Unfinished Tales
Author: Polaris Zark

Chapter 11
The Cheetan: Prologue

A man wore a brown leather waistcoat over a blue shirt which was tucked into some light blue jeans. He wore a brown leather belt attached to a holster which had a revolver tucked into it. He wore grey socks and leather brown boots with golden spurs and a leather brown hat. If he took his hat off you would see neatly cut brown hair matching a large brown moustache covering his mouth. This man had scars all over his face. He was looking out of the window of a train going through dry grassy plains. The man had some kind of sadness in his eyes. They twinkled. His eyes were a deep blue.

A ticket officer was walking through the carriages. When he got into the carriage this man was sitting in, he did the same thing he did in the other carriages. He walked from person to person. The man with blue eyes was around the middle of the carriage, he hadn’t notice the ticket officer for he was still looking out of the window sadly.

If you had examined this man closely, you would’ve noticed he was 26. He had too much scars for a 26 year old, you’d think, because if you had looked at him briefly, you would’ve thought he was in his 40s.

The ticket officer was facing the man. “Can I have your ticket please sir?” he asked. The man didn’t answer.

 “Sir,” said the ticket officer now confused, impatient and worried. “Sir, are you all right?”

The ticket officer had blond hair coming out of his hat. He was quite a short man compared to all the others on the train, only about 1 ⅟2 metres tall. He was wearing a blue jacket and blue trousers. His clothes were baggy in him. His hat was not real leather, it was blue, and it had a little yellow banner saying ‘Ticket Officer’ neatly.

The man suddenly turned his head and looked at the ticket officer. He wiped his eyes and forced himself to look happy.

“Sorry, I just dozed off into dreamland a bit, here is my ticket.” said the man. He held up a little white piece of paper. The ticket master took the paper and looked at it carefully. He then gave it back to the man.

After five hours, the train was approaching a small town. The train went into the town and slowed down until it came to a stop. Lots of people got up and walked off the train. On the platform outside the train was a sign saying ‘Hangilona, Texas’.

The ticket officer was watching people get off. When the line of people had finished he started looking confused. People were about to get on the train, but he stopped them and quickly ran down through the carriages. When he got to the third one, he saw the man, who again was looking sadly out of the window. The ticket officer grabbed the man’s arm and pulled him up.

“Sorry sir, I remember your ticket, it’s your stop, you have to get off now.” He said. The man nodded thankfully, and pretended to be happy again. Before the man jumped off the train into the crowd of complaining passengers, he gave the ticket officer his ticket, and away he went. The ticket officer put the ticket in a bin, and let the passengers on.

Soon the train was slowly starting up, and going away. The ticket officer looked worriedly out of the window on the door, but soon his face had been pulled into the distance.

In a bar a short distance away, the man was ordering a pint of beer.

“You’re not from around here.” Said a fat barman. This barman had no hair showing, he probably was bold.

“No,” said the man, “from Arizeno.” He finished, making the barman look surprised.

“No one from that crap hole is rich enough to come to Texas.” Said the barman astonished. “How did you get the money?”

“It’s a long story.” Said the man frightened. “I’m not going to tell you.”

“Well, what’re you doing here?” asked the barman annoyed.

“I’m looking to get a job here.”

“Well we’re short of staff. Would you like a job here?”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

“Well what’s your name?”

“My name is Chess Chane Manerube.”

 

Chess worked at the bar for the rest of his life. He always looked into nothingness sadly. It was very peculiar. Chess never did tell them how he got the money. But I’m going to tell you how he did get the money. I’m going to tell you why Chess looks into nothingness sadly. I’m also going to tell you what happens next.

 

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