Half-Heart

[||Megs||]

Introduction

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You know how they say that darkness cannot live without light? And light without darkness?

So far, I see that as true...but why, in this world, must they be divided in such a diverse way? The planet is split in two: you have the half where you live a basically normal life, and make good things happen. But when the bad strikes up...you get sent to the Other Side. The other half is nothing but prisons. How is that so? I couldn't tell you. It goes a long way back.

But think of how hard it is, to do everything right, every single time? We all make mistakes. But They are trying to change that. They, as in the government, and other weirdos. Just imagine if you did not learn something in the proper amount of time...say writing. You are given three warnings before you strike out to the Other Side, and They come to get you personally.

So, you have two choices: do everything right when you are expected to, or fail, and be sent to live the remainder of your life on the Other Side. If you don't like it...well, then you are like me.

Or should I say...We.

We are the few who believe that trying to generate a perfect society would kill us all in the end. But what can We do about it? Certainly not sit here and continue to type this.

Over and out.

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This terminal will explode in three, two, one...

[||Megs||]

Half-Heart

Part One: More Than Tears

"Mommy, where are they taking me? I don't want to go!"

The cry was filled with such a note of desperation, that Zam had to close his eyes for a second. When he opened them again, he saw the small blond-haired girl grasp onto the sleeve of her mother's coat, her small hands clenching around the material in a vice-like grip. The rain drizzled down upon them, the faint glow of the street lights making halos of soft gold and white amidst the chilly scene.

Zam stood but a yard away, leaning back against a smooth-bricked building that seemed to cower in the dreary atmosphere. The mother and daughter stood at the nearly deserted street corner, facing a police officer that stood by his car, waiting, and seeming rather unhappy to be in the rain. Zam dug his hands deeper into the pockets of his trench coat, letting his soaked and silky frame wig of red hair curtain his face.

"Mommy? Mommy! Why won't you talk to me!" the little girl cried, tugging at her mother's coat sleeve. It wasn't a question, but more of a plee. The woman's back was to Zam, but he could see that her shoulders were tense, and her head bowed. In shame, or in sorrow, he could not tell. The little girl tried again, but to receive no answer. Almost numbly, the girl slowly let go of her mother, and took a few steps back, eyes wide at the realization. Her mother was ashamed of her. "No..." the small girl whimpered, and suddenly turned, running down the side walk toward Zam.

The police officer charged into action, knocking the woman over in the process. Zam lifted his hands from his pockets, knowing what he must do. He stepped into the path of the child and gently, yet firmly grasped her, and picked her up. The police officer stopped his pursuit, and smiled.

"Thank you, miss, or sir, whatever you are."

Zam couldn't help but grin. Hooray for disguises. The child in his arms whimpered, tucking her head to his chest. Zam glanced to the woman who was slowly picking herself up, and she looked straight into his eyes. Zam returned her expressionless look with a glare, to let her know what she had just been about to do.

And what he was going to do to fix it.

Zam turned, and ran.

[Hikari]

PLEASE post more! I love this story. ;D

[Starless::Night]

Yay! I remember this story, I always wanted to read mroe, I'm excited to see that you're working on it again. Can't wait to see more.