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Chapter 1-Rough Draft
NOTE: Man I know I'm killing some of you guys. This would be the third different ff I've put out in a week. Okay I submitted this during last month's anonymous writer of the month contest. Since that was scrapped I thought I would just post this to see what kind of response this gets. I kinda thought of this on the fly and wrote this within a day. Enjoy. ^^
“Where am I? How did I get here?” The young man’s voice echoed throughout the vast darkness. The darkness seemed to expand for eternity while everything inside it was consumed by silent chaos. This was not the first time he asked these questions; however, it was always answered by silence. To be honest, he had no idea why he was asking these questions. He was never addressing himself, and he never considered them to be rhetorical. Someone was out there, reaching out to him. Even with that fact, he was unaware who was calling out to him, or why he knew this. As far as he knew, no one existed in this space. If insanity was repeating the same action to no avail, was it also insane to hope? Was it insane to hope when one did not know what it was he hoped for? He knew everything, and nothing. Perhaps it was time to accept this world for what it was.
“Have you forgotten me? Have we left your memory?” Another voice cut through the darkness. The voice appeared so suddenly and was as formless as the darkness that engulfed them. The young man’s hope was rewarded by fate, and his heart seemed to beat again. But those words, they were so sad.
“I’m sorry, how do you know who I am? I can’t see you, but I can hear your voice. Who are you?”
“I’m right here? Can you not tell?”
The man attempted to reach out as far as possible in hopes of touching the one who was speaking with him. As his attempts failed he began to become more frantic to the point that he was now flailing. “Where are you?”
“We are right here.”
“I can’t see you! I can’t feel you!”
“We are right here.”
“Where is that?! Please follow my voice! I don’t want you to be alone!”
“We are right here.”
“Please!-“
“Evan! “
A light pierced through the blinds of the small apartment. The fan was on, and paper was scattered everywhere.
“Yo, Evan! How many times do I have to tell you to lock your door?”
“Um, it really depends on how many times you have to wake me up in the morning.”
“Morning? IT’S IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AFTERNOON! Ugh, if your mother was here to see how useless you’ve become…”
“Dan, why are you saying that like she is dead? She lives in New Jersey.”
“That’s beside the point. You need to start taking care of yourself. I won’t always be around to hold your hand through life. You have to wake up and grab the bull by the horns. Keep your nose to the grindstone because that cookie Is going to crumble, and at the end of the day actions speak louder than words.”
“...What the hell are you saying?”
“I’m no good at motivational speeches. Just wake your ass up, the new building is about to be revealed to the public, and we have a responsibility to our paychecks."
“Don’t you mean we have a responsibility to the people?”
“No, those guys don’t care about that stuff. All we have to do is submit our story and take the little change they give us. NOW GET UP!”
“Fine, fine…your pessimistic view on life really won me over.”
“That’s the spirit Evan. I’ll be waiting outside, don’t get lost on your way to the bathroom.”
“Very funny.” Evan rolled out of bed and stumbled toward his closet while Dan went outside to start his car. Evan thought back to a time when he had dreams, but that time has longed passed. His life had become what he dreaded most, a mundane cycle. He didn’t know when it happened, but suddenly in this life there were no dreams. There were no goals. He just existed to exist. He woke up, went to work, went to sleep, and then did it all again the next day. His naivety made him believe that becoming a journalist would give him the sense of freedom, and purpose, but that only quickened his realization of the chains that bound the minds of the populace. He looked into the mirror and sighed; he wondered how long he would have to continue what he considered a pathetic excuse for a life. “Dan was right, my only obligation is to get paid.”
As expected, a crowd had formed in front of the new building by the time Dan and Evan arrived. “You see Evan! Because of your laziness, we have to fight through this crowd.”
“We can get special access due to our writer’s license.”
“You positive about that? We only have a class B license. Not even I would respect me!”
“You shouldn’t say things like that out loud. Anyway, once you’re ready to stop verbally abusing yourself we can finish this job, and I can go back home. You still want to get paid right?” As soon as Evan mentioned payment, Dan was already pushing his way through the crowd as if he was an A list celebrity. Evan could only laugh and shake his head as he followed him toward the new building. They showed the guards their licenses and were permitted to enter the writer’s section. While Dan paid close attention to yet another old man on a podium, Evan gazed upon the large skyscraper.
“This building will serve as a symbol of our immense growth as a people. Our resilient spirit has been manifested by glass, steel, and chrome. Innovation is in the heart of every man, woman, and child! We will continue to rise!”
