Tale of a Pup: MK8D Fzero Circuit

[Isabelle]

Continued from Tale of a Pup: In the Dog House

When Isabelle rematerialized, she was standing in the middle of a dirty neon lit street, droves of people, in outfits that ranged from street leathers to thin cloth that barely left anything to the imagination, crossed paths with the confused dog.

She was more confused about the sudden change of location than she was of the location itself. One of her apartments was located in a place like this back when she lived alone in the city. When her mind accepted the change of scenery, the painful memories started to flood in like a wall bursting at the Hoover. Unlike the land of lava and the white void before, she knew this kind of area way too well.

While the rich and the blissful sat on the testaments of civilization in the business district, those that were less fortunate would wind up either in the slums or worse, the neon lit hovels of debauchery and gambling. It’s a place where animals would come to prey on one another, either by betting all their money on the fastest horse, or to purchase another person for a night of pleasure.

All of her jobs out there were filling out documents for clubs, being in the backroom was far better than whatever happened out in the dance floor. But when she was between jobs and the money started to dry up, she cried every night fearful that she may wind up like one of those scantily clad girls on the street corner.

Not wanting to spend another minute in wretched hole like this one, she pulled out her phone and poked around for the recall station app.

However, in the corner of her eye, she saw something. She froze her place and turned her head to peek, to ensure she wasn’t imagining it.

A familiar old man in a bowler hat and chocolate colored suit, stood across the street on the stoop of some run down building.

“Mr. Wayward?” She asked under her breath.

He was looking straight at her for a moment, then he turned away, made his way up the rest of the stoop and went inside.

Isabelle, now curious, slid her phone back into her pocket, and crossed the street in pursuit.