Metro 2034

The guards didn’t dare to talk to the passengers.

Only the steady groaning was to be heard while they operated the lever.

“How did you do that?” Asked Sasha Leonid.

“Hypnosis.” He was winking with his eyes.

“And what are those documents of yours?” She looked at him distrusting. “How is it that they’re letting you through everywhere?”

“There are different passports for different situations.” He answered vague.

So that no one could hear them she had to move closer to Leonid. “Who are you?”

“An invisible watcher.” He whispered.

If Sasha hadn’t put her hand in front of her mouth the questions would have just rushed out of it.

But now the soldiers were listening and even the sound of the lever had become more silent.

So she had to wait till the Frunenskaya, a dried up and bleached station which fainted face had been covered in the red makeup of the flags. The mosaic on the ground was missing at some parts, the broad pillars had been gnawed on by the tooth of time and the rooms above her were like dark ponds.

Closely over the heads of the inhabitants black lamps on cables moved from one side to the other. They had been put between the pillars and not even one ray of the valuable light was being wasted. It was surprisingly clean here: Even more cleaning ladies then usual hushed over the platform, scrubbing the ground from one side to the other.

The station was full of people, put when they look at Sasha they winched and acted if they were going about their business. Only when she had passed them they relaxed again and talked to each other silently. When she turned around the whispering disappeared and the people got back to their business.

Nobody seemed to want to look into their eyes.

As if it had been something indecent.

Sasha looked at Leonid. “Strangers don’t often go here?”

The musician shrugged his shoulders. “I am a stranger to them as well.”

“Where do you live?”

“There were the people aren’t so dead serious.” He smiled. “Where they know that a human doesn’t just survive on food alone. Where they haven’t forgotten about yesterday even when it hurts.”

“Tell me of the emerald city.” Pleaded Sasha silently.

“Why are they… Why are you hiding?”

“The rulers of the city don’t trust the metro…”

Leonid had to stop and barter with the guards at the tunnel entrance. Then he and Sasha dove into deep darkness.

With an iron lighter he lit the wick of an oil lamp and continued: “They mistrust them because the humans in the metro are gradually losing their humane appearance. Also there are still people here who started that terrible war. They don’t even want to admit that to their best friends. The people of the metro won’t change. You can only fear them and keep them away from the city. You can only watch them. If they would know of the emerald city they would consume it and spit it out again like they do it with everything they get their hands on. The paintings of the old masters would burn. Paper would burn and all that’s on it. The starved building of the university would break down. The only society that has reached peace and harmony would be destroyed. The big ark would sink. And nothing would remain.”

Sasha felt hurt. “Why do you all think that we can’t change?”

“Not all believe that.” Leonid gave looked at her with his head sideways.

“Some try to do something.”

“They don’t seem to try very hard.” Sasha sighed.

“Not even the old man knew of them.”

“Many have heard it.” He said mysterious.

“You mean… The music?” Guessed Sasha.

“You’re one of those who want to change us? But how?”

“To force something beautiful on you.” Joked the musician.

The adjutant pushed the wheelchair while Homer hasted after them. He almost couldn’t keep up and turned around to his giant guard from time to time.

“If you don’t know the story.” Said Melnik, “I’ll tell you. If at the Borovizkaya it won’t be him at least talk to your cellmate about something… Hunter was one of the best warriors of the order, a hunter like out of a book.

His scent was like the one of an animal and he was behind our cause all the way. He was the one that tracked down the dark ones about one and a half years ago. At the VDNCh. Ever heard of it?”

“At the VDNCh?” Repeated Homer sunken in thoughts. “Yes invulnerable mutants that were able read minds and turn invisible, right? I thought they had been called Darks’?

“Whatever… He was the first one to go after the rumors and raise alarm, but back then we didn’t have enough men and time. So I refused support. I had other things to do.”

Melnik moved the rest of his right arm. “Hunter went alone. When we last had contact he told me that they could control the wills of others and make everybody feel true terror. He was an unbelievable, yes a born warrior. He alone was worth as much as a whole unit.”

“I know.” Mumbled Homer.

“He had no fear. He had sent that young boy to us with a message that he had gone up to settle his score with the dark ones. When he wouldn’t be back we should come to the decision that the danger had been greater then we had thought. He disappeared. We thought he was dead. We’ve a system of messages: Who is alive, is obliged to notice us every week. Obliged! He had been silent for over one year.”

“What happened to the dark ones?”

Melnik smiled oblique. “We straightened the entire area with Semertsch-missiles. We haven’t heard anything from the dark ones from that moment. No letter. No call. The exits at the VDNCh were closed and life returned to normal. The boy didn’t make it mentally but as far as I know they brought him back to how he was before. He’s living a normal life and he even married. Hunter on the other hand… I have him on my conscience”.

He rolled over a steel ramp down the stairs, scared a few of the librarians and waited for the air gasping old man and added: “You shouldn’t tell that last part to your cellmate.”

One minute later the entire group had reached the cell. Melnik ordered the cell door to stay closed.

He leaned on the adjutant, fletched his teeth, rose up and looked through the peephole. He just needed a fracture of a second.

Then as if he had made the whole way from the Arbatskaya on foot, Melnik fell down into his chair and put his fainting look over Homer and told him his verdict:

“That’s not him.”

“I don’t think that the music belongs to me.” Said Leonid serious all of a sudden. “I don’t even know how it comes to my head. I just feel like sometimes I’m like the riverbed. I am just the instrument. If I want to play I put the flute to my lips. But it’s like somebody else is putting me to its lips and the melody is created…”

“That’s inspiration.” Whispered Sasha.

He spread his arms. “Whatever it is, it doesn’t belong to me but comes from the outside. I’ve no right to keep it inside. It wanders through the people. I begin to play and see how they gather around me: Rich and poor, those covered in wounds and those shining of fat, crazy ones, cripples, significant people, just all. My music moves something in them and all can tune in on the sound. I am like the tuning fork. I can bring them to harmony, even if it’s just for a short time. They sound is so pure. They sing… How am I supposed to describe that?”

“You’re explaining it very good.” Said Sasha sunken in thoughts. “I’ve noticed it as well.”

“I have to try and plant it in them. In one it decays but in another the seed blossoms. I am not rescuing