“Sorry Dan, but I wasn’t paying attention at all. What is he going on about?”
“Remember what I said about not holding your hand?”
“Not really.”
“Ugh, whatever man. Listen, do you remember that fire that started a year ago? It took out several stores, and the economy took a decent hit in this area. They’ve built this humongous building in its place, and now economists project that the economy will recover soon thanks to it.”
“And this building does what exactly?”
“Ummm, it’s made by EYE inc. You know, that government owned corporation. Hell, we’re even signed with their publishing company. They kinda have a hand in everything; it’s pretty amazing. This building in particular is a huge mall. It has several shopping centers and even a few well known banks. Security is going to be TIGHT! Plus, it looks awesome.”
“…Sounds real awesome bro.” Evan was not impressed in the slightest, for he remembered the fire; however, the story that was being spun was different from his own. What began as inner dialogue slowly found its way on the paper he was writing his notes on. Everything around him became silent as he focused on his train of thought.The fire wiped out several stores on Hollow Street. Eye Inc and the government came to the aid of the people they care so much about, at least, that is what they want you to believe. What the people fail to realize is that all of the stores taken out in the fire were businesses that were independent from the government. Although they aren’t the national powerhouse of Eye Inc, they were doing great locally, and even beat out their government counterparts. All of a sudden it is a mega shopping center owned by Eye Inc that replaces these businesses. Of course this has been going on for a while. There was an instance-
Without warning, the paper in which Evan was writing on was ripped, balled up, and thrown on the ground. Evan clicked his pen and directed his gaze at the culprit. Dan stood before him with a stern expression, but he didn’t stand there for too long. He quickly dragged Evan to space with less people and spoke in a tone so that only they could hear each other.
“Evan, what the hell are you thinking? You know you can’t write that stuff, even if it’s for your own personal satisfaction. If anyone were to get a hold of that, you might lose more than just your license. Not to mention you’re writing about the very company we work for.”
Evan continued to stare into space until he suddenly regained attentiveness and looked around as if he didn’t know where he was or what was happening. “I honestly don’t know what I was writing. It just sort of happened on its own. Sorry to worry you.” This was not how Evan truly felt. Even though he wasn’t entirely sure how he managed to put those thoughts on to paper, he felt as if that was what he truly believed in. However, dreams weren’t real, beliefs didn’t exist. No one cares about what you want to write. Evan’s thoughts were interrupted by a voice that he recognized. It burned through his eardrums, and resonated in his heart. The old man that was speaking, was now replaced by a tall blonde. “It’s her…”
“We must not forget to honor the families who’ve lost their businesses," stated the blonde woman with a jubilant disposition.
This isn’t right.
“My name is Noel Gards. I am a high ranking executive in EYE Inc. On behalf of the EYE corporation we will donate $100,000 to all the families who lost their lives, and property in the fire.”
This is just a front. 100,000 is not enough to help these people! They will never get back what they lost. Why are people so blind? How could Noel...
“Dan, you didn’t tell me that she’d be here.” Evan said this without taking his eyes off of Noel. He had not seen her in three years, nor did he want to. Ever since that time, he hated her even more than he hated himself.
“Oh, it must have slipped my mind. Whoops.”
“This isn’t something you forget Dan!”
Dan put his arm around Evan and began to walk inside the shopping center with the other writers and guests. “Look, this is an easy story. Just ignore the broad, and have some fun. Writers eat free so dinner is on me!”
“That isn’t saying much, but I guess I’ll have to accept your offer.”
“Alright, that’s the Evan I know. Never turning down a free meal.”
The speeches were finished, and the ribbons were cut. The empty shopping center was suddenly filled with families, laughter, and music. This turned out to be enough to erase tragedy from the minds of the public. Evan really tried to take Dan’s advice, but he couldn’t ignore his heart, or his mind at this moment because it just so happened that they agreed for once in his life.
"We’re celebrating while so many people out there lost so much-" His thoughts were once again interrupted by that voice. The voice that cut through his soul, and kindled a fire that he could not extinguish.
“Why hello Dan Woods, and Evan Bleu. I saw you two from the podium. I haven’t seen you guys in such a long time, and I’ve missed you so much.”
Dan took a huge gulp of his drink as his widened eyes shifted their gaze between Noel, and Evan. “Ummm, yeeeaaah…long time no see, we have a huge workload today so we can’t stay too long-“
“Aww, I was hoping we could catch up. I’ve been sooo lonely these past few months, and It will only take a minute.”
