Sell you a Bridge chapter 240 (Patreon)
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June 2nd 2016 The Nightside 8:00 PM EDT
The train ride wasn't great. I managed to nap through more than a bit of it but even then the howling and scratching resulted in some less than pleasant dreams. Zee and Drea were there with me though, and woke me up when things got dicey in dreamland. We didnt talk much, the atmosphere not conducive to any sort of discourse, and the whole trip had the air of someone holding their breath and waiting for the other shoe to drop.
When we finally reached The Nightside we made our way off the train and I was surprised by how normal the train station on this side looked. The same beau up aesthetic with odd underlying themes as the one we came from. The only difference was the crowd over here. Though the station itself was business as usual for anywhere I'd ever seen, the crowd here was much more unusual than even the one on the platform we had come from.
While the first crowd had some weirdos, they were mainly keeping a low profile. They people over there were odd sure, but they were subtle odd. The girl with the white eyes from the Deep School and the old blindfolded priest were weird, but they were the kind of weird you could see anywhere. The weirdos in this station were much more open. The phrase "let your freak flag fly" seemed to be as good as gospel in this place.
Tall, short, fat, thin, pale, dark, human, alien, machine, every color of the rainbow, every style of dress, every possible combination of features you could imagine, all of them were on display here. The whole place was packed with the widest variety of beings I had ever even imagined and every one of them was here to party. Some with dead eyes looking to drown out the monotony, some predatory and looking for a victim, but no matter what it was clear every person or thing in this place wanted a good time, and they would do anything to get it.
When we emerged onto the street the visual noise cranked up to eleven. The Nightside was a blazing tapestry of neon and bold colors, the buildings just as loud as the people wandering in and out of them. The brightness only seemed to highlight the darkness around it though, deepening the shadows of the alleys and creating a wall of shadow that even I was hesitant to push through. My aura sight remained off here, because I did NOT want to see what the things here were feeling or thinking. Some things it's better not to know.
The sky above was mostly obscured by towering buildings and clubs, though the moon was easily visible, taking up ten times more room in the sky than it ought to, with no obvious reason behind why that might be the case. The whole thing was bizarre and terrifying and monstrous and...amazing. Despite the noise and the disturbing nature of some of the shops and clubs, this place felt...like home. The Nightside was like Gotham on steroids, people letting their worst out proudly and not giving a shit what anyone thought about it.
Something about all these people just being themselves was inspiring, even if it was awful in some ways, and I couldnt help but get caught up in the enthusiasm and the energy. I wasnt the only one either. The girls seemed enthralled too, and Artemis was obviously a bit energized too. The only one who seemed genuinely uncomfortable was Wally, who looked incredibly upset and disturbed by some of the awful displays around us. I wasnt really sure why at first, but I wanted to make sure he was ok, so I tried talking to him about it.
I put a hand on his shoulder. "We talked about this man. It was one of the things you had to agree to before coming. I get that you're not ok with some of this stuff, but the local government knows about all of it. The laws here are almost nonexistent, and if you start a fight were going to end up screwed. These people all knew what was going on when they showed up, and while some of the things happening suck, starting a fight is going to get all of us killed and not actually help anyone." Wally looked around at all the bustle, focusing on some of the worst things before tearing his eyes away, seeming almost sick with disgust.
Taking a second look I could understand why. Between the crazy clubs and the sex and the gambling and the drugs I could see even worse atrocities, terrible things fading into the background I hadnt noticed. On one corner a street vendor was selling tiny fairies in cages, their dead eyes too broken to even plead for help. Under a large sign advertising fresh kebabs a man was carving chunks off an impaled, shaved werewolf and putting them on a grill even as the beast's regeneration regrew the flesh.
Suddenly the energy and mania didnt seem quite so infectious. I could understand why Jim hadnt wanted us to come here. This was a bad place. Wally clearly thought so too, but he shook it off. "I'm fine. This is...sick, but the League is a UN affiliate. They teach us about the need to respect the local order even if the laws arent something we agree with. If...THIS is allowed here then I can deal. I hate it, but we came here to save your cousin. I wont screw things up by dragging us into a suicidal fight."
More than anything that showed how much Wally had grown in his time with us. New Genesis, the OZ, he'd learned to accept the world as it was and do what he could, learned that black and white were much less common than shades of grey. It was sad in some ways, to see him lose that stubborn heroic streak, but I couldnt help but be glad for it now because he was right. Starting something with anything here could have been suicide. Still, staying here seemed like a bad idea we needed to move before this became too much for him. Hell for any of us. I turned to John. "Ok, where are we headed now?"
