Night crawled into the bed of humanity like a lover with her price already paid.
Sector Nine lit his last cigarette of the day and walked into the city slowly overflowing with the colors of night, all green, red, blue neon from every nook and corner, like a monstrosity with a thousand eyes slowly waking up and opening its eyes one at a time.
Sector was his name and Nine was his number, it was also the number of fingers he had, a sad encounter with a shark somewhere in the Arabian sea had taught him that you can't tell somethings to 'Fuck off'.
For the rest of the world, thought Sector, he still had one middle finger left.
He cursed under his breath at random people and thought about different ways to torture them to admit to sins they had not committed, it just lightened his mood and what was waiting for him needed him to be at his best and lightest mood. He cursed randomly at a passing girl who tripped and screamed as her ankle sprained and she fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes in pain.
Sector grinned his favourite grin and sucked hard on his cigarette. He reached the building he was looking for, the sign above the door said in a kaleidoscopic colors "A Thousand Elephants"
Sector pushed the heavy door and stepped into the chaos. Everyone inside was screaming at the top of their lungs, strange lights flickered at supersonic speeds in the apparent darkness and a hypothermic needle full of a black liquid plunged straight into Sector's heart.
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