Dan took a bigger gulp of his drink (albeit for a different reason this time) while Evan continued to stare in the opposite direction. “SURE! If it’s only a minute, then of course we can catch up! Right Evan? Heh, right? Evan? Evan boy? Broo? Evannnn? The E meister?”
“Do whatever the hell you want. I’m going to submit my article…” Evan stood up and threw his half eaten food in the trash.
“R-Right, you guys are class B writers, that’s pretty good. If you want I could talk to someone about getting your class S-“
“SHUT UP NOEL!” Evan had mustered up enough rage to look her in the eye. The source of all his current disdain could not be ignored any longer; however, neither could his inner turmoil. “I’ll never apply for the S license! I’m not a complete sellout like you! Looking at you makes me want to throw up and eat it.”
We used to be friends.
“All you ever cared about was yourself, and you used us for your own gains!”
Maybe I thought we could be more than that…
“And yea, I realize I’m a hypocrite Noel, but you gave us no choice! What were we supposed to do!? I don’t want anything to do with you. I just want to forget you existed!
I don’t want to forget.
“So do me a favor and forget my name, and forget my face because I already forgot who the hell it is I’m yelling at!” After he uttered those words, he left Dan and Noel at the food court and walked under the evening sky. Dan looked at Noel whose eyes seemed to turn into porcelain as she tried to fight back the tears. She reached into her pockets and pulled out two tickets. She held them out in front of her as if they held answers to questions she hadn’t asked.
“I should have known that not even time would allow him to forgive me. During those years I never forgot about you all. These were tickets to our favorite amusement park. I know we aren’t kids anymore, but I was hoping…”
“You’ll just have to give him more time. It’s harsh, but I can’t blame him for hating you.”
“…I know Dan…I’m sorry.”
“But, time has taught me many lessons. I understand your point of view, however, Evan took it harder than any of us. Maybe it was because he was the closest to the project, or maybe it was because he was closer to you. Anyway, you should cheer up! People are going to think I made a lady cry, and then I’ll be in a position to snitch on poor Evan. I have a reputation after all.”
“Thanks Dan, I do feel a little better.”
“Enough to let me take you out sometime?”
“I’m depressed not desperate.”
“(OUCH MY SOUL)”
“I was wondering when you would get here”, the cloaked figure said. He was using his hat, and the darkness to hide his face. Not sure what to make of the tall man, Evan stepped back and reached in his pocket for his knife. The cloaked figure easily noticed this and held his hands up, as if to declare peace between strangers. In his left hand was a wrinkled piece of paper that was then slowly extended toward him. “I came here to give you this. I for one, thought it was a good piece of writing, especially for a rough draft.”
“No one cares about writing enough to return trash.” Evan took the piece of paper which happened to actually be two halves of ripped paper. His eyes widened as he read them to himself, and then looked at the mysterious man. “This is the paper, from this afternoon. Are you here to kill me?”
“Not at all. You see…me and my friends have similar thoughts as you. Writing is too important to fade from society. It has now become a weapon of those with fancy uniforms. No, writing is much more than that. Some used to say the pen was mightier than the sword, and the organization I'm in believes that to still be true. My name is Poe, first name Edger. Shakespeare sent me."
Edgar Poe, Shakespeare? Code names, I definitely recognize this style, but how did they find me all the way out here?
“Sorry, you’ve got the wrong guy. I’m just a citizen trying to earn his keep.”
“Ah, how unfortunate. Mister Speares took a shine to you and everything. It seems I wasted my time. Anyway, I left my card in your room. Don’t worry, I didn’t take anything. It is also to my understanding that you will be submitting an article. Give it some real thought Evan…we will consider your article your response to our offer. I’m looking forward to your services.” The mysterious man tipped his hat, and then walked off into the night while Evan trembled to the point that he was immobilized for a few seconds. He had finally mustered up enough strength to walk inside and collapse on his bed. He turned on his computer, and hesitated before constructing his first sentence when he noticed what looked to be a business card on his desk. It read UNTITLED 0000. With a sigh Evan began typing on his computer. He knew what he was going to write.
