Chapter 14: Trusted
We were driving along Potsdamer Platz now. The man at the driver's seat of the car had his eyes focused on the road. The girl and the other saviour was in the back seat with me. " So, why'd you come save me?" I asked the girl. " We were sent by an anonymous caller." She said. " Well, obviously you know me, but still, I don't know any of you. Heck you could even be a different set of kidnappers." I said. " Well, we saved you, didn't we?" Said the girl. " Yeah but I was hoping for a proper introduction." I said. " Well, uh," Said the man beside the girl. " I'm Angela. Angela Deth." Said the girl. " This is my brother, Donovan Deth and the driver is Anon. Well, actually we don't know his real name. Anon us short for 'anonymous'. He doesn't talk much." Said the girl. " Okay, so how do I know you're not an enemy?" I said. " Don't think of us that way," Said Angela. She took my hand. " Were friends. You're with friends. Not enemies." She said. " Trust us." She said. I was a little skeptical but there was something about her that made me cast aside this feeling of skepticism. " Alright. You've garnered my trust in you all. Where are we going?" I asked. Anon seemingly half smiled as I said that. " Somewhere." He said. His voice was deep and gravelly. The voice sent chills down my spine. " Well he's definitely earned his nickname. He's anonymous."
A little later we were headed to a part of the Berlin Wall that was still standing. It was chipped so badly that I thought that it was gonna crumble when we stopped the car. " Get out first. I'll go park the car." Said Anon. We got out of the car and closed the doors. Then, Anon drove away. Angela walked and Donovan walked toward the wall fragment. I followed suit. Angela knocked on the wall as if it was a door. There was an answering knock from the other side. Then a man appeared from behind the wall. " Name?" He asked. " Deth, Angela. Returning from a recent retrieval mission." She said. " Come in." Said the man. Then we followed him to the back of the wall. He opened a hidden trapdoor in the ground. There was a staircase leading underground in the trapdoor. We walked down the steps. What lay before us was a long dimly lit tunnel. Its walls were made of concrete painted white. We walked through the tunnel. The trapdoor above us closed shut. " Were on our own now." Said Angela. We walked through the hallway in silence. There were a few iron doors on the walls. " This used to be a bomb shelter for the Nazis." Said Donovan. " Before the Berlin Wall was raised, the Nazis used this place as a bomb shelter. When the wall came up, it was abandoned. Some of the west Berliners used this tunnel to escape to east Berlin. But now, we use it." He said. We reached the end of the hallway. Another trapdoor was above us. Angela knocked on it. The trapdoor opened. Anon was on the other side. " Welcome aboard." He said. We stepped into the space above us. We were in what appeared to be an office. " Don't be fooled. everyone in this room has a weapon concealed under their desks. This is no office." Said Angela. They walked toward a vending machine in the back of the room. I followed them. Angela pressed a series of buttons on the vending machine. Then, the vending machine slid sideways on a hidden track to reveal an iron blast door. A can of coke slid out of the dispensing end of the machine. Angela took the can. " Well, the door still has problems." She said. She opened the can and drank the coke. We went through the door. We were in a separate room which had six doors on the left and right walls. There was a counter at the far wall. An old man in a business suit and glasses was behind the counter. He looked up as we approached the counter. He had a white beard and moustache that practically concealed his mouth. He had dark blue eyes. We stopped in front of the counter. He looked at us with those mysterious dark eyes. There was something about those eyes that made him look a little off. Like he murdered someone. " Name?" He said, his voice hoarse and raspy. " Dad, do yo have to be so formal with your own son and daughter?" Said Angela. He stared at her with those cold eyes. " Yes. As a matter of fact I do. A father who works at the candy store is one thing, but a father who works here is another thing. You should know that by now, Angela." He said. This was something interesting. Her father actually works here. " Name. Now." Said the old man, pointing a bony finger at me. " He's Gregory Wolfe. We just retrieved him, sir." Said Anon. The man opened a big black book and went through it. " Ah, here we are. So, Lamb sent you?" Said the old man. " Yes, sir. Diana Lamb has some plans for him." Said Anon. Well, now I'm wondering what exactly are those plans of his. " If Lamb sent you in for this, that means she wants the catch very badly. Either that or she's on your case." Said the old man. He laughed. " Whatever. Which way?" Said Anon. " Room 333. That way." Said the old man, pointing toward a door with the numbers 333 painted in white on the black door. " Thanks." Said Anon. We walked toward the door. " I wouldn't go through that door very often if I were you." Said the man. " That room tends to bring back the past." He said. " Silence sich. Sie machen zu viel Lärm." I said without even knowing I spoke. The old man raised an eyebrow. " Where's he from? Germany?" He asked. " Actually, he's Irish." Said Angela. " Well, he just said something in German." Said the old man. Anon looked at me suspiciously. " Well, honestly, we have no idea of his origins." Said Angela.Then we opened the door.
We entered the room. It was an office room. There was a large window covered by drapes. There was a portrait of a man with a cane hanging on the wall. A woman was sitting behind a desk on her chair, her face obscured by the shadows. The room was dark. There were two other people standing next to the desk. The door closed behind us. " Welcome back." She said. " So, how was the mission?" She asked. " Difficult as usual." Said Anon. I saw her eyes. Dark blue eyes. They were trained on Anon at first. But then, her gaze shifted upon me. " Are you sure this is him?" She asked. " Of course." said Anon. " I want to see what he can do. Guards, apprehend him." she said. The two men standing near the desk sprang into action. They quickly caught me in a grapple. " Squeeze him." Said the figure to the guard holding me. The guard squeezed the air out of my lungs. I felt the other guard hit me on the head. Then, I blacked out.
* * *
I woke up in the same room but the arrangement of things was different. Everything was broken and put in an awkward position. Then I noticed the blood. Everywhere. The guards, well, they're mincemeat. Literally. I scanned the room for the three agents that brought me in. I saw Anon and Donovan. they were unconscious. I didn't see Angela. A wall had been turned to rubble. Then I saw her hand poking out from the rubble. " Oh no." I said to myself. I dug frantically through the rubble. I pulled her out. I checked her pulse. I breathed a sigh of relief. Still alive. The figure was still on her chair. She was smiling. " Well done." She said. " You've killed my best guards." She said. " Come now, why the serious face? Celebrate victory." She said. " Victory? You call my curse victory? There is no glory in ending a life. This is no victory." I said. " Oh, but it is, my boy." She said. Then I was knocked unconscious when someone hit me on the head from behind.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Chapter 13: The Saviours
Cell 33
1200 hours
I woke up two hours after the cell murder scene. I was in a new cell, one with mirrored walls, floor and ceiling. It was like being trapped in a glass box. I noticed a few speakers and cameras in the corners of the room. Then I noticed something about the wall in front of me and the one behind me. They should've been of my reflection but instead, there was a man standing in front and behind me. one of the walls must've been a clear glass window. " Confusing, isn't it Andrew?" Said the man. He was wearing a black businessman's suit and a pair of loafers. He was carrying a long black cane in his left hand. his face was hidden by the shadow of a hat he was wearing. " What do you mean?" I asked him. " Standing on your own reflection must be confusing." said the man. " Who are you?" I asked. " You don't know me? Well that's odd. I've been with you throughout your entire life. Surely you must know me." He said. His voice did sound familiar. " No more games. Who are you?" I asked. He put his hand on his hat. " Before I take my hat off, I'd like to ask you a question. Do you know who you are?" He asked. " I'm Andrew Graystone. A normal man." I said. He laughed. " You're far from normal, my boy. You are," He took off the hat. " Me." He said. As my eyes focused to the dim light, I saw his face. It was my own face. I saw him smile. " Confusing, isn't it Gregory?" He said. " No, it's not possible." I said as I examined my own face. " Accept it. You are Gregory Wolfe. You are me, and I am He." He said. Not possible, not possible. I thought. " You're going mad, boy!" Said the man, laughing. " No!" I said. I smashed the reflection. The cracked image of the man looked back at me. " If you aren't Gregory Wolfe the who are you? Andrew Graystone doesn't exist. So you must be Gregory Wolfe, because I am He and you are me. No doubt about that." Said the man. I hit the mirrored wall. The reflection was gone.
