Une marionnette Chapter 1/4

Chapter One

             Everyone was cheering at the heart of France,also known better as Paris. Mathieu placed his right hand on his chest. He was more of a stand-by then a higher-up guard. He only plainly wore a blue french military uniform that had only one badge. His pants and over jacket was a pale blue color also. His glasses slip down to the lower part of his nose but he knew better to not move his arms anywhere else. Turning to his left, he saw the main government giving a long boring speech. He had golden locks on his bangs, which he pushed back every now and then. Strange as it sounds, besides him was a little girl. Don't go expecting every girl in France wears a frilly hullahop shaped dress, she was far more weirder then that. Instead of a neck tie, a clock was tied to her neck with a red silk ribbon that hung down to her shoulders. The shirt she was wearing was plain white, which was tucked into her pants that went a tad bit below her knees. Her jacket was brown but was in the shape of a penguin tail in the back. Her hair was tucked into the hat she was wearing, which also had a smaller clock tied on the front. More to the point, she was holding a ridiculously large clock that was attached to a golden stick, chains were wrapped around the loops. Mathieu raised his eyebrow in confusion, he didn't even have a moment to think before he felt a sharp elbow jabbing into his ribcage.
            
     "Straighten up! It's not proper to go gawking at someone, you know that!" The man next to him was hissing to straighten his back.
    
    He stood back in his place and let out a long silent sigh. His dark orange bangs were slightly bobbing up and down due to the low pressure wind. Looking over the crowd, he could see people were cheering, consider this though, they were all rich. The population of Paris had more poor then the rich ever had. Talk about a caste system!  Mathieu himself was neither poor nor rich, he was average. Just like the other officers, they lived in a decent home, working for a leader that's squeezing only the poor for money. Greedy rat, what a perfect nickname for that nasty government. He'd do just about anything to get his hands on anything valuable. Something just didn't seem right, were did all the money go to? It didn't look as if he was bribing for a higher rank, he was the highest one, and it didn't seem as if he was buying himself waste-less kink-knacks. Even though Mathieu was part of the military, he didn't get not even the slightest information why Paris was in ruins, war planes always fly by over the skies, but they never shoot. The day was either always raining showers or cloudy, no one hasn't seen the sun for the past three years now.
           He snapped out of his thought, as a huge blimp was flying overhead. He looked at his surroundings and noticed that the speech was over. He almost forgot that at the end he was suppose to get out his gun and do some tricks with it. It wasn't for display, it was more of a tradition, but it felt like a show-off. It ended with a plastic tap at the bottom of the hand grip. He never shot his gun, but he had no desire too.
          Mathieu folded his arms and drummed his fingers on his elbow, he was leaning against a building. A bakery to be exact. He wasn't hungry, the smell of gunpowder was all over the place, it stunk to the point where he didn't want to eat a normal meal at some time in the day. The moment he was about to doze off he heard a sick cracking sound of a gun and something breaking into concrete. Oh how he hated that sound, but he decided to see if anyone was injured.
         Vous only heard and felt himself being thrown against a wall. A couple of mens were laughing, he was poor so it didn't matter what they did to him. He heard a girl voice telling the other men to stop and get moving with their jobs. Maybe she was here to help him? It was to good to be true since before he knew it, he felt a hand on the left side of his chest. A foot was shoved into his stomach while he started to break. He heard a click and felt a round tip against his chest. She pulled the trigger. Part of his chest crumpled as the bullet smashed it's way through the concrete of his body. A hand was shoved into the hole and he felt something being ripped out. Vous's black hair stuck to his skin with sweat like glue, he was panting and shriveling too hard to catch his breath. He wasn't able to understand what anyone was saying, they all spoke french. He could only speak russian.
          Mathieu clicked his way toward to where he heard the sound. He spotted a group of men beating up a man, he bet ten euros he was a poor one. It was an everyday scene, but what caught his eye was the girl he had saw earlier that was standing next to the government. As usual, she was holding the clock on a stick, her other hand carried a gun that was ridiculously to large for her size. In a matter of three seconds, she shoved a foot against the man's stomach and fired the double barrel over and over again.That's where the sound of concrete was coming from? He ran his way toward the man, he knew he probably didn't live through all that, but he might have a chance.
        
         "Hey! Quiet your shooting!" he yelled at the girl for her to stop, but she continued to shoot without hesitation.