Thanks to EYE inc, the people of New York City can live peacefully, and enjoy financial success…..or at least that is what they want you to believe-
Chapter 1-Rough Draft
NOTE: Man I know I'm killing some of you guys. This would be the third different ff I've put out in a week. Okay I submitted this during last month's anonymous writer of the month contest. Since that was scrapped I thought I would just post this to see what kind of response this gets. I kinda thought of this on the fly and wrote this within a day. Enjoy. ^^
“Where am I? How did I get here?” The young man’s voice echoed throughout the vast darkness. The darkness seemed to expand for eternity while everything inside it was consumed by silent chaos. This was not the first time he asked these questions; however, it was always answered by silence. To be honest, he had no idea why he was asking these questions. He was never addressing himself, and he never considered them to be rhetorical. Someone was out there, reaching out to him. Even with that fact, he was unaware who was calling out to him, or why he knew this. As far as he knew, no one existed in this space. If insanity was repeating the same action to no avail, was it also insane to hope? Was it insane to hope when one did not know what it was he hoped for? He knew everything, and nothing. Perhaps it was time to accept this world for what it was.
“Have you forgotten me? Have we left your memory?” Another voice cut through the darkness. The voice appeared so suddenly and was as formless as the darkness that engulfed them. The young man’s hope was rewarded by fate, and his heart seemed to beat again. But those words, they were so sad.
“I’m sorry, how do you know who I am? I can’t see you, but I can hear your voice. Who are you?”
“I’m right here? Can you not tell?”
The man attempted to reach out as far as possible in hopes of touching the one who was speaking with him. As his attempts failed he began to become more frantic to the point that he was now flailing. “Where are you?”
“We are right here.”
“I can’t see you! I can’t feel you!”
“We are right here.”
“Where is that?! Please follow my voice! I don’t want you to be alone!”
“We are right here.”
“Please!-“
“Evan! “
A light pierced through the blinds of the small apartment. The fan was on, and paper was scattered everywhere.
“Yo, Evan! How many times do I have to tell you to lock your door?”
“Um, it really depends on how many times you have to wake me up in the morning.”
“Morning? IT’S IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AFTERNOON! Ugh, if your mother was here to see how useless you’ve become…”
“Dan, why are you saying that like she is dead? She lives in New Jersey.”
“That’s beside the point. You need to start taking care of yourself. I won’t always be around to hold your hand through life. You have to wake up and grab the bull by the horns. Keep your nose to the grindstone because that cookie Is going to crumble, and at the end of the day actions speak louder than words.”
“...What the hell are you saying?”
“I’m no good at motivational speeches. Just wake your ass up, the new building is about to be revealed to the public, and we have a responsibility to our paychecks."
“Don’t you mean we have a responsibility to the people?”
“No, those guys don’t care about that stuff. All we have to do is submit our story and take the little change they give us. NOW GET UP!”
“Fine, fine…your pessimistic view on life really won me over.”
“That’s the spirit Evan. I’ll be waiting outside, don’t get lost on your way to the bathroom.”
“Very funny.” Evan rolled out of bed and stumbled toward his closet while Dan went outside to start his car. Evan thought back to a time when he had dreams, but that time has longed passed. His life had become what he dreaded most, a mundane cycle. He didn’t know when it happened, but suddenly in this life there were no dreams. There were no goals. He just existed to exist. He woke up, went to work, went to sleep, and then did it all again the next day. His naivety made him believe that becoming a journalist would give him the sense of freedom, and purpose, but that only quickened his realization of the chains that bound the minds of the populace. He looked into the mirror and sighed; he wondered how long he would have to continue what he considered a pathetic excuse for a life. “Dan was right, my only obligation is to get paid.”
-0000-
As expected, a crowd had formed in front of the new building by the time Dan and Evan arrived. “You see Evan! Because of your laziness, we have to fight through this crowd.”
“We can get special access due to our writer’s license.”
“You positive about that? We only have a class B license. Not even I would respect me!”
“You shouldn’t say things like that out loud. Anyway, once you’re ready to stop verbally abusing yourself we can finish this job, and I can go back home. You still want to get paid right?” As soon as Evan mentioned payment, Dan was already pushing his way through the crowd as if he was an A list celebrity. Evan could only laugh and shake his head as he followed him toward the new building. They showed the guards their licenses and were permitted to enter the writer’s section. While Dan paid close attention to yet another old man on a podium, Evan gazed upon the large skyscraper.
“This building will serve as a symbol of our immense growth as a people. Our resilient spirit has been manifested by glass, steel, and chrome. Innovation is in the heart of every man, woman, and child! We will continue to rise!”
“Sorry Dan, but I wasn’t paying attention at all. What is he going on about?”
“Remember what I said about not holding your hand?”
“Not really.”
