lust for life; intro

remember that fic i noted at about two or three posts down or whatnot? well, here we go.

it`s called lust for life. i hope you like it :)

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LUST FOR LIFE;
to keep moving, to keep breathing, to keep everything as sensible as it gets, he has to keep himself from dying... the only way he knows how. too bad he`s already as dead as it gets...

INTRO

Gray skies and cerulean waters contrasted against an uptown backdrop, inviting the world into the melancholy city scene. The newsprint colored sky boasted of no transitory stage from day to night, but simply a muted, ominous tone that had spirits down in a ten mile radius in either direction. The lack of overall excitement was like a blanket over the city that rested over the skyline and bathed the city in a sense of negativity.

Down in the traffic jammed, congested city streets, yellow taxi cabs filled with frustration guided businessmen sat with impatience in the backseat, peering at the meter. Metro buses filled with the working crowd and the neighboring yellow school buses were all charged with the melancholy charges from the dampness of the atmosphere, which sparked the stillness of the impending muteness throughout the blocks and avenues, causing irate and antsy passengers. Inside of buildings and businesses, the still, muted, tension filled atmosphere that had permeated the entire block and the surrounding areas was getting the best of the customers in the midst of breakfast fixes, the antsy employees who seemed to be overloaded, and was literally sucking the vigor out of them with every step they took.

In the midst of the dreadful environment, all was coming full circle from a twenty fourth floor full window view. The lack of pallor, the impatient aura from the citizens of the city, and the general loss of enthusiasm was taking a toll on he who watched the scene – and it was in a sense, fatal.

Crystallized, dust colored eyes glared back from the glass window reflection with a disgust that materialized in the back of his mouth, inducing a seeping, saliva and copper tinged taste that swallowed down hard. Staring down on this view, with the aura permeating everything and getting the best of him, draining him whole, Ricardo “Rico” Sanchez was slowly succumbing to insanity.

The city was near death; and he was too.

With what was once was once strong, healthy hands, a singular glass pulled in his direction by will took time to become fully grasped. Slow, jerky movements brought the glass up to chapped, broken lips, and the sips of the last bit of pain numbing whiskey went down hot, almost scalding in comparison to what was once smooth, enjoyable, and intense. For days, this had been the situation. He has done nothing but simply let the devil do his work, while he sat wallowing in inevitable deterioration.

He had become a master of escapism many times in this same situation before it got this bad. Sinking out, fleeing the scene and letting the world simply succumb to what it had started to transgress into before it got this bad had become a harder task than it used to seem; with every move, the search for full purity to drain from had become nearly impossible. Where would he go next, was always the major problem. He had hit all the major cities during his days of scrounging the earth, and even once upon their replenishing, there was no way he could hit the same place twice. Trying to grasp the rawest essence of life to fuel hell’s armies in the near future had become harder than it needed to truly be…

Each day had been spent waiting, watching, seeking, crumbling, depleting... To search for that one source in every city or small town that could keep him going until he had taken all that he had needed was all he was sent here for. To get to the next city to keep going, and to allow the circle of life-lusting to continue to roll was all he needed to do.

The mere separation of life, the purest essence brought forth the best of the worse in Rico. For years, centuries, decades, since the dawn of his eyes upon all that was forbidden, it had been his lust. His craving. His ultimate life necessity… immortality was a given, therefore, he lusted for life...