This room proved to be more boring than the last. Not a single piece of furniture could be found in the room. Not a very good cell, in my opinion. I sat on the mirrored floor, thinking. What will I do for the rest of my life if they keep me here until I die? This place was a test of my will. My will to escape, my will to survive, and my will to stay sane. All a test. I decided that I had spent enough time thinking. It was time I tried to escape. I got up and searched the room for a possible exit or a hidden door. " No use doing that." Said a voice. I knew that voice. " Go away!" I snapped. The reflection was back. " Why should I? How could I?" He said. "I am you and you are me. We can't part." He said. " No, you're not real. You're just a figment of my imagination. Nothing more. Now go away!" I said. He sighed. " How can I be a figment of your imagination when I'm speaking to you now? I am you. The only way to make me leave is for you to accept it. Accept that I am a part of you, and I shall leave without a fight." He said. " No. I'm not Gregory Wolfe. He's dead." I said. " And how do you know that?" He asked. " The records are conclusive proof of-" He cut me off before I could finish my sentence. " Oh, the records. The biggest compilation of forgeries created by liars. Of course It's a reliable source of information." He said sarcastically. " That's a one in a million case. Most of the records are pure truth." I said. " But that's only most of them. What about the rest? There are others that go missing and get presumed dead. But in truth, they live. What about you? Andrew Graystone doesn't even have records. Nil, none, zero records, Wolfe! Zero! And you think that you are Andrew. He's just a name. A fake one. Non-existent. A figment of your imagination. Eine Ausgeburt der Phantasie! " He said in perfect German. " No. I will not let myself spiral into insanity by listening to your lies." I said. " Ah, but you already have, my boy. You've been talking to me, your so called figment of your imagination for an hour now." He said. I was speechless for a moment for it was true. " You see? You are already mad. There's no need to listen to me to become insane." He said. Alright. This is one of the parts where I must make a choice. Should I just play along with my own fantasy or should I deny everything he says? " Alright. Will you really leave me alone if I admit that you are a part of me?" I asked. " I shall. In one way." He said, smiling. I sighed. I closed my eyes. " Alright. You are part of me. I am Gregory Wolfe." I said. Then, there was an explosion.
A hole was blown into the wall in front of me. Three figures wearing suits(complete with neckties) and buttons with smileys on them were standing at the hole. Their faces were obscured by shadows. They had AK-47s in their hands. " Gregory Wolfe?" One of them asked. I nodded. One of the figures reached her hand out to me. " Come on. We're getting outta here." She said. I took the hand. Then I was dragged through a hallway. The guards on duty were coming for us. The alarm blared and the sound of running feet was easy to hear. The people with me loaded their guns. One of them handed me a vest. " Put it on. It's bulletproof." He said. Then, the guards came. The figures surrounded me to form a barrier. Then, guns were ablaze. I covered my ears at the sound. There were shouts of pain, but only for a second. No voices sounded. Only guns. The sound of empty bullet casings falling on the floor was what followed gunfire. I saw a guard running toward us. He hit me in the head with his gun and that was when everything went black.
I woke up to the eerie silence. I tasted something strange on my mouth. Then I saw my three saviours standing over me. " What happened?" I asked. They looked at each other. " We were hoping that you'd tell us." Said the girl. Then I saw the horror around me. The guards were all dead. Mutilated. Blood was everywhere. Then I figured out what it was I tasted on my mouth. Blood. My shirt sleeve was soaked with blood. And I knew I went pale. This is the second time I wake up and find dead people around me. I myself couldn't explain it. I snapped out of my trance. " Let's get out of here." I told them. " Right. We should." Said one of them. Then we walked out of the room. There was a door that said 'EXIT' on it. Obviously, we went through that door.
* * *
A car was waiting outside. But something wasn't right. " Wait, This place looks nothing like Ireland." I said. There was a signboard there. It was written in German. " Well, It appears that they moved you to Berlin yesterday." Said the girl. " Well that would explain why they knocked me out last night." I said. I got into the car and we drove off.
1200 hours
I woke up two hours after the cell murder scene. I was in a new cell, one with mirrored walls, floor and ceiling. It was like being trapped in a glass box. I noticed a few speakers and cameras in the corners of the room. Then I noticed something about the wall in front of me and the one behind me. They should've been of my reflection but instead, there was a man standing in front and behind me. one of the walls must've been a clear glass window. " Confusing, isn't it Andrew?" Said the man. He was wearing a black businessman's suit and a pair of loafers. He was carrying a long black cane in his left hand. his face was hidden by the shadow of a hat he was wearing. " What do you mean?" I asked him. " Standing on your own reflection must be confusing." said the man. " Who are you?" I asked. " You don't know me? Well that's odd. I've been with you throughout your entire life. Surely you must know me." He said. His voice did sound familiar. " No more games. Who are you?" I asked. He put his hand on his hat. " Before I take my hat off, I'd like to ask you a question. Do you know who you are?" He asked. " I'm Andrew Graystone. A normal man." I said. He laughed. " You're far from normal, my boy. You are," He took off the hat. " Me." He said. As my eyes focused to the dim light, I saw his face. It was my own face. I saw him smile. " Confusing, isn't it Gregory?" He said. " No, it's not possible." I said as I examined my own face. " Accept it. You are Gregory Wolfe. You are me, and I am He." He said. Not possible, not possible. I thought. " You're going mad, boy!" Said the man, laughing. " No!" I said. I smashed the reflection. The cracked image of the man looked back at me. " If you aren't Gregory Wolfe the who are you? Andrew Graystone doesn't exist. So you must be Gregory Wolfe, because I am He and you are me. No doubt about that." Said the man. I hit the mirrored wall. The reflection was gone.
This room proved to be more boring than the last. Not a single piece of furniture could be found in the room. Not a very good cell, in my opinion. I sat on the mirrored floor, thinking. What will I do for the rest of my life if they keep me here until I die? This place was a test of my will. My will to escape, my will to survive, and my will to stay sane. All a test. I decided that I had spent enough time thinking. It was time I tried to escape. I got up and searched the room for a possible exit or a hidden door. " No use doing that." Said a voice. I knew that voice. " Go away!" I snapped. The reflection was back. " Why should I? How could I?" He said. "I am you and you are me. We can't part." He said. " No, you're not real. You're just a figment of my imagination. Nothing more. Now go away!" I said. He sighed. " How can I be a figment of your imagination when I'm speaking to you now? I am you. The only way to make me leave is for you to accept it. Accept that I am a part of you, and I shall leave without a fight." He said. " No. I'm not Gregory Wolfe. He's dead." I said. " And how do you know that?" He asked. " The records are conclusive proof of-" He cut me off before I could finish my sentence. " Oh, the records. The biggest compilation of forgeries created by liars. Of course It's a reliable source of information." He said sarcastically. " That's a one in a million case. Most of the records are pure truth." I said. " But that's only most of them. What about the rest? There are others that go missing and get presumed dead. But in truth, they live. What about you? Andrew Graystone doesn't even have records. Nil, none, zero records, Wolfe! Zero! And you think that you are Andrew. He's just a name. A fake one. Non-existent. A figment of your imagination. Eine Ausgeburt der Phantasie! " He said in perfect German. " No. I will not let myself spiral into insanity by listening to your lies." I said. " Ah, but you already have, my boy. You've been talking to me, your so called figment of your imagination for an hour now." He said. I was speechless for a moment for it was true. " You see? You are already mad. There's no need to listen to me to become insane." He said. Alright. This is one of the parts where I must make a choice. Should I just play along with my own fantasy or should I deny everything he says? " Alright. Will you really leave me alone if I admit that you are a part of me?" I asked. " I shall. In one way." He said, smiling. I sighed. I closed my eyes. " Alright. You are part of me. I am Gregory Wolfe." I said. Then, there was an explosion.
