May no one will die

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May no one will die
I looked at the foamy waves, at the bottomless funnel where the marauders fell screaming, along with their scooters. They say, they used to say, that the sea is soothing. Yeah. Now we can spend the evening in peace.
The main gangs in the city already knew our group, so they didn't attack. It's a seaside city. Not only did my black necklace release a sadistic genie, and many had already seen how the black water dealt with those who dared to attack my people, he could appear anywhere, at any time. Himself. Akhshayna. I've already heard rumors that people saw him just as I had. Since he got his victim - I still call that idiot that way, although I understand, I saw, that he was not a victim at all - he's become... more social, let's call it that way. So maybe this isn't just rumors. Maybe they really saw him. Or maybe not, maybe it’s some other uncleans.
But new gangs appeared in the city too often.
Not every day, of course, but still too often. They came from other places, now we knew that it was not the city that hated us, it was the world. It’s like that everywhere. It's the same across the ocean.
Sure, the nimblest, the strongest, got the best seats. But it didn't help them much, the previously rich, who still stayed, had to survive like everyone else. Who would protect them? Who will risk themselves for the parasites when the system collapsed and access to resources became not so dainty. Who needs money when they can turn into the uncleans at any moment? There was nothing to pay with. Because any payment could bring death. You never know where the uncleans might be. Sects and preachers proliferated, but they died faster than new gangs appeared. The gods must have gotten tired of listening to false chatter. Untouchable shrines of all denominations weren't scarying the uncleans, they were winning.
New gangs time to time tried attacking our settlement. Maybe they didn't listen to warnings, or maybe nobody warned them. It's convenient to get rid of the competitors using someone else’s hands. Those who divided the city, or rather, thought they divided the city, knew, attacks on our camp would end in death. The newcomers didn't know it. These are the newbies. They decided to attack from the Sea. They saw from some island there was no patrol on the water side of the beach. They took their scooters and went for the loot.
Now I was listening to the sound of the waves and the screams of the drownings. Some were trying to swim away. I don't know if Akhshayna was having fun drowning them or he didn't care. He would give some hope that they could get away, and then I would hear a scream of terror.He drove several of them in waves across the black surface until the scooters ran out of fuel. And they had to watch the blackness swallows their buddies. And wait for it to come for them.
Gleam sat on the shore. I was waiting too. He knew that a few, maybe these ones, on scooters, would be given to him. He will immerse them, still alive, in spores of the uncleans and send them to the city. And the living deads, walking incubators, will carry the infection further.
I tried to explain to Akhshayna he shouldn't let the uncleans breed, shouldn't help them. Because they kill all living things. But Sea shrugged.
- But you think you all worth help, even though you kill no less. Even each other. The uncleans don't kill each other, at least. Maybe they're a better life form.
I had nothing to say to that. We couldn't unite even now. We remained the same, thieving, greedy, petty. Even in front of the face of extinction, we all adopted the same religion - "You die today, but I'll die tomorrow."
"May no one will die" sect had no followers. At least, I haven't met any.
Akhshayna doesn't dissolve or hurt Gleam now. The unclean can even swim. Or rather, move in the water, skittishly and eerily. Inhumanly.
I knew it was all Arev. He's the one who told Sea not to kill Gleam, and he's the one who told him to help the uncleans. Jerk, as I told.
I didn't want to think that maybe Arev was a follower of that sect. I didn't want to give him any good thought, and I kept looking for confirmation that I was right, that Arev was an asshole. No luck so far, but I have all time for it.



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