Dreams of hope and despair - Part 3
A flicker of light was the first thing Lionel noticed as he slowly opened his eyes. Cold, wet duracrete pressed against his left cheek and a soft drizzle of rain trailed across his right cheek and ran into his slightly opened mouth. Lionel tried to remember how he ended up here, but his memory failed him again and at best previous events were just as flickering as the buzzing commercial sign he now focused on.
It wasn’t until now that Lionel realized that his ears were ringing and slowly it faded away and he could hear footfalls all around him. Even though rain had poured into his mouth, Lionel swallowed dryly and climbed to his feet. As he looked around, he recognized that nobody were really paying him any attention in the skyscraper canyon he found himself standing in. As he patted himself down, he identified a blaster-wound to his right shoulder and that all of his carried belongings were stripped from him. His fingertips lingered on the charred flesh of his shoulder and the sensation of pain filled him with revitalizing energy.
“…nel..” a whisper behind him, he spun around, but there was nobody there, as he scanned the crowd for whomever it was, the whisper again appeared, behind him again. Quickly turning to see, but again, whomever it was, it eluded him.
‘I can’t stay here!’ Lionel thought to himself and he started to pace towards a gap in the wall, finding the gloom of the alleyway comforting.
Just as he stepped into the mouth-like opening of the alley, a sudden movement caught his attention in the corner of his eye. A dark clad humanoid, wrapped in a grand robe with a hood covering its head. As he shifted his weight back to have a better look, the stranger was once again gone.
“RUN LIONEL! THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG!” The all familiar ethereal voice boomed in his mind. Lionel darted into the alley and ran…