        The girl turned her head toward Mathieu and pulled down her hat, she shoved something in her pocket and ran off. How disgusting of her, the word rude just wouldn't cut it.

          Mathieu looked down at the man, he was still breathing, heavily that is. He crouched down and started to undue his shirt buttons to see where the girl was shooting. To his full surprise, there was no blood at all. All was left was a hole in his chest. It looked like a rock was thrown onto him.  The man's head turned to his direction, his eyes were a pale grey, it looked as if he'd been crying for sometime now.  He brought his head forward and slammed it against the wall behind him. Vous gritted his teeth and did it again, he hated the way people were treating him,the way he lived, and just about everything else.  Just when he was about to smash his head again he heard him scream out something in french.
     
                "Stop trying to hurt yourself! Have you any idea in what condition you are?!"
   
         Vous wasn't able to understand him, but the tone of his voice sounded serious and questioning. His only response was to slump his head down and look at the direction of the voice. He felt two hands on both of his palms. It seems the man was able to sign.  Through sign, he asked if he was alright. He slowly pulled his hands away from him.

                Vous raised his arms and touched something, a face, his fingers gently touched  Mathieu's cheeks and worked his way throughout his other facial features. It was a man with glasses, he had slight hairs growing on his chin along with sideburns. He wished he was able to see.
         Mathieu figured he was blind, since he was looking slightly upwards and to the left instead of staring directly at him. He closed his shirt up, he'll have to ask that question later. Mathieu smiled at the thought that he was able to communicate in some way other then just making him understand by touching his surroundings. He forgot about the other mens who were still standing next to them. He was jerked up by being pulled on the back of his collar.

            "You are the new trainee who came in just a few months ago are you not?"
            "O-oui....Oui,sir. I was just hired in November actually. November 23rd to be precise."  Mathieu was already lifted off the ground, being held by the collar off his uniform so his arms and legs dangled helplessly. He wasn't paying attention to the other guys gabbing on about his training, his focus was the man laying on the ground. It seems that the other troops around him had saw what he was staring at. He was raised higher and was thrown against him.
            Vous had absolutely no idea what was going on at that time. Out of no where, he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his chest, it was breathing.
            
       "Oh cher..."

    Mathieu lifted himself up and rubbed his neck. He just hated it when people take advantages of people with lower social classes. He was on his knees now, staring at him through his glasses, he just couldn't understand why there was only a hole there and nothing else.

      "Monsieur." She tipped her hat upwards just a bit so she could get a better view of the room. The surroundings were quite a bit old fashioned. Light blue velvet curtains hung on the windows,only allowing a small amount of light to seep through it. It gave the room and exterior glow. A grandfather clock was ticking with it's long hinge waving back and forth, the gold metal reflected off the distant light, it made a soft click sound as the second hand passed by each number. She was calling to the man that was resting on the leather chair, he had a chess board at his right. Once more, he swiped away his golden bangs away from his face. He propped his chin from under his hand.
        
    "I trust you'll finish it near this week?"
    "Oui, I've gotten the final piece just not to long ago." She grinned from under her hat as she pulled out the object from her coat pocket.

   He smirked. "I've made things difficult for normal people to understand." He knocked down a pawn with his index finger carelessly.

           "All the military generals in France agreed with me." He knocked down a knight.
         "...And the most important piece......" He grabbed the King piece with two fingers and flanged them across the room.
           "The main authority, the government!"
    She was in the middle of drinking tea as she cocked her head to one side in order to avoid getting hit by chess pieces.
        Basin turned his head while he twirled a pawn piece with one finger against the chess board.
         "Oh-ho, it looks as it's the coming of a storm is it not so, Brioche?"
         "Oui." She took the tea cup, which was dangling from her pinkie and crunched it down into her mouth along with the acai blueberry flavored tea bag.

           "I almost forgot about this, Monsieur." She threw him the object that was needed to complete the final construction. The object took the shape of a heart, but it was more of a microchip.

            "Merci." He caught the chip with his right hand and flipped it over and over again in his hand. The craftsmanship was quite delicate. The lines in between the thin stringed wires shone a light blue. Breaking and repairing this would be nothing more then sheer pain.
           He smiled at his small reflection. "Bon bon tres bon." he said in a whisper so low he could barley hear himself.