Sometimes it was harder to do what you figured what was right.
Sami didn?t usually pray. In truth, she often doubted the existence of a higher power. Still, in those moments of silence, sitting alone in the darker recesses of the Asylum, her lips found the time to utter quiet requests.
Please, God. Let this madness stop. Get us all through this.
Despite her ties to the supernatural the Promethean possessed no super powers. She was just as fragile as any human. Rather than rushing to the battlefront where the blood ran freely down the cobblestone streets she chose to make her stand here amongst people very much like herself.
The day before she had mentioned it to Jochin. What Sami didn?t say was this might very well be her last show here at her most favorite of venues. Romax Pol had been a good enough friend and proprietor to give her free reign of his club whenever it struck her fancy. She didn?t know how (or even if) he was involved in what all the city was referring to as Travanix?s war. The whole thing made her feel dirty.
Outside there was music and the usual light effects show. Glamoured peepers stared at the reflection in the mirror. The face that stared back was reality. It wasn?t the mask worn for the rest of the world. The mask was who she wanted to be, but it was also who she knew she could never be again. With a sigh she rose from her seat to inspect the costume she wore. It was olive green with military embellishments and red stitching. A set of knee high combat boots were shined and ready.
Just beyond the seal of her door she could hear the laughter and nervous tittering of tonight?s ensemble. Glancing to the clock, she knew it was time. Purposeful strides lead her out of the private room and into the open hall behind the stage. A cast of dancers waited. The girls were regulars and under Lord Pol?s employ she suspected. The boys, however, were all new. There were six men in total and each wore a rigid black uniform with a matching hat. Each hand held onto a silver mask.
?Everybody ready?? They had rehearsed the number a few times without funny doing the ending. And the music had been instrumental only. Sami had told them she wanted them to feel the full impact of the words during the actual performance. There had to be an emotional connection.
The group seemed excited as they all often were before going out. It was a rush, after all.
Throughout the night other dancers had been taking shifts doing numbers on stage. Normally Sami would have been amongst them, but tonight she would just be performing in this solitary act. It had taken the better part of a week to get everything in place.
A four foot high, half-moon structure, the stage was currently decorated with five white ropes and two stair-edged platforms of cold metal. As the clock?s hand confirmed it was midnight a wash of blacklight swept over the performance area while the house lights dimmed slightly.
Sami sucked in a deep breath as the music started and the entirety of their group rushed onto the stage.
Sami didn?t usually pray. In truth, she often doubted the existence of a higher power. Still, in those moments of silence, sitting alone in the darker recesses of the Asylum, her lips found the time to utter quiet requests.
Please, God. Let this madness stop. Get us all through this.
Despite her ties to the supernatural the Promethean possessed no super powers. She was just as fragile as any human. Rather than rushing to the battlefront where the blood ran freely down the cobblestone streets she chose to make her stand here amongst people very much like herself.
The day before she had mentioned it to Jochin. What Sami didn?t say was this might very well be her last show here at her most favorite of venues. Romax Pol had been a good enough friend and proprietor to give her free reign of his club whenever it struck her fancy. She didn?t know how (or even if) he was involved in what all the city was referring to as Travanix?s war. The whole thing made her feel dirty.
Outside there was music and the usual light effects show. Glamoured peepers stared at the reflection in the mirror. The face that stared back was reality. It wasn?t the mask worn for the rest of the world. The mask was who she wanted to be, but it was also who she knew she could never be again. With a sigh she rose from her seat to inspect the costume she wore. It was olive green with military embellishments and red stitching. A set of knee high combat boots were shined and ready.
Just beyond the seal of her door she could hear the laughter and nervous tittering of tonight?s ensemble. Glancing to the clock, she knew it was time. Purposeful strides lead her out of the private room and into the open hall behind the stage. A cast of dancers waited. The girls were regulars and under Lord Pol?s employ she suspected. The boys, however, were all new. There were six men in total and each wore a rigid black uniform with a matching hat. Each hand held onto a silver mask.
?Everybody ready?? They had rehearsed the number a few times without funny doing the ending. And the music had been instrumental only. Sami had told them she wanted them to feel the full impact of the words during the actual performance. There had to be an emotional connection.
The group seemed excited as they all often were before going out. It was a rush, after all.
Throughout the night other dancers had been taking shifts doing numbers on stage. Normally Sami would have been amongst them, but tonight she would just be performing in this solitary act. It had taken the better part of a week to get everything in place.
A four foot high, half-moon structure, the stage was currently decorated with five white ropes and two stair-edged platforms of cold metal. As the clock?s hand confirmed it was midnight a wash of blacklight swept over the performance area while the house lights dimmed slightly.
Sami sucked in a deep breath as the music started and the entirety of their group rushed onto the stage.