A hole was blown into the wall in front of me. Three figures wearing suits(complete with neckties) and buttons with smileys on them were standing at the hole. Their faces were obscured by shadows. They had AK-47s in their hands. " Gregory Wolfe?" One of them asked. I nodded. One of the figures reached her hand out to me. " Come on. We're getting outta here." She said. I took the hand. Then I was dragged through a hallway. The guards on duty were coming for us. The alarm blared and the sound of running feet was easy to hear. The people with me loaded their guns. One of them handed me a vest. " Put it on. It's bulletproof." He said. Then, the guards came. The figures surrounded me to form a barrier. Then, guns were ablaze. I covered my ears at the sound. There were shouts of pain, but only for a second. No voices sounded. Only guns. The sound of empty bullet casings falling on the floor was what followed gunfire. I saw a guard running toward us. He hit me in the head with his gun and that was when everything went black.
I woke up to the eerie silence. I tasted something strange on my mouth. Then I saw my three saviours standing over me. " What happened?" I asked. They looked at each other. " We were hoping that you'd tell us." Said the girl. Then I saw the horror around me. The guards were all dead. Mutilated. Blood was everywhere. Then I figured out what it was I tasted on my mouth. Blood. My shirt sleeve was soaked with blood. And I knew I went pale. This is the second time I wake up and find dead people around me. I myself couldn't explain it. I snapped out of my trance. " Let's get out of here." I told them. " Right. We should." Said one of them. Then we walked out of the room. There was a door that said 'EXIT' on it. Obviously, we went through that door.
* * *
A car was waiting outside. But something wasn't right. " Wait, This place looks nothing like Ireland." I said. There was a signboard there. It was written in German. " Well, It appears that they moved you to Berlin yesterday." Said the girl. " Well that would explain why they knocked me out last night." I said. I got into the car and we drove off.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Chapter 12: Report
Chapter 12: Report
FROM THE OFFICIAL ARCHIVES OF THE ASSASSIN ACADEMY
DECEMBER 12, 2004
1200 HOURS
CELL NUMBER 33
This is a report from fellow agents of the Academy, Isabel Ravens and Alphonse Deadman. The agents as stated had captured a suspected spy that may be working for authorities. After a rather severe interrogation, the said suspect revealed not a single drop of information as he exhibited some mental defects. The Academy Council has decided to keep him prisoner in our holding facility to run further tests on the subject. The results were disastrous, the recent one leading to the extremely violent death of one of our agents. The true identity of the prisoner is undeterminable, as there are no clear records of his existence. There are suspicions that are yet to be confirmed. Thetre are two current identities of the prisoner, one being non-existent. We have satisfied ourselves by refering to him by the name of one of his suspected identities. We have named him Gregory Wolfe.
More to follow.
Report Assembled By,
The Headmaster.
FROM THE OFFICIAL ARCHIVES OF THE ASSASSIN ACADEMY
DECEMBER 12, 2004
1200 HOURS
CELL NUMBER 33
This is a report from fellow agents of the Academy, Isabel Ravens and Alphonse Deadman. The agents as stated had captured a suspected spy that may be working for authorities. After a rather severe interrogation, the said suspect revealed not a single drop of information as he exhibited some mental defects. The Academy Council has decided to keep him prisoner in our holding facility to run further tests on the subject. The results were disastrous, the recent one leading to the extremely violent death of one of our agents. The true identity of the prisoner is undeterminable, as there are no clear records of his existence. There are suspicions that are yet to be confirmed. Thetre are two current identities of the prisoner, one being non-existent. We have satisfied ourselves by refering to him by the name of one of his suspected identities. We have named him Gregory Wolfe.
More to follow.
Report Assembled By,
The Headmaster.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Chapter 11: Deadly
Chapter 11: Deadly
The next few weeks later...
Ah, another day of mental anguish due to being kept underground against my will. On top of that, There's the fact about my existence. More stress there. It couldn't get any worse, could it? Wrong. It keeps getting worse with time. First of all, they drop the temperature to near freezing. Next, they remove certain privileges, such as privacy. One morning I wake up and find myself in the room, which is now loaded with cameras. Still not interesting? Well, here's the strange bit...
Yesterday...
Well, the thing they left here in this room was most probably for their entertainment. They left a knife here. A brand new, still unused knife. They probably want to see me commit suicide. Well here's what I'll do. I'll throw the knife out the window. I'm going to throw it out so that they won't be able to enjoy seeing me commit suicide. Yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll show them that I won't let them enjoy my pain. I won't!
Okay, so I didn't throw out the knife. Who cares? If I die, I'll just be nothing but a bloody stain on the Earth. No one will care. So maybe suicide will be an option.
That night...
Restless sleep. A night in prison is not as good as a night in the woods. Anyways, I couldn't sleep because I had one of the most confusing dreams in history. I couldn't make out what I actually dreamed about but, I'll tell you this: There was red, there was screaming, and there was laughter. Confusing, right? Well, you might be able to draw some conclusions from the next morning.
The next morning...
I heard a soft voice whispering my name. A woman's voice. The only thing that I could make out was my clothes. Splattered with blood. The voice whispered my name. Louder. " Oh God. Have I committed suicide and gone to heaven?" I said. A hard slap met my face. " Guess not." I said. Then my eyes focused. I was still in the room but there were other people in it. I saw Isabel standing over me. " Oh right, I died and went to Hell." I said plainly. Then I looked around. What met my eyes was horrific. There was blood everywhere. What was once a room with nothing but white has turned into a room with a huge pool of blood on the floor and blood smeared on the walls. What's worse, the blood on the walls was actually written letters. The blood on the walls had "WOLFE" written all over them . Then I noticed the knife in my hand. there was blood on it but there wasn't a single wound on my body. Then I noticed something else. I noticed the body. A dead man lay in the middle of the blood pool on the floor. His guts were ripped open and his face was skinned. Some of his fingers were cut off. Some of his body parts were actually boned. Some ribs and a femur were on another side of the room. And his brain... Ugh. Not a pretty sight. Some men were trying to zip up the body in a body bag. The men and women in the room stood over me, staring down at me. " Well congratulations. You've just booked yourself a nice, tight straight jacket." Said one of the men, frowning. " What? What did I do?" I said in confusion. " Apparently, you made one heck of a mess in here." Said another man. " No, no. That's an understatement. Apparently, You've made the worst out of a man than we could've ever done. You've made human mincemeat." Said Isabel. The words they said struck like lightning. " No, it can't be. I couldn't have murdered that man. You people fought me. You know that I can't land a decent fatal blow. Heck, I can't even make a burnt omelet. I couldn't have killed him." I said. " Videotapes can't lie." Said Isabel, holding up a security camera tape. " You are a menace! I have never seen such an atrocious act of violence caught on tape." said another man. " Okay, so here's how it goes. You go to a padded cell and we'll put you in a straight jacket. And you'll be unconscious when that happens." Said Isabel. Then she knocked me unconscious.
The next few weeks later...
Ah, another day of mental anguish due to being kept underground against my will. On top of that, There's the fact about my existence. More stress there. It couldn't get any worse, could it? Wrong. It keeps getting worse with time. First of all, they drop the temperature to near freezing. Next, they remove certain privileges, such as privacy. One morning I wake up and find myself in the room, which is now loaded with cameras. Still not interesting? Well, here's the strange bit...
Yesterday...
Well, the thing they left here in this room was most probably for their entertainment. They left a knife here. A brand new, still unused knife. They probably want to see me commit suicide. Well here's what I'll do. I'll throw the knife out the window. I'm going to throw it out so that they won't be able to enjoy seeing me commit suicide. Yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll show them that I won't let them enjoy my pain. I won't!
Okay, so I didn't throw out the knife. Who cares? If I die, I'll just be nothing but a bloody stain on the Earth. No one will care. So maybe suicide will be an option.
