Thread: Never Be The Same Again (Yoshie x Source Code)

The sad truth about man is that there is no torment greater then the one you set upon yourself. No matter what people do for you, no matter what you do to make things better or right... It just doesn't seem enough to make that noose around your neck any looser.. For four years Alex roamed.. For four years Alex tried to work it out, tried to move on with his life, tried any fucking thing he could to make himself feel whole again... But nothing ever seemed to make him whole again. So why was it that he found himself in San Francisco? It was here that his wife had been raped and murdered.. It was here that her murderer was let off Scott free for some bullshit deal.. Alex hadn't worked a damn thing out in four years so why the hell was he here now? Revenge? If only Alex could get his revenge. Even that was robbed from him. You can't torture a corpse... And no solace came from that pig's death... So why was he here? His feet walked the familiar streets of San Francisco, dressed to impress in the dying sun. Though that was how Alex always dressed, a fine suit, polished shoes. The only real change from four years ago was the cravat that covered his neck where I tie once stood. His eyes stuck behind a pair of now old worn gold colored glasses. As more of precaution now then a habit his hands were covered in black gloves, and as he walked the streets of San Francisco he did get quite the stare. Not from adoration, but from confusion and curiosity. People dressed the way Alex dressed usually had limos or fancy sports cars to drive, they didn't walk the hills of San Francisco. But to Alex? When Alex looked at these people staring at him he saw nothing more then time bombs. People walking around pretending, conforming, putting on that mask of who they should be or how they should act. What were behind those masks? A murderer? A saint? Why hide what you are? It sickened Alex as he continued on. There was an answer to all of this, or more desire. It was something that Alex had been ignoring and suppressing for years now. Four years he had not seen someone's true face, he had not trusted someone to be the person they presented themselves to be. And in those four years there was a sort of yearning, a longing to find someone who didn't hide behind such masks. Sara... His dear departed wife hid behind her masks, but at least Alex knew the woman behind the mask. No, the only person that he had ever met who truly lived without a disguise, who embraced not only herself but what human's truly desire and need, the one person that constantly plagued his dreams and memorize was none other then Winry Seduction. A friend before the chaos, before the pain. One that in a different life Alex would of gladly swept off her feet and given the world too. It was her that Alex yearned to talk too again. For once more in his life actually connect to another person, to not be lied too. And so this desire drove him.. This desire brought him to the very same block that he had stood at years before. Temptation, with the sun fading into night the neon lights and bald bouncers almost shinned to attract customers. Was Winry still here? Would she really give up her pride and joy to another? Was she still alive even? But the better question was would she accept him, at least for one night to chat. Would Winry somehow understand? He had rejected her before, twice even. Would she really be so forgiving? Alex didn't know and truth be told was a little frightened by that chance that she wouldn't be there or she would rebuke him. But he had to try? Another night of this emptying abyss in his chest and Alex was bound to kill himself, and this time Winry wouldn't be there to stop him. After a long wait in line Alex would be let into the club, and after four years the club had many changes. Though the pleasures and outlets that this paradise offered were still the same. Change the outlets, reinvent the uses, but the club was still the club. A place where any human with the right amount of cash could indulge and find bliss. Find perfection in paradise. Alex's perfection laid in a drink that Winry had turned him too years before. Johnnie Walker. And tonight, much like many nights before Alex would order himself some of the black label. He would inquire about Winry after a glass or two, his back turned to the dance floor and tables of the club since his focus was on Mr. Walker and the sweet escape he offered.