500 you say . . . .

Okay we had to have a story done for todays class. I was lame and forgot mine, not to worry though because Dale said that as long as I have it posted before the day is through it still counts as being handing in on time. God bless the internet. So here it is. It's isn't much, it's not supposed to be much. Just read it and enjoy.

P.S It should be noted that I'm not a writer and therefore should not be held accountable for my crappy writing skills. Enjoy!

Nicolette awoke, the heavy breathing of Jarvis in her ear, his arm stretched across her chest. She lay on her back for a moment and considered her environment. The rancid smell of burning rubbish and industrial waste mingling with the familiar and comforting smell of Jarvis’ body odour. She loved the way he smelt, a mixture of dirt, sweat and blood. Familiar sounds echoed in her ears. The decaying water and sewage pipes that hung above her head, the constant whirr of machinery and the never ending sounds that came from the rest of her species as they went about their daily business. The sounds of Melbourne 2051, a hellish pit of crime and disease.

Slowly Nicolette opened her eyes and waited for them to adjust to the dim light that flooded the room. Carefully she slid herself from underneath her lovers arm and watched him for the most fleeting of moments as he slept. He looked so gentle and calm, not the savage anarchist that roamed the streets at night plotting to overthrow the powers that be. Not the brutal thief. Not the hellish rider. Most of all, not the killer of men. Nicolette smiled to herself as he tossed in his sleep. His hair all shaggy and tousled as it fell upon his face. This was how she loved him.

She sighed to herself and pulled on a pair of rough cut black shorts, grabbed a bra and singlet and threw them on too. Her usual mesh top couldn’t be found in the mess upon the floor so a substitute of arm bandages would have to suffice. She slung her long black hair up into two messy pigtails and slid her goggles onto the top of her head. She sat next to what was sometimes referred to as the dining table and laced up her boots. She paused and sighed once more, another glance over to Jarvis. Last but not least she stood up and slid her gas mask over her mouth. She looked about her home and wondered what had become of Melbourne. Her small flat resembled something more like a rusted tin box that had been thrown away rather than a place where humans lived. A small one room box with a bathroom attached. Everywhere she looked she saw rust. The only new metal in the place was the security lock on the door.

Nicolette pushed aside her disgust for her surroundings and gathered her courage. It was time for her to go out into the city. She was meeting with a group of like minded people who were sick of the revolting way of life that had become the everyday norm. The dirty water, the rotting food, the riots, the looting, the rapes, beatings and murders. Today they were going to stand up for what they thought was right. Today they were going to make a change for the better, they were sure of it and so was Nicolette. Enough was enough and Nicolette was ready.

So, was it what you were expecting? Probably not as it was not what I was. Until next time folks I bid you adieu.