That night...
Restless sleep. A night in prison is not as good as a night in the woods. Anyways, I couldn't sleep because I had one of the most confusing dreams in history. I couldn't make out what I actually dreamed about but, I'll tell you this: There was red, there was screaming, and there was laughter. Confusing, right? Well, you might be able to draw some conclusions from the next morning.
The next morning...
I heard a soft voice whispering my name. A woman's voice. The only thing that I could make out was my clothes. Splattered with blood. The voice whispered my name. Louder. " Oh God. Have I committed suicide and gone to heaven?" I said. A hard slap met my face. " Guess not." I said. Then my eyes focused. I was still in the room but there were other people in it. I saw Isabel standing over me. " Oh right, I died and went to Hell." I said plainly. Then I looked around. What met my eyes was horrific. There was blood everywhere. What was once a room with nothing but white has turned into a room with a huge pool of blood on the floor and blood smeared on the walls. What's worse, the blood on the walls was actually written letters. The blood on the walls had "WOLFE" written all over them . Then I noticed the knife in my hand. there was blood on it but there wasn't a single wound on my body. Then I noticed something else. I noticed the body. A dead man lay in the middle of the blood pool on the floor. His guts were ripped open and his face was skinned. Some of his fingers were cut off. Some of his body parts were actually boned. Some ribs and a femur were on another side of the room. And his brain... Ugh. Not a pretty sight. Some men were trying to zip up the body in a body bag. The men and women in the room stood over me, staring down at me. " Well congratulations. You've just booked yourself a nice, tight straight jacket." Said one of the men, frowning. " What? What did I do?" I said in confusion. " Apparently, you made one heck of a mess in here." Said another man. " No, no. That's an understatement. Apparently, You've made the worst out of a man than we could've ever done. You've made human mincemeat." Said Isabel. The words they said struck like lightning. " No, it can't be. I couldn't have murdered that man. You people fought me. You know that I can't land a decent fatal blow. Heck, I can't even make a burnt omelet. I couldn't have killed him." I said. " Videotapes can't lie." Said Isabel, holding up a security camera tape. " You are a menace! I have never seen such an atrocious act of violence caught on tape." said another man. " Okay, so here's how it goes. You go to a padded cell and we'll put you in a straight jacket. And you'll be unconscious when that happens." Said Isabel. Then she knocked me unconscious.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Chapter 10: A Secret, Revealed
Chapter 10: A Secret, Revealed
" It's not possible!" I shouted, throwing the file at the glass. " You people are lying!" I shouted. " My life couldn't be a fake. I've been alive for 19 years! That can't be fake!" I shouted. I grabbed the chair and heaved it at the glass with all my might. A small crack formed on the surface. " Liars! You're all liars! This s*** you're showing me is a lie! My life is not a fake!" I said. I didn't care wether anyone heard me or not. I needed to shout. " Let me out so I can face you all!" I shouted. I grabbed the chair and hit the glass. The crack grew. I hit the glass again. Another crack. " I'll get you liars!" I shouted. Just then, Three men burst into the room. One of them held a syringe in one hand. The other two grabbed my arms and held on tight. " Let go of me!" I shouted. I struggled in the men's iron grips. The man with the syringe plunged the needle into my neck. Once he removed it, I felt unconsciousness begin to take over. For some reason, I laughed before collapsing to the floor.
I woke up in yet another white room. Only this one has A book case. I looked at my surroundings. There was one visible door on the wall in front of me. I was on a chair at a table and there were two windows. There was another pen and piece of paper on the table. Almost the same as the one in the other room. I picked up the pen with my left hand and made sure I was holding it in my left hand. Then, I started to write. I wrote 'escape' a few times but then, I started testing something out. I closed my eyes while writing for a few minutes. Then, I opened them. Once again the pen ends up in my right hand and a single word came after the escapes.Wolfe. I put down the pen and walked toward the door. I tried turning the doorknob, but it was locked. I noticed a camera in one corner of the room. I looked at it. " Keeping me down here against my will is a crime!" I said. Then I went back to the chair and sat down.
" It's not possible!" I shouted, throwing the file at the glass. " You people are lying!" I shouted. " My life couldn't be a fake. I've been alive for 19 years! That can't be fake!" I shouted. I grabbed the chair and heaved it at the glass with all my might. A small crack formed on the surface. " Liars! You're all liars! This s*** you're showing me is a lie! My life is not a fake!" I said. I didn't care wether anyone heard me or not. I needed to shout. " Let me out so I can face you all!" I shouted. I grabbed the chair and hit the glass. The crack grew. I hit the glass again. Another crack. " I'll get you liars!" I shouted. Just then, Three men burst into the room. One of them held a syringe in one hand. The other two grabbed my arms and held on tight. " Let go of me!" I shouted. I struggled in the men's iron grips. The man with the syringe plunged the needle into my neck. Once he removed it, I felt unconsciousness begin to take over. For some reason, I laughed before collapsing to the floor.
I woke up in yet another white room. Only this one has A book case. I looked at my surroundings. There was one visible door on the wall in front of me. I was on a chair at a table and there were two windows. There was another pen and piece of paper on the table. Almost the same as the one in the other room. I picked up the pen with my left hand and made sure I was holding it in my left hand. Then, I started to write. I wrote 'escape' a few times but then, I started testing something out. I closed my eyes while writing for a few minutes. Then, I opened them. Once again the pen ends up in my right hand and a single word came after the escapes.Wolfe. I put down the pen and walked toward the door. I tried turning the doorknob, but it was locked. I noticed a camera in one corner of the room. I looked at it. " Keeping me down here against my will is a crime!" I said. Then I went back to the chair and sat down.
Chapter 9: Howl Of The Wolf
Chapter 9: Howl Of The Wolf
Automatic writing. That's my only explanation for the paper I was writing on. I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. But then another thought entered my mind. If it was automatic writing I should have been holding the pen in my left hand. As I pondered these thoughts, a hidden door was revealed on one of the walls. the door swung open and the girl walked in. " Wolfe." She said. " Isabel." I said. The door closed behind her. " I see you've been putting the chair to good use." She said, looking at the battered chair. " I've been using it on the glass. Don't tempt me to use it on you." I said. She laughed. " I doubt you'll be able to hit me with it." She said. " And another thing. My name's Andrew Graystone. Not Wolfe." I said. " Oh really?" She said, picking up the piece of paper. " What's this, then?" She said shoving it in my face. I shrugged. "Automatic writing?" I said. She smiled. " Well, your family records say no." She said. " What do you mean 'family records'?" I said. " According to our sources, the Graystones don't exist."
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" What? You're lying." I said. " Why would I lie?" She said innocently. " I know what you're doing. You're toying with me. You're trying to drive me to near insanity. Well it won't work, b****!" I said. And as you might've expected I was slapped across the face again. " Here," She said, putting a file on the table. " Check it yourself." She said. Then, she left the room. I opened The file and looked inside. There was a copy of my birth certificate which was marked with various scribbles. It was a comparison between my certificate and a sample certificate. And surprisingly, all the signiatures on my birth certificate were identical to the sample which meant that the signiatures were fake. Then I took a look at another birth certificate belonging to Gregory Wolfe. It was partly burnt. Another strange thing. The recorded bed and room number are identical to my birth certificate. Not only that but the time and date of birth was identical. Then I took a look at a record of all inhabitants of the city before I was born. Not a single name said Graystone. There was, however, a Hank Wolfe and his wife, Audra Wolfe. according to another set of records, they had a son named Gregory Wolfe who supposedly died in a fire at the hospital. This made me draw one conclusion.
I am Gregory Wolfe.
