PROLOGUE, PART TWO
It took four hours –
two on the extra assignment alone – but Rye eventually finished his homework,
only stopping to eat dinner midway. The only bit of work left in his evening
was his part-time job.
“Hey, mom! I’ve finished my homework, so I’m going down to
Elliot’s! I’ll be back ‘round ten or ten-thirty!” Rye said.
“OK, Rye! Just remember to be careful!”
Rye had a part-time job
at Elliot’s. Elliot’s was an independently-ran record store across from Joliet
Park, at 32nd and Pollyanna. Again, Rye lived on Pekei
between 34th and 35th, so it was just a few blocks away.
As Rye left his
apartment block, he went to unchain his bicycle. He started pedaling down to
Elliot’s, going southbound, turning right at 32nd, and continuing for one
block.
Rye chained his bike to
the rack in front of Elliot’s, and went on in.
“Hey, Rye, you’re just
in time! C’mon in!” Said the owner,
Elliot Trudeau, as Rye walked inside.
Elliot’s was a small,
but nonetheless popular record store. They sold music on Cassettes, CDs, and
vinyl. In addition to records, they also had a comics section, some old
videogames from the 80s, and three arcade machines. The owner had been running
the place since the late 60s, and the store shows no sign of ever disappearing
from East Fourside, despite record-high inflation
that has started to plague the global economy.
Rye got behind the
register and started to work. Despite the tedious hours that one would expect
from working as a cashier, Rye’s job was actually quite decent, since the
record store was frequented by his friends at high school. Eduardo Gomez, Rye’s
best friend, for instance, was always there around eight o’ clock, if not
earlier.
“Yo, Rye, amigo! How are you doing tonight?”
“Oh, so-so. I got extra in Algebra for nodding off in class.”
“Well, you shoulda seen what was going down in
Health! Someone cracked a joke when the teacher mentioned…err…y’know what I mean. Anyway, the drill sergeant of a teacher
gave EVERYBODY extra work! All because of some idiot’s
failure to act their age!”
“Yeah, like that’s gonna teach him a lesson. Goof up, and you aren’t
even singled out for punishment.”
“The homework itself was rather easy, so I can’t really complain about that,
though.”
Suddenly, a distressing
thought entered Rye’s head.
“Now, Ed, on an
unrelated note…”
“Yeah, what is it, amigo?”
“Last night, I had this…horrible nightmare.”
“What was it about?”
“Well…I dreamt that I saw this…thing.”
“Go on…?”
“It was horrific…it was just this…red…swirly…entity…I could hear breathing…and
words…”
“…”
“Then I saw the entire city of Fourside…in
flames…people running in the streets…”
“…”
“…there were these weird alien robots…they were…silver, with weird insignias on
the upper right of their chests. Cops were trying to fight them…but it was just
a one-sided massacre…the aliens were trying to kill any and everyone they
saw…and they were winning.”
“Hmm…”
“It was…simply the most horrifying thing I ever experienced...I don’t even know
how I could’ve dreamt something like that…It almost seemed too real to be a
dream…”
“Don’t worry, amigo. Chances are that it really was
just a dream. I think you may just have been watching too many reports about
the war in Neoslavia. Or maybe you ate something
before you went to sleep?”
“No, we’ve already finished that unit in current events, and the night I had
that dream, I don’t recall eating anything.”
“Nothing like that could ever happen, though, amigo, you know that. It’s not
possible.”
“…you’re right, Ed. Normally I’d shrug this off, but for some reason…ah, screw
it. It’s just a dream, nothing more.”
“See, amigo? I guarantee you that when you wake up Saturday morning, Fourside will still be here, corrupt politicians and all!”
At that, both of them laughed.