Silver city memoirs of a hitman

Six years as a cleaner in maviere city.

And god damn it they don't all beg and but they all lie that’s a pity.

The man lay scurrying along the wooden floor of the tenement block.

I cut a salute as i send a glare his way to antagonize and mock.

The shadows the light creates darken my face and underline my eyes as i approach.

Just another day disposing of another human roach.

Short black hair rimmed glasses resting underneath my trilby hat.

Another scumbag bail jumper trash of society as on the ground the bad taste i spat.

A simple dress shirt and blazer casual set with it a professional air i go to open my mouth but the whining pup interrupts me.

Please ill leave the city i wont cause trouble just tell madam sidaris you never saw me he plea.

I get a buzzing the lie detector in my jacket pocket another lie and in shock he reels.

I have a son and i can pay you he squeals.

I draw my pistol  best he shouldn't suffer scum or not i think.

i’m different pull myself back from the brink.

There's a difference though between us a maniac and a cleaner and I've met one or two i remind myself

I hand him a smoke i remind him he’s about to die “you don't have long to forget yer health”

Now i watch the sweat drip and the panic set in.

A woman opens her door but closes it as quickly i watch her turn and spin.

She says sorry i know she wont call the cops or say a word.

After all today im a hero killing some drug dealing bale jumping turd.

The silver light creeps in through a window crack.

And i saw traces of that light as the wad cash sat against the wall i give him to chance and turn my back.

But he knows he wont get far he accepts the smoke to quiet his nerves.

He choking on fumes and in a moment he’ll get what he deserves.

Sidaris wasn’t your typical gangster anyone dealing had to pay.

The man leans in head forward and starts to pray.

I press the gun to the back of his head silent.

A simple job ending quietly in sunlight its silver as a rough time ended non violent.

As i head back to the safe house i remind myself why it was this way and lacking choice my stake.

The cops and many of the laws servants their guiding hands were greedy and on the take

At the i wont say home but safe house I'm greeted by an empty house its sparsely furnished it would never stand out.

Just like me in the background i sit inside alone forgettable i pout.

Its just another day in the gray town in my silver city i call existence.

But something happens the phone rings and i know its the wrong time day sidaris? i thought to see the difference.

I answer the phone letting it sound plain unimportant like something a businessman might say.

“Hello  you’ve reach martin reyes” i let my voice drone.

To sound bored and uninterested i force a tired groan.

Chapter 2 The Queen of The red Lace

Being a woman in this city is a dying art.

I pause before the next part.

Never let other people tell you what you are.

Glow bright through the shit be a star.

The nervous girl beside me Claire quiets down.

In this club the red lace i wear the crown.

The music is lively and rhythmical today.

I laugh a smirk creasing my lips show them who's boss make them pray.

There was a time i wanted to be a star.

With my sister on piano who's sitting at the bar.

standing up tall in silver light.

but selling out my ideals to fit in had never felt right.

besides someone had to look after the girls.

so that the imaginative lies men told were left in swirls.

on stage my dreams....they never die.

it was the redemptive silver light in the inescapable gray worlds sky.

i never belonged anywhere as i do in silver light.

the starlight of us the gods of stage glowed with dawning might.

A tear falls like a silvery droplet melting into the floor.

I gracefully take the stage i watch as i sing basking in there awe.

a single thought fills my mind.

a hollow echo that leaves me blind.

what if i lose the fight.

It wouldn't matter all my girls would glow as bright.

Thick lines of lash flowed from soft blue eyes.

Long blonde wig"she"Placed on her head time flies.

Once the parts of the costume were assembled"He"became"her"

Once on stage"She"was a dazzling blur.

Leaving the red lace a club on the east end.

"He"was a man again hollow"he"couldn't pretend.

For one shining moment"she"was a star.

Zoning out from hostile shouts"he"was in his car.

who was real the answer both"She"felt enlightened.

As"his"Societal identity tightened.

"She"had learned to shrug off comments from idiotic people.

"he"was something more scarlet of the red lace societies steeple.

Most"She"knew saw her as a joke or a prop.

But when the sassy angel sang hearts would stop.

"she"would never be an A. Lister even on a whim.

And none but a few faithful would miss"him"

Red lace was a pole dancers club after the war.

well she thought there wasn't much choice was"her"or her sister she went to redlace"he"couldn't withdraw.

But"she"dreamed deep in her heart one day she would be a star.

It was undeniable Her and her sister on piano would go far.

Mr Clayton black ran the east end.

Though a criminal he'd never had to pretend.

he gave a lot of people a job.

better than those poor slobs he would rob.

The Starless empire drowned like rats.

Here in Muvharl we're another empires cats.

Words in my mouth and i miss the stage.

Men were men we're told at any age.

its hard not to hate my life.

That's when my phone goes off Its bethany she says bill asked her to be his wife.

my short brown hair made it hard to avoid a tear.

i drive over to bethany's couldn't be more clear.

At beth's I'm by the dresser as my sister whispers"slut so i bet he begged you to stay"

i lie to romanticize it"oh he begged if i was god he'd pray"

couldn't let her see me weak.

to know the hell that is my life as people call me freak.

A thick sheet of neon lit the town a shade of green.

The firewall security looked to keep the town clean.

It was the only thing of color in this dim world.

I'm still trying to find my place as my immorality is twirled.

i spared her from this life i think i can quit when she's out my hair.

but i look into her eyes of auburn and i'm reminded why i care.

I looked after her since i was sixteen.

After demsburg she had called me the sovereign queen.

not blood related i concede.

but she was more than i could ever need.

i took in this refugee girl with hope in her eyes.

knowing i couldn't keep her from the world that filled me with despise.

no i suppose i still hope for a better day no matter what happens in the present.

i listen to beth's happiness her eyes bright and innocent.

Never knew how she managed to look so happy.

i focus my efforts on the wedding i wont become snappy.