Gris Lee Stories

These two couldn’t be more of a classic odd couple if they tried, I thought to myself.  The angel and the devil.  The good girl and the bad boy.  The pair from Purgatory. I’ve seen them a few times around here, since I found my way to the Supernova. Clubs are high up on my list of places to people-watch. This one especially, standing tall and bright in the middle of a bustling city of free expression, became like a hive for swarms of humans, and demi-humans.  Or, I wonder if they prefer the term ‘cyborg’ here? Regardless, those two somehow stood out among the rest. Amidst the sensory minefield, they held a strange aura that I simply couldn’t ignore. I caught their names in passing from the DJ. The story of two friends who got sick of their old lives, and founded a home away from home. An angel from ‘heaven’, a devil from ‘hell’. Thus, they called their home ‘Purgatory’; the space between. The angel is Faida. Tall and pale, steel grey eyes behind steel grey glasses an...

'Great events make me quiet and calm, it is only trifles that irritate my nerves' ~Queen Victoria~ -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dodge to the left. Dodge to the right. Jump back. Avoid the wild swing she throws your way. You fail; her fist connects with your cheek. Take a breath, wipe off the blood. Wait as she swings again. Duck. Kick out your leg at her shins. She stumbles back, shoes scraping on gravel. In her daze, throw all your weight behind a punch to her gut. If you’re strong enough, she’ll cough up blood and collapse, winded. The others swarm you, praising your strength. No-one checks to see if she’s okay. Congratulations, you survived a street brawl. It feels like knives are carving at the inside of my chest. I take a few small breaths, wincing in pain, then I take one more. The pain doesn’t go away,   but ...