Automatic writing. That's my only explanation for the paper I was writing on. I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. But then another thought entered my mind. If it was automatic writing I should have been holding the pen in my left hand. As I pondered these thoughts, a hidden door was revealed on one of the walls. the door swung open and the girl walked in. " Wolfe." She said. " Isabel." I said. The door closed behind her. " I see you've been putting the chair to good use." She said, looking at the battered chair. " I've been using it on the glass. Don't tempt me to use it on you." I said. She laughed. " I doubt you'll be able to hit me with it." She said. " And another thing. My name's Andrew Graystone. Not Wolfe." I said. " Oh really?" She said, picking up the piece of paper. " What's this, then?" She said shoving it in my face. I shrugged. "Automatic writing?" I said. She smiled. " Well, your family records say no." She said. " What do you mean 'family records'?" I said. " According to our sources, the Graystones don't exist."
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" What? You're lying." I said. " Why would I lie?" She said innocently. " I know what you're doing. You're toying with me. You're trying to drive me to near insanity. Well it won't work, b****!" I said. And as you might've expected I was slapped across the face again. " Here," She said, putting a file on the table. " Check it yourself." She said. Then, she left the room. I opened The file and looked inside. There was a copy of my birth certificate which was marked with various scribbles. It was a comparison between my certificate and a sample certificate. And surprisingly, all the signiatures on my birth certificate were identical to the sample which meant that the signiatures were fake. Then I took a look at another birth certificate belonging to Gregory Wolfe. It was partly burnt. Another strange thing. The recorded bed and room number are identical to my birth certificate. Not only that but the time and date of birth was identical. Then I took a look at a record of all inhabitants of the city before I was born. Not a single name said Graystone. There was, however, a Hank Wolfe and his wife, Audra Wolfe. according to another set of records, they had a son named Gregory Wolfe who supposedly died in a fire at the hospital. This made me draw one conclusion.
I am Gregory Wolfe.
Chapter 8: A Wolf Unleashed
Chapter 8: A Wolf Unleashed
I was woken up by the feeling of cold water splashing my face. I was in a different room now. I was tied to a chair and the person standing in front of me was the girl. " Oh," I said. " It's you again." I said. " Hell yeah." Said the girl. " Now let's pick up where we left off. Were you spying on us?" She asked. " What's it to you, B****!?" I said. And once again, I received a hard slap across my face. I laughed. " What's the matter? Can't take 'no' for an answer?" I said. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides. " Why you insolent bastard. I'm gonna ask the questions and you'll answer. Understood?" She said, her voice raised. " What? I wasn't listening." I said. I received a kick in the gut. I groaned in pain. " Alright. I didn't know about your presence in the alley. So The answer is no. I'm a klutz when it comes to spying on people." I said. I laughed. " Stop laughing." She said. I stopped. " Why were you in the alley?" She asked. " That I can't say." I said. She punched me in the face. " Alright I'll tell you. I received a call. Someone told me about a certain syndicate's drug trafficking activities. I was once victimised by this group and I sought revenge." I said. "Last question Wolfe," Said the girl. She took out a knife. " Should we let you go?" she said. " Of course you should. It's against the law to violate my civil rights." I said. She walked behind me. " Wrong answer." She said. Then she hit me on the head with the knife handle. I fell into unconsciousness.
2 hours later...
I woke up in a room with white walls, floor, ceiling, table, and chair. on the table was a pen and paper. There were no visible doors and only a large mirror was present on the far wall. " Hello?" I said aloud. I assumed that there would be cameras around this room. " Hello!?" I said, louder. I walked toward the mirror. I knocked on it. " I know you're behind this one way glass. Let me out!" I shouted. I pounded on the glass. "Let me out!" I shouted. I walked toward the chair, grabbed it and threw it at the glass. The glass was undamaged. I grabbed the chair again and hit the glass with it. Not a single crack appeared on the glass. After a while, I gave up. No use hitting the glass. There's no way out.
I gave up and started writing on the paper with my left hand. I wasn't writing anything specific. I wasn't even looking at the paper. I wasn't even sure what I was writing about. I was thinking. Thinking about escape. I needed a way out. I was looking around the almost bare room for an escape. But the only things present in the room were the table and the chair that I was sitting on. The now very battered up chair. I was practically in mental anguish. Mental and physical anguish, to be precise. I sighed and looked down at the paper. what caught my attention first was my hands. I was writing with my left hand but the strange thing is, the pen is in my right hand. And the second thing was what I had written. I had written 'WOLFE' 90 times.
I was woken up by the feeling of cold water splashing my face. I was in a different room now. I was tied to a chair and the person standing in front of me was the girl. " Oh," I said. " It's you again." I said. " Hell yeah." Said the girl. " Now let's pick up where we left off. Were you spying on us?" She asked. " What's it to you, B****!?" I said. And once again, I received a hard slap across my face. I laughed. " What's the matter? Can't take 'no' for an answer?" I said. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides. " Why you insolent bastard. I'm gonna ask the questions and you'll answer. Understood?" She said, her voice raised. " What? I wasn't listening." I said. I received a kick in the gut. I groaned in pain. " Alright. I didn't know about your presence in the alley. So The answer is no. I'm a klutz when it comes to spying on people." I said. I laughed. " Stop laughing." She said. I stopped. " Why were you in the alley?" She asked. " That I can't say." I said. She punched me in the face. " Alright I'll tell you. I received a call. Someone told me about a certain syndicate's drug trafficking activities. I was once victimised by this group and I sought revenge." I said. "Last question Wolfe," Said the girl. She took out a knife. " Should we let you go?" she said. " Of course you should. It's against the law to violate my civil rights." I said. She walked behind me. " Wrong answer." She said. Then she hit me on the head with the knife handle. I fell into unconsciousness.
2 hours later...
I woke up in a room with white walls, floor, ceiling, table, and chair. on the table was a pen and paper. There were no visible doors and only a large mirror was present on the far wall. " Hello?" I said aloud. I assumed that there would be cameras around this room. " Hello!?" I said, louder. I walked toward the mirror. I knocked on it. " I know you're behind this one way glass. Let me out!" I shouted. I pounded on the glass. "Let me out!" I shouted. I walked toward the chair, grabbed it and threw it at the glass. The glass was undamaged. I grabbed the chair again and hit the glass with it. Not a single crack appeared on the glass. After a while, I gave up. No use hitting the glass. There's no way out.
I gave up and started writing on the paper with my left hand. I wasn't writing anything specific. I wasn't even looking at the paper. I wasn't even sure what I was writing about. I was thinking. Thinking about escape. I needed a way out. I was looking around the almost bare room for an escape. But the only things present in the room were the table and the chair that I was sitting on. The now very battered up chair. I was practically in mental anguish. Mental and physical anguish, to be precise. I sighed and looked down at the paper. what caught my attention first was my hands. I was writing with my left hand but the strange thing is, the pen is in my right hand. And the second thing was what I had written. I had written 'WOLFE' 90 times.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Chapter 7: A Vigilante
Chapter 7: A Vigilante
So here's how the months passed. Pay bills, go to work and of course, get bored. Quick. I've been itching for something a little... exciting. Yes, I might get in trouble. No, I don't think it's a waste of time. So yes. I shall find adventure. And I have a few plans for that. I was informed about a group of gangsters and their activities by an anonymous caller.
The next night...
