PART TWO: Towers In the City

X was his name.
He resided in the towers. They stood 1000 feet above the city. A no good city full of crooks and criminal's in X's opinion. The night was the only time when things settled down, but then again that was the only time the towers could be seen.

Why was that anyways? X had heard long ago that when a group of a couple thousand people (now known as night dwellers) discovered the secrets of the night they became more intelligent and realized crime was for immature teenagers. Now at night there was no crime, and the few times there were the criminals had been attacked by something, some lower form of the beings that watched from the towers.

Yes they were beings. X had been alive for 120 years and he wasn't sure about the others. They really had no bodies, they were just a soul and a presence. For the last 40 now he had been watching the quiet night as those below lived their lives. It was relaxing to see people who understood the magic of the night.

X had a special ability. He could feel the vibes that the Earth gave off. And at this time he noticed that something went very wrong. It felt as if a knife was being cut into him.

A GUNSHOT

No! he thought
The night is ruined. The night is ruined.

X felt the vibes turn even darker. Someone was dead. He knew it. A mental sickness flowed in him.

The towers were roughly 1030 feet above the ground. For the most part they were a long thin needle and the top was shaped like a watermelong. It gave off a pinkish glow, which gave the night-time sky an even more dreamish look.

Yet this wasn't the only tower. No, at night there were about ten of them spread across the city. Some people could see them, others couldn't. X believed that the beings who sat at the top of the tower chose who was able to see them and who wasn't. Only intelligent, decent beings could.

And amongst the city few had actually been seen by the humans. Now groups of night dwellers referred to the people in the towers as the "trolls in the tower" even though the beings were not ugly or handsome. They were simply indescribable.

Now X could see what he had felt only seconds ago but it wasn't his eyesight, it was as if there was a screen in his brain, playing. His eyes closed, his third eye activated.

There was a man
an older man
he was running
someone's following him
chased him around the corner
he has a gun in his pocket
the older man's not the one he wants
he doesn't know this
the chasers wearing a coat
his hoods on
the old man stops
he can't run anylonger
the hooded man pulls the gun from a pocket
the gun goes off
now the old man is screaming
there's blood everywhere

X let out some sort of scream and fell to the floor, his mind thumping. Then his third eye reactivated. It showed him everything that was to come.

Julian
Towers
Music
Factory
death
sunlight
memories
amnesia
theaters
love
memories

And X screamed again. It was everything he had thought. Some great changes were about to take hold. He knew what it was, yet he didn't. Something having to do with this factory. And music? X wasn't sure if he knew exactly what would happen. But yet he did. The scariest part was that he didn't know enough to stop it. He didn't even have an idea about how to stop it.

This scared X the most.
There was nothing to prevent it.


And there was a teenager. He knew the girl in the theater, Isabella was her name. But why couldn't he remember if they had met before?

He knew answers would come about From the Dark City.

to be continued...