“Ugh, whatever man. Listen, do you remember that fire that started a year ago? It took out several stores, and the economy took a decent hit in this area. They’ve built this humongous building in its place, and now economists project that the economy will recover soon thanks to it.”
“And this building does what exactly?”
“Ummm, it’s made by EYE inc. You know, that government owned corporation. Hell, we’re even signed with their publishing company. They kinda have a hand in everything; it’s pretty amazing. This building in particular is a huge mall. It has several shopping centers and even a few well known banks. Security is going to be TIGHT! Plus, it looks awesome.”
“…Sounds real awesome bro.” Evan was not impressed in the slightest, for he remembered the fire; however, the story that was being spun was different from his own. What began as inner dialogue slowly found its way on the paper he was writing his notes on. Everything around him became silent as he focused on his train of thought.The fire wiped out several stores on Hollow Street. Eye Inc and the government came to the aid of the people they care so much about, at least, that is what they want you to believe. What the people fail to realize is that all of the stores taken out in the fire were businesses that were independent from the government. Although they aren’t the national powerhouse of Eye Inc, they were doing great locally, and even beat out their government counterparts. All of a sudden it is a mega shopping center owned by Eye Inc that replaces these businesses. Of course this has been going on for a while. There was an instance-
Without warning, the paper in which Evan was writing on was ripped, balled up, and thrown on the ground. Evan clicked his pen and directed his gaze at the culprit. Dan stood before him with a stern expression, but he didn’t stand there for too long. He quickly dragged Evan to space with less people and spoke in a tone so that only they could hear each other.
“Evan, what the hell are you thinking? You know you can’t write that stuff, even if it’s for your own personal satisfaction. If anyone were to get a hold of that, you might lose more than just your license. Not to mention you’re writing about the very company we work for.”
Evan continued to stare into space until he suddenly regained attentiveness and looked around as if he didn’t know where he was or what was happening. “I honestly don’t know what I was writing. It just sort of happened on its own. Sorry to worry you.” This was not how Evan truly felt. Even though he wasn’t entirely sure how he managed to put those thoughts on to paper, he felt as if that was what he truly believed in. However, dreams weren’t real, beliefs didn’t exist. No one cares about what you want to write. Evan’s thoughts were interrupted by a voice that he recognized. It burned through his eardrums, and resonated in his heart. The old man that was speaking, was now replaced by a tall blonde. “It’s her…”
“We must not forget to honor the families who’ve lost their businesses," stated the blonde woman with a jubilant disposition.
This isn’t right.
“My name is Noel Gards. I am a high ranking executive in EYE Inc. On behalf of the EYE corporation we will donate $100,000 to all the families who lost their lives, and property in the fire.”
This is just a front. 100,000 is not enough to help these people! They will never get back what they lost. Why are people so blind? How could Noel...
“Dan, you didn’t tell me that she’d be here.” Evan said this without taking his eyes off of Noel. He had not seen her in three years, nor did he want to. Ever since that time, he hated her even more than he hated himself.
“Oh, it must have slipped my mind. Whoops.”
“This isn’t something you forget Dan!”
Dan put his arm around Evan and began to walk inside the shopping center with the other writers and guests. “Look, this is an easy story. Just ignore the broad, and have some fun. Writers eat free so dinner is on me!”
“That isn’t saying much, but I guess I’ll have to accept your offer.”
“Alright, that’s the Evan I know. Never turning down a free meal.”
The speeches were finished, and the ribbons were cut. The empty shopping center was suddenly filled with families, laughter, and music. This turned out to be enough to erase tragedy from the minds of the public. Evan really tried to take Dan’s advice, but he couldn’t ignore his heart, or his mind at this moment because it just so happened that they agreed for once in his life.
"We’re celebrating while so many people out there lost so much-" His thoughts were once again interrupted by that voice. The voice that cut through his soul, and kindled a fire that he could not extinguish.
“Why hello Dan Woods, and Evan Bleu. I saw you two from the podium. I haven’t seen you guys in such a long time, and I’ve missed you so much.”
Dan took a huge gulp of his drink as his widened eyes shifted their gaze between Noel, and Evan. “Ummm, yeeeaaah…long time no see, we have a huge workload today so we can’t stay too long-“
“Aww, I was hoping we could catch up. I’ve been sooo lonely these past few months, and It will only take a minute.”