I was told that a group of gangsters do their drug trafficking in the morning at a part of the neighbourhood that I am coincidentally familiar with. And so here I am, about to commit an act of heroism. I was walking down the alley where the syndicate was thought to be. And sure enough, I heard voices. I pulled on a ski mask onto my face and put on a pair of gloves. I was wearing an overcoat and trousers with sneakers. " I'm a vigilante now." I said to myself. Then, I looked around the wall where the voices were coming from. And immediately, I got a punch in the face. I staggered back and rubbed my face. I faced my attacker. And I was surprised to see two people. both were dressed in business suits complete with black ties. They both had opera masks on and they were both holding guns in their gloved hands. The only difference between the two people was that one of them was a female. She seemed to be 19 years old. " Now what're you supposed to be?" I asked them. " Question is, What're you supposed to be?" Asked the girl. She laughed as I remained silent. The girl looked at the man. "Shall we dance with him, Alphonse?" She asked him. " We shall, Isabel. We shall." Said the man. And then they sprung at once. Like a viper would spring upon it's prey, they struck. They were using some form of martial arts. One that I did not recognise. I defended their attacks the best I could, but they were quick and brutal. I was shot a few times and I felt one or two ribs crack. I was thrown against the alley wall. Immense pain shot through every bone in my body. My head was lowered and as I raised it, a fist met my face. I heard the girl giggle. " Shall we dance with him again, Alphonse?" She said with glee. " No, Isabel. The leader asked us to immobilize the enemy and bring him in for questioning." Said the man. " Aww, but I'm not done yet." Said the girl. " Done or not, we can't disobey direct orders." Said the man. " Alright." Said the girl. Then, I was hand cuffed and had a bag put over my head and I'm guessing that I was put into a car boot after that.
A few hours later...
The boot was opened and I was lifted out of the car. The bag was lifted off my head and I saw my surroundings. Desert. Nothing but desert. Then the ski mask was pulled off my head. The man and the girl grabbed my arms and dragged me toward a tree that I didn't notice before. The girl leaned me against the tree. The man was digging a hole in the sand to reveal a trap door. he yanked it open. The girl dragged me toward the trap door. " Ladies first, Isabel." Said the man. " Whatever." Said the girl. Then she jumped into the hole and the man pushed me in. I was sliding down a chute. I was practically screaming my head off now. Then, a trap door opened up in front of me and I fell through it, landing on a hard tiled floor. " Ouch." was the only word I could utter at that point. Then I saw the girl walking toward me. She grabbed me by the collar of my coat and dragged me toward a door locked by a coded lock. She punched in some numbers and the door swung open. What lied before my eyes was what appeared to be a large room with screens lining the wall in front of us. Multiple images were shown on the screens. I was dragged toward another door which led to an interrogation room. I was seated on a chair and the girl sat on the opposite chair. I watched lights on the cameras wink on. The girl cleared her throat. " Okay, vigilante. I want you to answer a few questions. First question, what's your name?" She said. " What's it to you?' I said. " Your name, criminal. Or I cut your fingers off." She said. " Fine. Andrew Graystone." I said. " Okay, Andrew. Why were you in the alley?" She asked. "Huh? Why are you asking these questions? Is this some kind of sick joke? Answer me!" I demanded. The girl slapped me across the face. " Don't ask the questions, Mr. Graystone. just answer them. Why were you in the alley?" She asked. " Why should I tell you?" I said. She slapped me across the face again. " Were you spying on us?" She said. I laughed. " You remind me of my old rival. His name was Jacob Gray. Back then I was known as Gregory Wolfe." I said, bringing up a fact about my past. She punched me in the face. " Were you spying on us?" She asked. I spat out a tooth. I laughed. " Did you know I have split personality syndrome?" I said. I was slapped across the face again. " Answer the question, Graystone." She said. " The name's Wolfe." I said, laughing. I had no idea why I was laughing. This time, the girl got up, walked behind me, took off her mask, slammed my head on the metal table and brought a knife up to my throat. "Answer the question, Wolfe." She said. " Well I, being the victim here, have to give you an answer and my answer is, no. I had no idea there were a bunch of lunatics in the alley and I had no idea that I'd be tortured by a crazy, murderous girl with a knife. Would that answer suffice?" I said. And not surprisingly she hit me on the head. This time, I fell into unconsciousness.
So here's how the months passed. Pay bills, go to work and of course, get bored. Quick. I've been itching for something a little... exciting. Yes, I might get in trouble. No, I don't think it's a waste of time. So yes. I shall find adventure. And I have a few plans for that. I was informed about a group of gangsters and their activities by an anonymous caller.
The next night...
I was told that a group of gangsters do their drug trafficking in the morning at a part of the neighbourhood that I am coincidentally familiar with. And so here I am, about to commit an act of heroism. I was walking down the alley where the syndicate was thought to be. And sure enough, I heard voices. I pulled on a ski mask onto my face and put on a pair of gloves. I was wearing an overcoat and trousers with sneakers. " I'm a vigilante now." I said to myself. Then, I looked around the wall where the voices were coming from. And immediately, I got a punch in the face. I staggered back and rubbed my face. I faced my attacker. And I was surprised to see two people. both were dressed in business suits complete with black ties. They both had opera masks on and they were both holding guns in their gloved hands. The only difference between the two people was that one of them was a female. She seemed to be 19 years old. " Now what're you supposed to be?" I asked them. " Question is, What're you supposed to be?" Asked the girl. She laughed as I remained silent. The girl looked at the man. "Shall we dance with him, Alphonse?" She asked him. " We shall, Isabel. We shall." Said the man. And then they sprung at once. Like a viper would spring upon it's prey, they struck. They were using some form of martial arts. One that I did not recognise. I defended their attacks the best I could, but they were quick and brutal. I was shot a few times and I felt one or two ribs crack. I was thrown against the alley wall. Immense pain shot through every bone in my body. My head was lowered and as I raised it, a fist met my face. I heard the girl giggle. " Shall we dance with him again, Alphonse?" She said with glee. " No, Isabel. The leader asked us to immobilize the enemy and bring him in for questioning." Said the man. " Aww, but I'm not done yet." Said the girl. " Done or not, we can't disobey direct orders." Said the man. " Alright." Said the girl. Then, I was hand cuffed and had a bag put over my head and I'm guessing that I was put into a car boot after that.
A few hours later...
The boot was opened and I was lifted out of the car. The bag was lifted off my head and I saw my surroundings. Desert. Nothing but desert. Then the ski mask was pulled off my head. The man and the girl grabbed my arms and dragged me toward a tree that I didn't notice before. The girl leaned me against the tree. The man was digging a hole in the sand to reveal a trap door. he yanked it open. The girl dragged me toward the trap door. " Ladies first, Isabel." Said the man. " Whatever." Said the girl. Then she jumped into the hole and the man pushed me in. I was sliding down a chute. I was practically screaming my head off now. Then, a trap door opened up in front of me and I fell through it, landing on a hard tiled floor. " Ouch." was the only word I could utter at that point. Then I saw the girl walking toward me. She grabbed me by the collar of my coat and dragged me toward a door locked by a coded lock. She punched in some numbers and the door swung open. What lied before my eyes was what appeared to be a large room with screens lining the wall in front of us. Multiple images were shown on the screens. I was dragged toward another door which led to an interrogation room. I was seated on a chair and the girl sat on the opposite chair. I watched lights on the cameras wink on. The girl cleared her throat. " Okay, vigilante. I want you to answer a few questions. First question, what's your name?" She said. " What's it to you?' I said. " Your name, criminal. Or I cut your fingers off." She said. " Fine. Andrew Graystone." I said. " Okay, Andrew. Why were you in the alley?" She asked. "Huh? Why are you asking these questions? Is this some kind of sick joke? Answer me!" I demanded. The girl slapped me across the face. " Don't ask the questions, Mr. Graystone. just answer them. Why were you in the alley?" She asked. " Why should I tell you?" I said. She slapped me across the face again. " Were you spying on us?" She said. I laughed. " You remind me of my old rival. His name was Jacob Gray. Back then I was known as Gregory Wolfe." I said, bringing up a fact about my past. She punched me in the face. " Were you spying on us?" She asked. I spat out a tooth. I laughed. " Did you know I have split personality syndrome?" I said. I was slapped across the face again. " Answer the question, Graystone." She said. " The name's Wolfe." I said, laughing. I had no idea why I was laughing. This time, the girl got up, walked behind me, took off her mask, slammed my head on the metal table and brought a knife up to my throat. "Answer the question, Wolfe." She said. " Well I, being the victim here, have to give you an answer and my answer is, no. I had no idea there were a bunch of lunatics in the alley and I had no idea that I'd be tortured by a crazy, murderous girl with a knife. Would that answer suffice?" I said. And not surprisingly she hit me on the head. This time, I fell into unconsciousness.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Capter 6: Lost
Chapter 6: Lost
I looked at the unfamiliar trees and houses. I was definitely lost. I tried to remain calm but my body was still trembling from fear of being lost and excitement of fighting. There weren't that many street lights on this street. I squinted into the darkness trying to adjust my eyes to the dark surroundings. When my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, I recognized the street(well, maybe being able to read what the sign board said helped) I was on. It was the same street that the girl I saved lived on. I walked along the street looking for her house to try to get help and a few bandages if possible. The pain began to return to me now so I began to limp toward the house. The knife wounds bled and every single bone in my body felt as if they were pulverised into fine powder. My whole body ached painfully. I was almost there. Just half a block away. When I was a few feet away from the house, someone screamed a scream of attack. I turned around and saw one of the gangsters who was armed with a baseball bat with nails. He swung once and hit me while I was still surprised by his scream of attack. I fell down to my knees. He kept hitting and laughing like a madman. I was in real pain now. He must've been high, I thought to myself. I avoided one blow and took the opportunity too hit him in the gut. My fist met his gut and it hit hard. He jumped back in pain while clutching his stomach. then I got up and hit him in the face until he passed out. Then I kept limping toward the girl's house. I had reached the door but after knocking, I collapsed to the ground. I had blacked out(again).
