Luna as imagined
In the year 2055 war revenged the planet. A biological toxin spread around the world and soon became known as the P-virus. Once infected with this virus the host would quickly be taken away by the police and was presumed to be put in quarantine zone where they would die. Our story begins with a man much like you or me and his name is Patrick Doherty.
“Ugh” Patrick groaned as the alarm rang loudly in his ear. He sat on the edge of his bed his head in his hands. He got up yawning and took off his pajamas and walked to the shower. He turned on the water and quickly showered. Stepping out Patrick grabbed his towel and that’s when he saw it. At first is looked like a smudge of dirt on his shoulder so he wiped at it but the mark would not go away. “Damn it I got a tattoo last night? No more 17 shots for me.” Patrick turned around to find the same mark on his other shoulder. The mark was a black background with stars and a large crescent moon. “What the hell? Did I get two tattoos?” Shaking his head he walked back to his bed room and quickly got dressed. “Thank the savior for the long sleeves on these jumpsuits,” Patrick thought. He walked out of his flat and went about his business for the day forgetting all about the marks on his arms.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Returning that evening worn out and hungry Patrick stumbled to the nearest source of food, which happened to be the fridge. Tearing it open he hungrily searched for something to quench his gnawing hunger. Not in any mood for leftovers he searched the bottom for any vegetable he could find. Wrapping his hands around a bag of carrots Patrick tore into them greedily devouring the whole bag. His hunger satisfied he shambled to the bed and fell asleep.
The cool night air felt like wonders on his exposed skin. The dark night sky shone with a multitude of stars, many of which never existed in the real world. But this was just a dream and Patrick was happy. Patrick couldn’t see how he was flying or what he was flying over but he enjoyed every moment of it. That is until the alarm rang for him to get up. He got up now the 2nd week with those strange marks on his arms but none the less he did his normal routine but as he stepped out of the shower he noticed two small but blue feathers on his bed sheets. Filled with curiosity Patrick walked to the bed and grasped one feather. Light but amazingly strong and silky smooth was the feather. There seemed to be no reason as to why there were these two feathers in his bed. As he held the feather Patrick’s mind raced back to that familiar dream of flying. He quickly hid the feathers under the mattress and grabbed the phone calling his second in command Peter Schwab.
“Hey Peter it’s your boss, yeah I can’t make it today you’re gonna have to take over for me.”
“You got it boss, you ok?” said Peter.
“Yeah I’m fine just my stomach don’t feel too good,” said Patrick as he ended the call. Patrick sighed and took one last look at the light blue feathers. He picked one up and twirled it between his fingers. He drops the feather and puts on a jumpsuit and heads out the door
Arriving at the library, Patrick feels slightly out of place. He seems so odd amongst the crowd of people with multicolored hair. In silence he walks up the steps and into the library. He wastes no time at the front desk quickly delving into the shelves gathering anything he can on birds and feathers. While reading a passage in one of the aisles he notices the sweat dripping off his brow. He removes the top of the jumpsuit exposing his new marks. Pat felt a slight breeze and he looked to his left. Right next to him was a plain looking woman except her hair was a vibrant shade of green.
“You should really cover those up,” she said
“Huh”
“Those marks someone might think you have the p-virus,” she said and with that she placed a simple note in Patrick’s book and disappeared into the library.
“Huh? What was all that?” Patrick says as he grabs the note and shoves it into a pocket. He pulls up the sleeves on the jumpsuit and puts the book back. Searching through the shelves there is a loud buzz and Pat turns to the large TV screen in the center of the library. The screen reads “Public execution of the rebel leader tonight at 7 o’clock.” “Just what I need,” grumbles Patrick as he checks out a murder mystery.
The green haired woman watched Patrick always staying out of his sight.
“Good he didn’t read the note here,” she said as she sipped a coffee at a table. She stands up and calmly walks out of the library after Patrick.
