Atoning Night

The night appealed usual. I was walking around the city that seemed to be around Trafalgar Square, unmindful of where I really opted to go.

I met a man on my batch and escorted me near an alleyway where I saw my aide parking a bizarre vehicle. The nightlights were overpowering. The man waved goodbye as I sat on the back of the vehicle, my aide driving and telling me to pump the juncture of the vehicle to make it faster.

As my aide drove, I learned that there were methods on how to pump the juncture in order to get the perfect speed. I could not get the perfect speed though. The highway was nearing, we stopped and let some few more men to get in the open vehicle. I did not see their faces, however. They were vague apparition of the unknowing. I continued to sit and pump. I was getting tired until I saw that we were already beside the towering railways of the train, already in the highways. But I was disappointed when I saw that a part of its cemented fence far below was barred and destroyed. The beings walking on the fence continued to walk, as they reach the disconnection created by the explosion, they fell one by one without reaction.

I kept on pumping the juncture.