I woke up on a sofa in front of a fireplace in a room that I didn't recognize. I looked at a wall clock over the mantle piece and read the time. 12.00 a.m. I tried getting up but my body was invaded by a sharp pain from all sides of my body. The wounds haven't healed yet but were neatly bandaged. I took some time to look around me for a second. It was an old house, I thought to myself. The wallpaper was old and faded and in some small areas of it they were torn. The photos were old and brownish in color and the wall paintings were cracked and some of the paint was practically chipping. Then, I tried to stand on my feet but, as I took the first step, pain shot up from my leg I almost fell down but luckily, I grabbed the sofa and prevented myself from falling down. "You're not healed yet." said a voice from the doorway I looked up and saw the girl. "You collapsed at my door, so I decided to bring you inside and treat your injuries." she said. I still tried to stand up but, it hurts every time I tried. So I decided to sit down instead. "Who are you?" I asked her. "Well, my name is Catherine Ravenwood." she said. "But, who are you?" she asked back. "Andrew Graystone. I live a little further up the street." I said. She was holding a bottle of red fluid. "What's that?" I asked about the the liquid in the bottle she was holding. "It's tree sap from the sangra de drago tree in my backyard. It makes good antiseptic medicine." she replied. She came closer with the bottle. "I collected some of the sap to try to heal you." she said. I only lied down and let her tend to my injuries even though her methods were painful. So I spent the night there. I was feeling very tired and I needed to rest. I didn't sleep well that night. I couldn't sleep feeling so uncomfortable because of the pain. I woke up early that morning but I was still tired. Catherine had made some breakfast which consisted of porridge and toast. I ate at the table in front of the sofa. The breakfast was washed down with a cup of tea. My knife wounds started to heal where the tree sap was rubbed on. But unfortunately, my legs still ached so my steps were unsteady but at least I was able to walk slowly. I steadied myself and tried not to fall over. I was walking toward the kitchen to see where Catherine was. She was at the table quietly eating her breakfast. I walked back and almost tripped over the table I ate at but eventually I was able to walk back to the sofa without breaking anything. I wondered how long I would be here.
2 weeks later...
I received another call from Catherine. "Hello." I said into the receiver. "Hi. Listen, can you uh, help me with something?" she asked through the other line. "Alright. Name your problem." I said. "Can you come over? It's something serious." she said in an almost nervous voice. We had become close friends now and she usually asks me for help when she needed it. "okay." I said. "Thank you. Bye she said as she quickly hung up. But the strange thing about this call is that she sounded almost nervous. Usually, she would sound calm but today was a bit stranger. It could be something important I thought to myself. I walked leisurely toward her house then I knocked on the door. "It's not locked!" she shouted from somewhere in the house. I opened the door and gasped at what waited for me inside. A group of people were gathered inside the living room. "Surprise!" they cried. Then I suddenly remembered. today was my birthday and these ere all Catherine's relatives. I greeted them all warmly. Then I saw Catherine. I gave her a friendly hug. "I couldn't believe it! You actually did all this for me?" I said. Then she nodded twice. I hugged her again. "Thank you." I said. Then we joined the party.
I looked at the unfamiliar trees and houses. I was definitely lost. I tried to remain calm but my body was still trembling from fear of being lost and excitement of fighting. There weren't that many street lights on this street. I squinted into the darkness trying to adjust my eyes to the dark surroundings. When my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, I recognized the street(well, maybe being able to read what the sign board said helped) I was on. It was the same street that the girl I saved lived on. I walked along the street looking for her house to try to get help and a few bandages if possible. The pain began to return to me now so I began to limp toward the house. The knife wounds bled and every single bone in my body felt as if they were pulverised into fine powder. My whole body ached painfully. I was almost there. Just half a block away. When I was a few feet away from the house, someone screamed a scream of attack. I turned around and saw one of the gangsters who was armed with a baseball bat with nails. He swung once and hit me while I was still surprised by his scream of attack. I fell down to my knees. He kept hitting and laughing like a madman. I was in real pain now. He must've been high, I thought to myself. I avoided one blow and took the opportunity too hit him in the gut. My fist met his gut and it hit hard. He jumped back in pain while clutching his stomach. then I got up and hit him in the face until he passed out. Then I kept limping toward the girl's house. I had reached the door but after knocking, I collapsed to the ground. I had blacked out(again).
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6 hours later...I woke up on a sofa in front of a fireplace in a room that I didn't recognize. I looked at a wall clock over the mantle piece and read the time. 12.00 a.m. I tried getting up but my body was invaded by a sharp pain from all sides of my body. The wounds haven't healed yet but were neatly bandaged. I took some time to look around me for a second. It was an old house, I thought to myself. The wallpaper was old and faded and in some small areas of it they were torn. The photos were old and brownish in color and the wall paintings were cracked and some of the paint was practically chipping. Then, I tried to stand on my feet but, as I took the first step, pain shot up from my leg I almost fell down but luckily, I grabbed the sofa and prevented myself from falling down. "You're not healed yet." said a voice from the doorway I looked up and saw the girl. "You collapsed at my door, so I decided to bring you inside and treat your injuries." she said. I still tried to stand up but, it hurts every time I tried. So I decided to sit down instead. "Who are you?" I asked her. "Well, my name is Catherine Ravenwood." she said. "But, who are you?" she asked back. "Andrew Graystone. I live a little further up the street." I said. She was holding a bottle of red fluid. "What's that?" I asked about the the liquid in the bottle she was holding. "It's tree sap from the sangra de drago tree in my backyard. It makes good antiseptic medicine." she replied. She came closer with the bottle. "I collected some of the sap to try to heal you." she said. I only lied down and let her tend to my injuries even though her methods were painful. So I spent the night there. I was feeling very tired and I needed to rest. I didn't sleep well that night. I couldn't sleep feeling so uncomfortable because of the pain. I woke up early that morning but I was still tired. Catherine had made some breakfast which consisted of porridge and toast. I ate at the table in front of the sofa. The breakfast was washed down with a cup of tea. My knife wounds started to heal where the tree sap was rubbed on. But unfortunately, my legs still ached so my steps were unsteady but at least I was able to walk slowly. I steadied myself and tried not to fall over. I was walking toward the kitchen to see where Catherine was. She was at the table quietly eating her breakfast. I walked back and almost tripped over the table I ate at but eventually I was able to walk back to the sofa without breaking anything. I wondered how long I would be here.
2 weeks later...
