Saturday, September 17, 2005

   Silver
Chapter 1

The dessert hissed loudly, as the wind pushed its grainy sand in rage. Madly the sand rose, it brushed against everything… everything in sight… everything was dark.

It was midday, yet the sand made it unbearable to open my eyes, or breathe. The sand filled everything, all cracks, all holes, everything…

Each grain of sand, was like another step towards death. The winds picked up, they grew harsher with every passing moment, every second…

I couldn’t stand it, I had to reach a shelter somewhere… anywhere. To open my eyes to see? Is that such a good idea? Should I dare? Should I?

I opened my eyes roughly, the sand drifted into them, yet before closing them once more. I saw a faint image in the storm, a shadow it was vague, but from all I could see it was some sort of structure.

I whipped my eyes lightly, yet knew it would do no good. I had to get to that haven and out of this storm. I had to…get out……..


I entered the town, not knowing it well, the winds where calmer here, yet the rattle of the current on the buildings was clear and as harsh as ever. My eyes where deeply buried in sand, my mouth was dry and sticky as ever. The rest of my body I dare not say, for it was none the less, all of it to the last space, filled with sand…

Near by the shudders of windows shook, each hitting the wood framework of the houses in rhythm with the wind. The wind made me quiver lightly, it was softer here, like the sand it carries. I could breathe the sweet air, yet it was still scattered with the grains of the horrid stuff around.

My hair ruffled lightly, it was full of sand as well, but it didn’t matter, I was getting used to it. My locks stayed stuck in the air, as if the most frightful thing scared it, and were a bleak gray as if had seen better days.

I brushed the sand carefully out of my eyes, the sand stung them… agitated them to a bright red. I blinked several times trying to get the cursed grain out, I failed time and time again, only flushing out little by little until, after trying countless times, I was able to see rather clear compared to before.

The storm had quieted a bit, yet it raged outside madly, taking lives of those who couldn’t bear its terror. I pity those caught in such a storm, that I was in moments ago, for they may never see the light of day, or gleaming bright faces of there family once more.

My eyes looked closely at the shops and buildings, each had a unique air about them, yet none looked friendly, none looked like they greeted outsiders.

I sighed as my eyes passed a saloon, the sign was old, the paint chipped off at places. The doors looked rusted, yet useful. I walked towards it, for thirst had taken me suddenly. It choked my throat dry to the bone, coaxing me to get something down its sticky, dusty walls.

The doors to the saloon were creaky. I squinted as the earsplitting noise hit my ears drums, it was hard to bear, but my thirst was still nagging me. The people around me stared with cold glares at me, none of them looked friendly, not even the women that served looked friendly. I walked over to an empty stool, and looked up weakly at the bartender.

He was an old man, his bread was long and a silvery white, he had seen years, the bags under his eyes told he had little sleep last night. He eyed me in ways saying I didn’t belong. He talked in a high strong voice, for his old age “what you want?” I answered in a low tone, not wanting trouble with the others around “can I have a drink please?”

I rubbed my arm lightly, as he stared me down. He then said in his voice again “well what drink then?” I answered gulping lightly to myself “water on the rocks please” I said in a lower tone. He grunted as if saying yes to my request, he turned to fetch me my drink.

The others around continued to stare at me, there eyes penetrating my every being. I wished they’d stop there glaring, it made me feel uneasy. I played with my fingers, waiting for the drink, still the center of attention here, a side from the floor show of women dancing, in short skirts, and singing loudly. Their high-pitched voices sounding good together, they ignored me as they danced and sang, trying to keep to there work and not mess up.

It was like ages before the bartender returned, oddly he was in a happier mood, as if he had found a treasure worth a mound, while he was gone. He slammed the cup filled with ice to the top, and brimming with cold water down. I grabbed it cautiously, not knowing if it was right to take it so soon.

My fingers rapped around its cold handle, I could feel the frostiness of the drink as I pressed my chapped lips to the mug. I started to drink an unusually pleasurable sensation filled me, the drink started to quench my dieing thirst, it was like heaven even if it wouldn’t last…

I looked around as I drank, the coolness of the drink happily sliding down my dry throat. The people watched me as if angry with me, they turned to talk to their friends, which looked equally upset as they turned to stare at me again.

The doors to the bar creaked open, a tall man walked through. The people’s attention turned to him. He had short wavy black hair, it swayed back and forth as the man walked towards a wooden dusty stool next to me. He sat down quickly and turned his head to get a glance at me. He had dark blue eyes they looked like dark pools of water, never ending, they looked bottomless. He snickered as he turned to look at the bartender; the bartender shakily approached the man. “What you want?” he said trying to act tough. I watched wanting no part of it, I sipped my drink slowly trying to act not interested at all.

The man smiled grimly at the bartender, as if his smile pierced the heart of the man. He then started to speak in a chilling dark voice “give me red wine, and hurry up” he said banging his fingers on the table impatiently. The bartender scurried off to do what he had asked quickly, you could see the sweat dripping down his face as he ran. The people around watched the man, I turned my head and glanced they had a horrified look on there faces, they looked as if death had come, and stood right in front of them.


(Please leave comments on it, I started it a while ago and the more comments I get the more chapters will appear. This story was influenced slightly by the show Trigun. Since it enfluenced me to start writting stories. Please leave Comments)
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