Syd seemed to be walk-sleeping, if a term like such existed. He was falling asleep while his legs were on their own ride, leading him out onto unfamiliar territory; on the other side of the railway tracks, which was an entirely unknown place to most people. This side of the railway station was better known as the shadow of Victoria Coach Station, because of its under-lighting and because of one incident that took place ten years ago- the mysterious murder of a common man.
Syd’s feet led him to a mysterious place. This place was on the dark side, both literally and metaphorically. It was dark. It also has an eerie feeling to it. Syd’s heartbeat raced; he had not felt this way in a long time. The test to become a policeman had never really proved an example of what being a policeman was like.
After ten years… a situation where I am not required to do nothing more than stand and pretend to keep watch while I’m actually counting the minutes to the end of my shift…
He felt the vibe of a crime, after ten long years of counting the minutes every night, five nights a week. Syd walked on, only to see the awkward trail of insects lead into a considerably large hole in the ground. He shone his flashlight into the hole, which seemed to go on forever, from the angle at which he was looking at it from.
The policeman, Syd, saw the end of the trail, slowly and steadily going past him and into the hole in the ground. He decided it was time to venture into the hole. He had to know what was going on.
Inside, it was pitch black. His heart was beating faster than ever. From this tension, Syd dropped his flashlight. While it was off. How much worse could things get?
He had found his torchlight, and was now looking around with extreme caution. All of a sudden, he heard a ROAR behind him, and he saw something that scared all sensation out of him. It scared the common sense out of him. He saw the trail of insects materializing into something bigger, a larger insect-like creature- like a 3 meter tall insect, inside a hole in the ground. This insect was the color one would get if the attempt was made to mix yellow and black.
The large creature suddenly made a leap for Syd.
Don’t let the endless training you went through go to become a policeman go to waste. Evade the monster and stun drop it with a shot to the head.
Just then he heard an alarming noise; he thought it might be the adrenalin rush in him. It was an extremely annoying noise.
Beep-beep-beep
What could it be? And couldn’t it choose a better time to get on Syd’s nerves than now?
Beep-beep-beep
Almost instinctively, Syd reached for his watch and hit it hard, as if it were the monster that was assaulting him. At least he wasn’t robbed of the ability to make reasonably good judgments instinctively.
It was four minutes past the end of his shift. 7.04am in the morning. Syd rubbed his eyes and looked around. Another long day awaited him. The day had begun for many a person, and the Victoria Coach Station had started being busy again. He picked up his book, ‘Awakening to the Dream: the Gift of Lucid Living’ by Leo Hartong and headed back home. Apparently he still required much practice before he acquired that gift.
