District

Tom was back in District 666. It wasn't a workday as he was on his weekend. He came to downtown because he wanted to see for himself that the provision Lady Lina said was possible. If it were possible, he could have a serious place here to live, work, and have nothing to think much about. That's if he was accepted.

While walking on the sidewalk, Tom noticed that people were roaming the area as well.

"People are still active?" he frowned.

It was the weekend. Usually, people would rather stay indoors and rest after a long week of work, but here, that was a different case. It seemed like your ordinary day.

To his left, Tom spotted an antique shop that was selling old books displayed at the front of the store, protected by a huge rectangular-sized glass panel. Other than books, there were other items that caught his attention.

An old greenish typewriter.

Animal toys carved out of wood.

1800s dresses.

Brass candle holders darkened by age.

Pocket watches with cracked faces.

Porcelain dolls with faded eyes.

Silver tea sets resting on velvet cloth.

Framed paintings with yellowed varnish.

Vinyl records stacked in wooden crates.

Rusty swords mounted on the wall.

Grandfather clocks ticking slowly in the corner.

Handwritten letters tied with ribbon.

Mirrors with ornate golden frames.

And a gramophone with a wide copper horn.

This was just the many things that Tom spotted when his legs slowed down to take a look at the extravaganza.

Maybe I could buy something or two, he thought as his head glanced at the front door, and inside there were people--a girl on the ladder and the other, an old man with a white beard, lifting a box as he handed it to the girl on the ladder.

Another thing that interested him was the girl in the store. There was something about her that Tom couldn't put his head to decide on. Was it her glasses that rested neatly across a straight and delicate nose, or was it the interior lighting that touched her fair skin, giving it a soft reflective glow amid the dim room, or was it her long red hair which spilled over her shoulders while her trimmed bangs brushed across her forehead and framed eyes sharpened almost as though she was mysterious.

Tom couldn't tell.

He was hypnotised.

That's when he snapped out of his trance-like state.

"Uh--What am I thinking?"

He placed a hand above his head and looked at the hand and then back to the shop.

"Another time," said Tom, and he walked off.

Maybe not today, but maybe another time.

He arrived at the centre of the town. The middle was driveways crossing, interchanging left street to right street and top street to bottom street. He was on the bottom street road called Hawkmaster, on the sidewalk.

On his right, he stopped at the PNSP Registration. It wasn't a booth but an actual building on the side of the right street called Drainbox. It was close. He needed only to cross the streets and he should be there.

At the front of the PNSP building, both hands on his hips, the thoughts of the words Should he do this or should he NOT? rang throughout his head, bouncing from one ear to the other like a swinging seesaw or a record player playing on constant repeat. His head held high, his eyes squinting.

"Yeah, let's get this over with this....."

Tom opened the door and the bell on top of the door rang.

"Hello, anyone here?"

The reception area was empty; empty as in empty-empty. No more than one furniture piece, painting, or lighting in the background. The floor was dusty. The side walls were populated with cobwebs and spiders crawling.

Why does this place look like it was meant for the scrapyard? Tom inspected.

That was when he heard noises coming from the end of the room.

"Hello?" Tom said quietly with silent footsteps towards the door.

Then it was the cry of--

"Arghhhh!"

--that switched Tom's mind.

With an immediate click in his head, he pressed on, his legs on the move, rushing to where the screams originated from, and that's when he found a door. Right for the taking, he grabbed the doorknob and hurled the door wide.

What he expected was someone innocent being held against their will and forced to do unspeakable things for whatever reasons there may be.

But instead, what he got to see was a guy fucking a woman, his dick stuck into her ass as he held her by the hips and her hands were on the table as the guy was doing away with her in a rough manner and animalistic nature--and the woman, she moaned in absolute pleasure.

Interrupted, the man and woman noticed Tom's sudden arrival and scattered, breaking away from their interlocked form.

Tom left as quickly as the wind had left the room. He couldn't believe his eyes. This was the second time he saw two people fuck each other. The first in the bedroom, and now this one.

What's going to happen next--an orgy party?

"Calm down, Tom. You didn't see a thing," Tom tried to calm himself down, and it did.

He was calm.

It wasn't that bad.

It wasn't a murder, or that he'd be packing a lot more than just a mere scare. He'd lose his lunch from earlier as it broke down in his stomach.

He then saw the woman come out of the room. She covered her body with her dress, which was not properly worn, and embarrassingly ran out barefoot.

Tom stared at her all the way when she exited through the front entrance.

"Well fuck me, mate, what the hell are you doing here?!" the man who was fucking that woman called out and leaned on the side of the doorway.

"Who comes in while a man is having a damn good sex?"

"Uhm.."

"Well which is it, boy--spit it out!"

Tom cleared his throat.

"My name is Tom Wildhunt."

The man was unimpressed and replied,

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock."

"I-I was sent here by Lina Brittiny. You know her?"

"Well shit, boy," he leaned off and walked to Tom. "So you're him."

He continued.

"Yeah, I know her."

He scrolled his eyes over Tom.

"Now that you mention it, she is one hell of a woman. The best ones out there. She really gives you wanting more," as he closed onto Tom's face, "your balls wanting a kick at that pussy, and the inside, man, it's like the best part."

He backed off.

"So tell me, boy...." he returned to a normal state, "...what brings you here? I'm guessing you're here for that registration, huh?"

"Yeah I am!"

"That's too bad, kid, you're not getting it."

"What?! Why?!"