John, who had been staring almost nostalgically around us, shook off the reverie. "Sorry mate. Lost my train of thought there for a moment. Strangefellows. My teacher is usually there when hes around at all." He shot us a wink. "Figure you lot could use a drink to settle the nerves, and theres no place like the oldest bar in the world to wet your whistle." Ignoring the fact that I was pretty sure John was an alcoholic, I couldnt deny that the place did sound interesting at least. Plus a drink really might help. Alcohol wasnt really my bag mostly, but after some of the things I was starting to notice now that I was paying attention I could probably use it.
So we followed behind him in the crowd. I made sure to keep the girls next to me and Zee had a hold on Artemis who was dragging Wally. We didnt need to get separated out here. Honestly where I had at first been a little psyched up by the atmosphere of this place it was starting to get to be a little overwhelming. Sort of the place version of eating too much candy and getting sick, the longer I was exposed the more over the top and cloying the street around us seemed. It was loud and noisy and garish and then, suddenly...it wasnt.
We'd been walking down the road, avoiding the cars (some of which John insisted weren't actually cars and most of which apparently ran on something unpleasant and were usually hungry) when suddenly John took us down a sharp turn. Not into one of the black as night alleys, not at first, but down a small side street. The place was packed with squat dark buildings, lit with dim and flickering gas lights and paved with actual cobblestones as opposed to the blacktop the rest of the roads were made from. John looked around casually but intently as we walked down the road, until we came to an alley.
Given the lack of neon to provide a contrast the darkness here was much less oppressive. Still heavy but not nearly as much as it had been back outside the train station. Our eyes were able to adjust pretty easily as we stepped into the space between two of the rustic looking buildings. The whole place made me feel like I was going to a thieves guild in a medieval city or something, and I was relieved to be away from the garish lights at this point. The novelty of the Nightside wore off pretty quickly, and I was already pretty ready to get the hell out of here once we found Kit.
As we entered the alley I saw another neon sign, not a big one, it was dim and understated, that was in some language I'd never seen before. The red glow cast a soft light down onto a massive slab of steel set flush with the wall, a slab with no knob or handle. John strolled casually up to the door and rapped on it smartly, banging out shave and a hair cut on the metal, which swung inward at the touch of his last knock, showing us into the entrance to the bar. He turned to us with a grin. "Glad that worked, this thing only opens if the owner likes you, and he's a moody git some nights."
We stepped inside, the door slamming itself behind us as we looked around. The parlor of Strangefellows was...strange, like everything else in the Nightside. It looked kind of fancy and posh at first glance, Tudor furniture, persian rug, bas relief paintings and murals on the walls and ceilings. But the furniture had drunk people draped across it, the rug was stained in places with who knew what, and the paintings were all of obscene acts that even renaissance italians would have considered gauche.
The pair of metal stairs in the corner lead down to the stone pit that the actual bar was held in, and a sign at the bottom said 'Enter at your own risk', this time in English. John stopped us as we got to the top. There was old school rock playing in the background. "Alright, ground rules. We're here to find my teacher. His name is John Taylor, and he kind of has a rep around here. So, a quick list of do's and don'ts. Do: stick close to me, avoid engaging with the bar patrons, and be careful what you order. Don't: start any fights, eat the bar snacks, or mention Taylor's name to anyone unless I do it first."
He seemed genuinely worried, as opposed to the general sense of fatalism he clearly felt about the Nightside as a whole. He lowered his voice as he spoke again. "The protections on this place are serious business. Merlin is buried under the wine cellar. He still shows up once in a while, raises himself from the grave to keep everyone honest. Being dead doesn't stop you from being a major player in the Nightside. I've never seen him manifest, but I know people who have, and trust me it's nothing you want to see. He isn't as cuddly as the King Arthur stories make him sound. There's a reason they called him Satanspawn."
That...wasn't a name I'd ever heard applied to Merlin, but if he was actually here, I guessed it was true. Whatever the hell he was I doubted I wanted to meet him. Though I had to pinch Zee who face was starting to glow with excitement at the possibility. Sensing my discomfort and worry through our bond she sighed as I glared at her pouting but giving me a nod. Once that was out of the way I told John we understood, and we all mounted the stairs to head down into the oldest bar in the world.