A Dark Sun That Dawned Ch. 1 Ch. 1

Another story and this is a suspense/thriller based on the movie V for Vendetta. This is only the first chapter and many more will probably follow. I am currently writing at the second chapter.


Blockenberry street at the corner of Hamston road." The man with the slouch hat
placed a small bankroll in the hand, which was stretched out. He took seat in the left corner and sank down immersed into other thoughts. The taxi driver did not turn around but in the rearview mirror the eyes showed a strong fear or caution. He refrained, the warning and instead said simply:
"'Tis ur unwaytick bus," the voice suggested an origin from District 14. But it was difficult to be sure. In the window of the car was a portrait in fabric of Laolin. It was a very skillful reproduction of the painting that hanged in The Dwelling Of Liberty. Similar representations could be found in many homes in the vicinity of the famous residence. During the rest of the trip no words was exchanged between the two men. Due to they did not know each other. Nothing else.


"Press Date: 31st day of the month Ammon, 4 years AL
Report issued by: Brian Jackson Kustler Chief of the Domestic Security Department at the Ministry of Security, 1250 Laolin Square, District 1, Staosopolis, Freedom Republic.
Object: # 312
[...] It should be shown extreme caution when approaching this terrorist. Absolutely no unplanned action without direct decree from L. or the Ministry of Security is acceptable. # 312 is a major threat to our internal security. His inflictions of unrest in the outer districts are not to be tolerated. Therefore, I Kustler believe, we shall as soon as possible arrest this person.
[...]
With the greatest respect:
Brian Jackson Kustler (severely unclear signature)
Laolin, the semblance of peace and tranquility we greet you as our Savior. "

Pauline put down the paper on the desk and did let it lie down for a while. She looked at the paper stack she had just skimmed through with certain awe. When she began reading, she thought it was impossible to get through the entire stack. Much proved to be immaterial. That, she could easily ignore. Some on the other hand appeared to regard information that was important to her. If you are the clerk for the Party top, that was the case. Not much to do about it. It was not even an active choice that led to she ended up here. One of her lecturers from the university had made sure she got it. The lecturer promised a well paid job near the elite. Pauline did not even have to take her degree. Show only your usual charm, he had said. Well well, she get well paid, but worked just as hard and as her father at the factory, thought Pauline. If I resign my life will be wasted. I have not even taken bachelor at the University.

She sighed about how her notary job affected her family relationships. Last week she was forced to leave her cousin's birthday celebration. Just because she had to attend an appointment with the elite. It was not so much fun for either her or the family. But work was work and it required a constant call-outs. Even worse was when her partner would give her the engagement ring and Carrey, right hand of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, called on her. Her boyfriend accepted it, but it did still hurt. The engagement was later reality despite the mishap, and they now lived together. Pauline waved away the privacy while returning the paper stack to its rightful place on the other side of the desk. Just as she put it back the glass door to her right opened. A handsome and well-dressed young man, not much older than she, entered.
"Oh!? The most senior clerk in the country snakes in the Ministry of Security's papers. It was not good. Oh my goodness! It'll be the bag for you; I think ...." The man closed the indictment by adding a wicked smile on his lips. Pauline got up from her chair and gave him a sour look.
"Very funny. You know as well as I do that Minister Berryblock ordered me to investigate the report and take copies of it. And remove that smirk, you look quite ridiculous." The smirk was replaced quickly by a laugh and between scoffing the man spoke.
"Haha, of course, I just make fun of you, beloved Paulie. I even agreed to your little "interference" in my office." The youth made a break. " It's good you take care of your job. You are the most important to us all. Your position is the finest in the country. Shall we sit in the cafeteria for a while? You seem to be quite exhausted. "
I hate when he calls me Paulie, thought Pauline. The minute later she pulled out the whole stack of paper and pushed it into the young man's stomach. He uttered a groan, but said nothing.
"Gladly Rossi," she said triumphantly "if you first help me to copy this in three copies". Rossi gave her a confused look, but pointed to a small copier in the corner of the room. Paul knew what he meant and started copying. Behind her stood Rossi. He stroked his fingers through his lion's mane.
"I think it will take time for that. So we can let it work alone for a while. In the meantime, we will take a couple of strengthening cups of coffee," said Rossi again laughing.

