Recypher was his name. By all who knew him and all who cared, Recypher was the only name that held any real meaning.
It was a windy night with a clear sky. The air had a cool breeze and a slight whisper. Recypher was standing on a mound of dirt. Next to him, standing upright, was a shovel. The shovel's travel blade sunk deep in the loose dirt. With one hand on the shovel, he rested his chin on the handle. For a moment, the world seemed to melt away. Staring at the stars, pondering life and tomorrow, one thought crossed his mind. "There must be a better way, a better life".
A lifetime seemed to pass as he held his gaze on the stars. The bottom of his long black trench coat moved in the wind and the shine of his boots would catch the moonlight. The moon was the only light, except for the dull glow of a flashlight laying on the ground to his left. It was the flicker of the flashlight's beam that broke his concentration on the stars. It was the same flicker that caused his friend to call out to him. His friend was in the hole next to him. iShadow was his friend's name. The hole he stood at the bottom of was a fresh grave. It had been dug some few days before and was waiting for a coming funneral.
"What the hell er you doing up there?" is the question iShadow called out when the light flickered. Recypher turned to face the hole and the flashlight caught a better glimse of him. He was tall and apparently a strong man. As he pulled the shovel out of the dirt, his coat blew open in the wind. The black shorts he wore fell just short of his tall boots. A black rag drapped over his head seemed to be folded just right so the symbol of anarchy could be seen in read stitching on the side of the rag. He pulled the shovel from the dirt and grasped it near the blade. Swinging it around in the air, he rested the handle on his shoulder. All in all, he was a menacing sight that seemed to invoke a general fear.
Recypher bent at the knees and kneeled at the edge of the open grave. The wind picked up and with his left hand he removed the rag from his head, stuffing it into a coat pocket. His head was shaved and a large black 'x' was painted on his skin from his eyebrow up around to the back of his neck. He yelled into the grave "you bout done in there?".
iShadow was digging a shallow grave at the bottom of the barren open grave. He had something to bury. A secret he couldn't live with anymore. That is why he brought Recypher to that place on that night. To help hide his secret. Recypher had no idea what his friend was hidding at the bottom of that grave but it was of little importance anyway. The open grave would eventually be filled with a soul and a bunch of dirt, covering his secret.
"Yeah, I'm all done." iShadow replied from in the hole. Recypher took one last look at the stars as if he was sad to end the talk he was having with them, even if it was just in his mind. As he reached his arm into the 6 foot deep hole to pull his friend out, he noticed the writting on his own hand. Not a tattoo but just a reminder, written in sharpie marker. 'Stay home tonight' is all it said.
Sometimes you don't even take advice from yourself. A few weeks after that night, Recypher left his home because of thoughts he had in that exact moment. The seeds of a better way of life made him see his own life from far outside it. Kinda like how the stars saw him that night.
Well thats the way I heard the story anyway. It was all made up and make believe. A wonderful tale of two friends and a grave. The way I heard the story, Recypher moved far away and iShadow is still there, digging holes somewhere.
It was a windy night with a clear sky. The air had a cool breeze and a slight whisper. Recypher was standing on a mound of dirt. Next to him, standing upright, was a shovel. The shovel's travel blade sunk deep in the loose dirt. With one hand on the shovel, he rested his chin on the handle. For a moment, the world seemed to melt away. Staring at the stars, pondering life and tomorrow, one thought crossed his mind. "There must be a better way, a better life".
A lifetime seemed to pass as he held his gaze on the stars. The bottom of his long black trench coat moved in the wind and the shine of his boots would catch the moonlight. The moon was the only light, except for the dull glow of a flashlight laying on the ground to his left. It was the flicker of the flashlight's beam that broke his concentration on the stars. It was the same flicker that caused his friend to call out to him. His friend was in the hole next to him. iShadow was his friend's name. The hole he stood at the bottom of was a fresh grave. It had been dug some few days before and was waiting for a coming funneral.
"What the hell er you doing up there?" is the question iShadow called out when the light flickered. Recypher turned to face the hole and the flashlight caught a better glimse of him. He was tall and apparently a strong man. As he pulled the shovel out of the dirt, his coat blew open in the wind. The black shorts he wore fell just short of his tall boots. A black rag drapped over his head seemed to be folded just right so the symbol of anarchy could be seen in read stitching on the side of the rag. He pulled the shovel from the dirt and grasped it near the blade. Swinging it around in the air, he rested the handle on his shoulder. All in all, he was a menacing sight that seemed to invoke a general fear.
Recypher bent at the knees and kneeled at the edge of the open grave. The wind picked up and with his left hand he removed the rag from his head, stuffing it into a coat pocket. His head was shaved and a large black 'x' was painted on his skin from his eyebrow up around to the back of his neck. He yelled into the grave "you bout done in there?".
iShadow was digging a shallow grave at the bottom of the barren open grave. He had something to bury. A secret he couldn't live with anymore. That is why he brought Recypher to that place on that night. To help hide his secret. Recypher had no idea what his friend was hidding at the bottom of that grave but it was of little importance anyway. The open grave would eventually be filled with a soul and a bunch of dirt, covering his secret.
"Yeah, I'm all done." iShadow replied from in the hole. Recypher took one last look at the stars as if he was sad to end the talk he was having with them, even if it was just in his mind. As he reached his arm into the 6 foot deep hole to pull his friend out, he noticed the writting on his own hand. Not a tattoo but just a reminder, written in sharpie marker. 'Stay home tonight' is all it said.
Sometimes you don't even take advice from yourself. A few weeks after that night, Recypher left his home because of thoughts he had in that exact moment. The seeds of a better way of life made him see his own life from far outside it. Kinda like how the stars saw him that night.
Well thats the way I heard the story anyway. It was all made up and make believe. A wonderful tale of two friends and a grave. The way I heard the story, Recypher moved far away and iShadow is still there, digging holes somewhere.