[indent] If only Homunculette believed in the human concept of Hell, then he definitely thought that he appeared in the midst of it.
[indent] There was hot. There was a shitload of people. And, finally, there was stench everywhere. It was a very circumspect punishment for his endless stupidity.
[indent] He tried to pull himself together and remember how he got here. He and Marie visited a very dull and pathetic event. Unfortunately, event turned out very dangerous carnival of idiots, and Marie was damaged

[indent] Very very much

[indent] But they are escaped and she wasn't acting so well, but trying to convinced Homunculette that she was okay

[indent] But she wasn’t and Homunculette knew it. He felt it. It was very painful, by the way.
[indent] Then they argued, and Marie told him, that being inside her is deadly dangerous right now. She can handle it by herself, she said.

[indent] “Goodbye for a while,” she said, “I know you won't be lost.”

[indent] And first thing that Homunculette did when he fallen out from Mari — he was lost.
[indent] It was a narrow street with dirty white houses hanging over crowds of people, which scurried like a mindless insects and jabbered in a strange language. Without Marie, he had no idea what they were talking about. He knew very few popular Earth languages. And now he made a fool of oneself. Without her he was literally the waste of space. In muddy suit.
[indent] Homunculette went forward, trying not to hit into people. And it was very hard. Elbows, knees, feet, even foreheads crashed into him. He could swearing as much as he wanted, no one understood him anyway. Gradually, he stopped noticing the crowd around him. He began to feel only anxiety and growing fear inside him.
[indent] Where is Marie. How she feels. Maybe she is dead now. Maybe he will be alone from this moment. Forever.
[indent] His hair, dirty with sweat, stuck to his forehead. He walked for several hours without stopping. And then he felt the sea. He quickened his steps and after half an hour he finally came to the waterfront. Homunculette felt a kind of short relief. His eyes stared at the Gateway of India. He finally noticed something familiar among these obscureness and wild humans he had never seen before. After all, he was too alien to be accused for the colonial views.

[indent] Homunculette sighed. What should he do now? He was so devastated he had no motivation to even take another step.

Отредактировано Homunculette (2018-05-26 20:15:04)

Homunculette looked at the long shadows casts by Gateway and ships, and sighed wearily. He was too angry to be tired, and too tired to think clearly. He glanced at the sea and made a few steps closer to the boundary separating the land and the water. Perhaps there is quite deep. Maybe he should try to drown himself.
Then he remembered that he couldn’t drown. If he would even try, he just became wet again. Wet and sad. This is how his life going now. Without purpose and with an abundance of a very cruel circumstances.
And if he dies now, where does he go? He definitely needs to be in Gallifrey's databases to become absorb by the Matrix. That’s why humans invented Hell and Paradise, Homunculette thought. To not become afraid. What a childish thoughts, idiot.
But something distracted him from his gloomy thoughts. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that things have changed around. One thing, more specifically. One person. And this person changed the atmosphere like a stone thrown into the water. Homunculette immediately stiffened and looked around cautiously. He felt that this could not be a mere coincidence. The word 'coincidence' itself was some kind a taboo among time lords. Everything happening for a reason.
Finally, he found the hefty figure standing in the distance. As a matter of fact the figure was too conspicuous among the scurrying locals. Suddenly, the Homunculette met the person’s gaze and immediately understood that this man came here for him. He felt parched but it mostly was fault of the heat and salty, dusty air, not because of his emotional state became a way more desperate that was before. Maybe this person knew something, maybe - nothing, but Homunculette comprehend that he was nothing to lose.
He stood for a while, staggering, waiting, then he put his hands into suit jacket pockets and strode towards the figure. Hearts were pounding in a strange rhythm, the head was buzzing. Homunculette felt terrible. However, it was his regular mood recently. And he was enveloped in the terrible smell of fish. He hated fish.
He stopped in front of the figure and coughed.
"You're not from here," he said with a strange intonation, between a statement and a question.
"So, who are you and who sent you? What do you want?" Homunculette tried to sounds delicate, but it was very, very hard.