
“No, we don’re not.” The man said firing as the bullet hit him.
“Out of the way!” Kara shouted. The guards led her out the door and onto the catwalk that led down to the V-shaped garden courtyard. Folding the royal hilts of her us from things, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And girls too?”
“Well,” the guard shrugged. “They can’t protect us from themselves. We’re not all so bright.”
“Why can’t you see your own tears?”
“Our tears aren’t the ones of the children.”
“Pah…” the guard muttered.
“What did you do?” Kara asked him.
“It’s the truth.” He said looking at the worn livery house and the broken home.
“Come on,” she said waking up. “We need you to be brave for us.”
“What?” the guard said.
“It’s time for us to make our move.” She said looking around the courtyard, finding a mirror that suited her light mood.
“I don’t know, Kara. I don’t know what to do.”
“Then go out there and tell them what we need to do. I’ll be all right with you, but what about your family?”
Kara shook her head. “No, not your family. I’m the mother of all your dreams. They all died for me.” She said weeping bitterly.
“Well, that’s that.” The guard said as he pulled out the backpack and began to pack it. “That can be arranged.” He said as he opened a cabinet in the wall and pulled out a windowpane.
“When are you going to get going?” she asked through gritted teeth. The guard glanced at her with confused eyes.
“I don’t know yet.” She said laying the stress on the first word of a dream.
“You have to tell them now. Tell them this, that we need them now,” the guard said, tossing away the plastic container.
“That can be arranged.” Kara said shaking.
“Tell them that.”
“Hey!” the guard shouted, throwing his pack over the fence. “You have to drop her now.”
Kara leapt up and ran to him, hand stretched out before her throat. “Stop!” she screamed down to the guard.
He didn’t move.
“Now.” she said pulling him down the makeshift fence that had been built around a corner of the courtyard.
The guard grabbed a rifle.
“Give him the Au Nina!” Kara shouted. The guard pulled out his battery.
The guard smiled as he turned to his hands. “Good girl,” he said as he glanced at her with a smile. “No need to be scared of a bunch of teens. It’s a Jet helicopter, you know? Super quiet. It’s been in good shape ever since you lost us in the street.”
“Gunman!” Kara shouted.
The man smiled at her words. “The f*** are you and my women trying to negotiate with you?” He laughed as he turned around and looked at the chopper.
Kara took a step back. “Easy now, that’s not what this is about. We need to get out of here.”
“No, we don’re not.” The man said firing as the bullet hit him.
“Out of the way!” Kara shouted. The guards led her out the door and onto the catwalk that led down to the V-shaped garden courtyard. Folding the royal hilts of her pyromancer skirt, she rushed over to the soldiers standing nearby, eager to defend their queen.
“No!” the man shouted, swinging his rifle. “No! We’re gonna die here.”
“Damn it, Makin,” the guard shouted.
The gunfire ceased. The big beast lifted off towards the east as the sound of the gunshots faded to the distant quickly.
“Got an empty house. Kill the security guards first.”
“Forget it!” Kara shouted, running to the other side of the yard.
She took up her position against the railing of the fence, pointed her rifle directly at the man in his pit. He froze.
Another guard rushed to her side and fired his rifle.
[END TRANSMISSION]
Editor’s Notes
This is the final continuation of the second story generated from the new longer-form generator program.
Edits
Removed some redundant sentences, where the generator repeated itself. I always keep the first, and remove the additional sentences when this happens.
Added the word “they” to the beginning of a sentence that started without an object.
Censored some profanity.
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