Dan took a bigger gulp of his drink (albeit for a different reason this time) while Evan continued to stare in the opposite direction. “SURE! If it’s only a minute, then of course we can catch up! Right Evan? Heh, right? Evan? Evan boy? Broo? Evannnn? The E meister?”
“Do whatever the hell you want. I’m going to submit my article…” Evan stood up and threw his half eaten food in the trash.
“R-Right, you guys are class B writers, that’s pretty good. If you want I could talk to someone about getting your class S-“
“SHUT UP NOEL!” Evan had mustered up enough rage to look her in the eye. The source of all his current disdain could not be ignored any longer; however, neither could his inner turmoil. “I’ll never apply for the S license! I’m not a complete sellout like you! Looking at you makes me want to throw up and eat it.”
We used to be friends.
“All you ever cared about was yourself, and you used us for your own gains!”
Maybe I thought we could be more than that…
“And yea, I realize I’m a hypocrite Noel, but you gave us no choice! What were we supposed to do!? I don’t want anything to do with you. I just want to forget you existed!
I don’t want to forget.
“So do me a favor and forget my name, and forget my face because I already forgot who the hell it is I’m yelling at!” After he uttered those words, he left Dan and Noel at the food court and walked under the evening sky. Dan looked at Noel whose eyes seemed to turn into porcelain as she tried to fight back the tears. She reached into her pockets and pulled out two tickets. She held them out in front of her as if they held answers to questions she hadn’t asked.
“I should have known that not even time would allow him to forgive me. During those years I never forgot about you all. These were tickets to our favorite amusement park. I know we aren’t kids anymore, but I was hoping…”
“You’ll just have to give him more time. It’s harsh, but I can’t blame him for hating you.”
“…I know Dan…I’m sorry.”
“But, time has taught me many lessons. I understand your point of view, however, Evan took it harder than any of us. Maybe it was because he was the closest to the project, or maybe it was because he was closer to you. Anyway, you should cheer up! People are going to think I made a lady cry, and then I’ll be in a position to snitch on poor Evan. I have a reputation after all.”
“Thanks Dan, I do feel a little better.”
“Enough to let me take you out sometime?”
“I’m depressed not desperate.”
“(OUCH MY SOUL)”
-0000-
By the time Evan reached his street it was already night fall, and the street lights illuminated the path; however, with the light came many shadows. Evan was so deeply entwined in his thoughts that he nearly ran into the man standing at his doorstep.
“I was wondering when you would get here”, the cloaked figure said. He was using his hat, and the darkness to hide his face. Not sure what to make of the tall man, Evan stepped back and reached in his pocket for his knife. The cloaked figure easily noticed this and held his hands up, as if to declare peace between strangers. In his left hand was a wrinkled piece of paper that was then slowly extended toward him. “I came here to give you this. I for one, thought it was a good piece of writing, especially for a rough draft.”
“No one cares about writing enough to return trash.” Evan took the piece of paper which happened to actually be two halves of ripped paper. His eyes widened as he read them to himself, and then looked at the mysterious man. “This is the paper, from this afternoon. Are you here to kill me?”
“Not at all. You see…me and my friends have similar thoughts as you. Writing is too important to fade from society. It has now become a weapon of those with fancy uniforms. No, writing is much more than that. Some used to say the pen was mightier than the sword, and the organization I'm in believes that to still be true. My name is Poe, first name Edger. Shakespeare sent me."
Edgar Poe, Shakespeare? Code names, I definitely recognize this style, but how did they find me all the way out here?
“Sorry, you’ve got the wrong guy. I’m just a citizen trying to earn his keep.”
“Ah, how unfortunate. Mister Speares took a shine to you and everything. It seems I wasted my time. Anyway, I left my card in your room. Don’t worry, I didn’t take anything. It is also to my understanding that you will be submitting an article. Give it some real thought Evan…we will consider your article your response to our offer. I’m looking forward to your services.” The mysterious man tipped his hat, and then walked off into the night while Evan trembled to the point that he was immobilized for a few seconds. He had finally mustered up enough strength to walk inside and collapse on his bed. He turned on his computer, and hesitated before constructing his first sentence when he noticed what looked to be a business card on his desk. It read UNTITLED 0000. With a sigh Evan began typing on his computer. He knew what he was going to write.
-0000-
The next morning Poe turned on his computer, and went to the EYE website. An article on the new building was up. “This should be interesting.” Poe began reading the article while downing a cup of coffee.
Thanks to EYE inc, the people of New York City can live peacefully, and enjoy financial success…..or at least that is what they want you to believe-
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