After this both led their feet out into the corridor. The corridor where the country's internal security was monitored around the clock. The whole hallway was lined with doors that hid offices. Repeated pushes on keyboards were heard behind each door. Some raised voices oozed out of some doors, too. Rossi's office was farthest away from the lift so they had go through the entire corridor. Halfway to the lift, a muffled hiss was heard behind a door. On the door was the name plate "Walter Burns". Shortly after the hiss, the door swung up with a bang. The owner of office next door was heard muttering curses as a result. Out through the half broken doorway came a man in black shirt and a green tie. The slightly sunken eyes expressed great confusion. As soon as he had eye contact with Rossi he started talking.
"What were you doing anyway? You cannot just disappear like that! In the middle of the accounts even. To have you as superior is a pain ..." Burns now noticed Pauline who was behind Rossi.
"Oh, hello Zullyiabi!" He said cheerfully 'I did not know you were here ". Pauline gave away a cautious hello to answer. Shortly thereafter, the bull known as Rossi slid up in front of her. Rossi grinning again and began talking to Burns half-sleazy voice.
"I had to check Miss Zullyiabi who studied some important papers. She was admitted to study them in place. In my room that is." Rossi fell silent for a moment. Shortly afterward, he realized that Burns did not plan to answer. So he continued.
"We were just going to the cafeteria for some coffee. The documents are copied at this time in my room. Want to follow us to the cafeteria? You look like you need it." The last thing he finished with a dazzling smile. Burns saw his superior above the edge of the glasses. The glasses were for the moment out on the tip of the nose. He sighed, for he understood that the presentation would not take place today. Rossi was and is always the world's annoying superior. In all cases, the most moody, he thought. Despite his melancholy he looked up again. This time he had put a simple smile on his face.
"No thanks. I have a lot to organize for tomorrow. Sorry, I would like to follow you, "said Burns. Rossi grinned after which this was said and replied calmly.
"You may do as you wish Burnsie" Rossi continued to grin. With this, he gave Burns a hearty pat on the back. Burns gave away a muted cough before he said goodbye.
"Well you two can have fun! And Miss Zullyiabi?" Pauline turned cautious.
"Greet Uncle Billy from Walt! Hahaha" Burns laughed hilariously and walked into the room.

Pauline was so sick of that joke about Uncle Billy. It was not funny. The joke came out to Pauline's family came from the same country as the Kenyan dictator. Or President Emperor William Nblenko Sawazi, lion of the wilderness, as he wanted to be called. In fact, the family fled to the West when he seized power. Pauline was only five years old then. Therefore, she did not remember much of it. All she remembers was that the grandmother and aunt were left behind. They are well dead by now, she thought dejectedly. With this background, one can understand a thing or two. In Pauline's family the little joke was very sensitive.

The Life in Kenya was something everyone in the family tried to forget. The war on Uganda and the Civil War had brought the country to the limit. Both Pauline's parents fought in the wars and brought many horrors with them. When Sawazi began taking control the escape was inevitable. The Kenyan origin was initially a disadvantage for Pauline. Harassment from peers came very often. During the fourth year of primary school she revealed her sharp intellect. The result was that the small African made a meteoric rise in primary and secondary education. The university went as it went. And now I stand in the same elevator as the Minister of Surveillances Vincenzo Rossi. How did he end up here anyway? An chaotic Don Juan who is also a spoiled brat. Padre Giuseppe really knew whom he was bribed. Lille Cento got a new chance to row a boat too big for him. Well, well, rich parents make everything apparently. Or a fawning lecturer for that matter, she corrected herself.

The elevator ride downhill continued with various job talks that were not really important. Just a way to keep the claustrophobia in check for Pauline. Once down in the cafeteria they met various staff at the Ministry. Many of them tried to summon Rossi's attention on reports, presentations and more. The overgrown boy just dismissed questions. As the teenage scoundrel he really was.
"Yes, it sounds great. I can check on it tomorrow ..." he told nearly everyone they met. Some began against expectations to object and say it was several hours left on the day. Then Rossi only jerked casually on his shoulders and stopped listening to them. When they arrived at the queue they had to wait obediently until it was their turn. Rossi offered coffee and paid with excessive change. All this to show his disgusting wealth. In the booth they talked about the report and a bit of humor and gossip about the elite. Too coarse jokes were avoided however. They could lead to jail otherwise! Pauline still thought about Kenya and its mad dictator. The moron Rossi did not even notice that she did not listen.