As Sunday approached he began to have more and more doubt, feeling as if it was not worth it, and that he should just not go and leave it at that. The more he thought about it the more hesitant he became, and that struck him as odd. He would usually develop more and more intrigue toward something as it approached, and yet with such a non-trivial matter as a church service, he lost interest as it neared. Of course this only caused Evan to develop even more intrigue about it. He hypothesized, loosely mind you, that there were some invisible forces not wanting this to take place, and thus he fortified his decision to go.
Saturday Evan always traversed to the far border of Metro city, and performed his physical training in an abandoned complex he came across while exploring when he was very little. Though obviously abandoned, the complex had enormously high fences and keep out signs all over it, as if it had been a top secret military base before, or maybe during The War. As he squeezed through a very small gap in the fence on the far south side of the massive complex, he glanced up at the tower in front of him; a large grey concrete structure about 30 stories high, a good two buildings wide, large slabs of concrete jutting from the division of each level of the building, kind of like large balconies stretching the entire length and width of the structure. The area Evan entered into through the gap was very spacious, large enough for hundreds of people to congregate, but it lacked any form of human accommodations, as if it was meant for cargo trucks or military vehicles. To his left at the far side of the supposed loading area was a much smaller building, barely two stories high, made of normal red bricks and a house like roof made of American style shingles. When he discovered this complex a few years back, he immediately made this building into his personal hide out; all of the doors had been permanently sealed, and he had to travel through an underground passage that went from the bottom floor of the larger building made of concrete to the smaller building. He came across the entrance by accident while looking around the concrete tower.
The bottom floor seemed, to Evan, to have been used as some sort of armory. He came across a large arsenal of primitive weapons, as he searched his mind for the names, he was able to identify AR-15’s, Semi-automatic machine guns, colt 45’s, Gloc 17’s, and others like them, extremely rare finds. Evan could have become well known for the find; those guns would have been great exhibits for the museums in Metro city, but if he showed these guns to the many museum employed explorers looking for the next big exhibit, he knew he would lose the privacy of this area for sure. Evan decided he would rather have a place to train. As he looked at all the guns, learning how to handle them, he noticed a large wooden shelf; he wondered why he hadn’t noticed it among all the other metal objects in the room, is was out of place. Evan walked up to it, examining it suspiciously. He tried to move it and it opened like a door. Very surprised and intrigued, Evan followed the damp and scantily lit corridor turns, climbing down and up stairs, until he came across the entrance to the small building. He immediately decided to store all his gear there; it was the safest and most secret place in the complex.
The first room was a very large open area, thin martial arts pads made up the floor, with many hand to hand weapons hung up on the walls; the ceiling was about a story and a half high, with thick square metal beams creating a grid like pattern on the ceiling, allowing one to attach a rope to it and climb. In fact one was attached to the grid in the far right corner. There were 4 doors along the right wall; which was also covered in pictures and plaques of Special Forces operatives that had apparently trained here as well; these doors lead into four separate rooms, each with one more room attached to it. The first two appeared to be additional armories of hand to hand weapons. The third was a locker room with several showers attached, which Evan had to attach to tanks of water he filled up in order to use. The last room was a barracks of sorts, only much more comfortable. There were a row of luxurious bunk beds on each wall and a desk at the far end of the room. If the complex had been closer, Evan would have spent more time there, but it was just far enough that he could only manage to go on the weekend when he didn’t have work, because he had to stay the night. His mother had asked him about where he went on Saturdays, and every time Evan would change the subject, and she eventually just didn’t ask.
As he began his normal workout and training routine, he continued to think about the service the next day. He had a hard time focusing on the workout because of how conflicted he was about the service. He didn’t know why he had had such doubts about going to the service, and that really bothered him. He stopped mid push up and rolled over, staring at the gridded ceiling. In his head he saw the man who had stopped him in the road, how he had been speaking to Evan as if he were reading a prompter from one of the news shows that used to be on television. It was as if some invisible person or force had been speaking in his head. It was just like what he had felt when he found doubts in his mind about going to the service, only the man seemed to desire it, whereas it only annoyed Evan and made him angry for no good reason. Were those forces the same, or was there an entirely separate realm with beings that can influence human decisions and even their actions? The questions spun in a flurry inside Evan’s skull like a tornado that hadn’t touched down yet, so Evan couldn’t predict where it was headed. He couldn’t even finish his training; he was too distracted by the unanswered questions. He sought momentary solace in sleep so that the morning would come faster and he could attend service to quench his hunger for answers. The possibility of a totally different realm of existence, the notion alone sent chills down his spine; the possibility of another world parallel to his own, maybe it was better there, or maybe those invisible forces caused those who destroyed the world to do what they did, if that was true, he wanted nothing more than to destroy their world. He had to know the truth about why all these bad things happened around him, because if he knew why, maybe, just maybe he could do something to turn things around.
DU LIEST GERADE
The Reacher
AbenteuerEvery kid dreams of being famous. We all want to be known and liked by others, even if were too stubborn to admit it. Evan was no different. However, he had been born in the shantytowns outside of Metro city, the city which horded to itself his life...