I received another call from Catherine. "Hello." I said into the receiver. "Hi. Listen, can you uh, help me with something?" she asked through the other line. "Alright. Name your problem." I said. "Can you come over? It's something serious." she said in an almost nervous voice. We had become close friends now and she usually asks me for help when she needed it. "okay." I said. "Thank you. Bye she said as she quickly hung up. But the strange thing about this call is that she sounded almost nervous. Usually, she would sound calm but today was a bit stranger. It could be something important I thought to myself. I walked leisurely toward her house then I knocked on the door. "It's not locked!" she shouted from somewhere in the house. I opened the door and gasped at what waited for me inside. A group of people were gathered inside the living room. "Surprise!" they cried. Then I suddenly remembered. today was my birthday and these ere all Catherine's relatives. I greeted them all warmly. Then I saw Catherine. I gave her a friendly hug. "I couldn't believe it! You actually did all this for me?" I said. Then she nodded twice. I hugged her again. "Thank you." I said. Then we joined the party.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Chapter 5: Trouble
Chapter 5: Trouble
30 men stood before me wielding all kinds of weapons but the one that made me worry was a baseball bat with nails in it. "Oh, so it's this bum again. Haven't you learned anything? Don't mess with us or," he said as he snapped his fingers and when he did that, the other people raised their weapons. "We beat the lights out of you." as he said that, the men swung their weapons. I tried dodging the baseball bats and crow bars but some hit me in various places. I grabbed a baseball bat from one of them and swung it at the others. I was able to hit one of them, but the rest kept fighting like berserkers. Pretty soon I was on the ground cowering from their attacks. They hit hard but when I spotted an opportunity, I stood up and grabbed a crow bar to get them as far away as possible from me. When they stepped back, I spotted a way through the crowd and dashed for it. I was making a quick escape. I ran out of the park into the now empty and silent street. I kept running even though the men were far behind. I ran and didn't stop at my house. I ran away from everything, afraid that they would eventually find me. When I had reached an unfamiliar street I slowed down and stopped to observe my surroundings. The gangsters were definitely gone but now I had a different thing to worry about. Where am I?
30 men stood before me wielding all kinds of weapons but the one that made me worry was a baseball bat with nails in it. "Oh, so it's this bum again. Haven't you learned anything? Don't mess with us or," he said as he snapped his fingers and when he did that, the other people raised their weapons. "We beat the lights out of you." as he said that, the men swung their weapons. I tried dodging the baseball bats and crow bars but some hit me in various places. I grabbed a baseball bat from one of them and swung it at the others. I was able to hit one of them, but the rest kept fighting like berserkers. Pretty soon I was on the ground cowering from their attacks. They hit hard but when I spotted an opportunity, I stood up and grabbed a crow bar to get them as far away as possible from me. When they stepped back, I spotted a way through the crowd and dashed for it. I was making a quick escape. I ran out of the park into the now empty and silent street. I kept running even though the men were far behind. I ran and didn't stop at my house. I ran away from everything, afraid that they would eventually find me. When I had reached an unfamiliar street I slowed down and stopped to observe my surroundings. The gangsters were definitely gone but now I had a different thing to worry about. Where am I?
Chapter 4: The Second Attack
Chapter 4:The Second Attack
3 weeks later...
My arm has fully healed and now I am able to use it as I used to(For writing). I am now having another evening stroll in the park. My fear of the gangsters had passed(for some reason which is still unclear) and so, I can walk without fear. The sun was setting as it did on the day I saved that woman. I only realized it now though, that I didn't even know her name. I stopped for a while to admire the beautiful sunset. It seemed more beautiful than it had ever been before. When the sun had finally sunk beneath the horizon, I continued to walk down my usual path. The cool night air made the park seem like as if it had entered an early winter. The nocturnal birds began to make their unique sounds to signal the beginning of the night. I walked as a man enjoying the natural occurrences of the night. I was happy that I was able to live normally again. The night seemed calm and peaceful for once in my life. However, the quiet night didn't last long. When I reached the area where I was first attacked, I heard the sound of some people yelling. I looked at where the noises came from. There before my very eyes were the gangsters running after another figure who was also running. Since my fear of them had disappeared, I chased them. I followed them to an area that was overgrown with vegetation. This place must've been an abandoned part of the park, I thought. They were beginning to get a little bit farther away now. I decided to rely on my sense of hearing instead of my sight. I heard their hurried footsteps clearly and followed them. When they stopped, I reached an open area that had overgrown grass and no trees. There were at least 5 of the gangsters and they were all armed. I turned my eyes toward the figure they were chasing. It was a woman wearing motorcyclist wear and a helmet . I could tell they were trying to harass this woman like they did to the other many weeks ago. I tried to keep quiet. Then I jumped toward them ant attacked. They were surprised at first, but then they reacted by swinging whatever weapon they had in their hands. I swiftly avoided their blows and landed some of my own on them. Some of them were able to land a blow or two on me but they were later dealt with. when most of them were down, I grabbed the woman's hand an ran. I could hear them following me close behind so I fastened my pace. Then, when the footsteps of the gangsters stopped, we had already reached the path that I walked on. The woman took off her helmet and to my surprise, it was the same woman I saved weeks ago. "thanks." she said. "youre welcome" I said, panting. Then she ran off toward the street. I was about to head back to my home, someone grabbed me by the throat. He pulled me toward the area where I had fought the others. When we reached the place, There weren't 5 of them. There were 30 of them.
3 weeks later...
My arm has fully healed and now I am able to use it as I used to(For writing). I am now having another evening stroll in the park. My fear of the gangsters had passed(for some reason which is still unclear) and so, I can walk without fear. The sun was setting as it did on the day I saved that woman. I only realized it now though, that I didn't even know her name. I stopped for a while to admire the beautiful sunset. It seemed more beautiful than it had ever been before. When the sun had finally sunk beneath the horizon, I continued to walk down my usual path. The cool night air made the park seem like as if it had entered an early winter. The nocturnal birds began to make their unique sounds to signal the beginning of the night. I walked as a man enjoying the natural occurrences of the night. I was happy that I was able to live normally again. The night seemed calm and peaceful for once in my life. However, the quiet night didn't last long. When I reached the area where I was first attacked, I heard the sound of some people yelling. I looked at where the noises came from. There before my very eyes were the gangsters running after another figure who was also running. Since my fear of them had disappeared, I chased them. I followed them to an area that was overgrown with vegetation. This place must've been an abandoned part of the park, I thought. They were beginning to get a little bit farther away now. I decided to rely on my sense of hearing instead of my sight. I heard their hurried footsteps clearly and followed them. When they stopped, I reached an open area that had overgrown grass and no trees. There were at least 5 of the gangsters and they were all armed. I turned my eyes toward the figure they were chasing. It was a woman wearing motorcyclist wear and a helmet . I could tell they were trying to harass this woman like they did to the other many weeks ago. I tried to keep quiet. Then I jumped toward them ant attacked. They were surprised at first, but then they reacted by swinging whatever weapon they had in their hands. I swiftly avoided their blows and landed some of my own on them. Some of them were able to land a blow or two on me but they were later dealt with. when most of them were down, I grabbed the woman's hand an ran. I could hear them following me close behind so I fastened my pace. Then, when the footsteps of the gangsters stopped, we had already reached the path that I walked on. The woman took off her helmet and to my surprise, it was the same woman I saved weeks ago. "thanks." she said. "youre welcome" I said, panting. Then she ran off toward the street. I was about to head back to my home, someone grabbed me by the throat. He pulled me toward the area where I had fought the others. When we reached the place, There weren't 5 of them. There were 30 of them.
Chapter 3: Healed
Chapter 3: Healed
On Sunday morning the week after the incident, I was released. I was able to walk now but my arm still needed a few weeks for healing before it can work again. I took a taxi back to my house. The taxi ride was long but at least I was able to return home. When the taxi stopped in front of my house, I paid the cab man the amount of money for the trip plus a few more Irish pounds. "Here's your change sir." said the cab man. " keep it." I said. A smile formed on the man's face. "Thank you sir." he said as he drove off. I walked towards the door and picked up the daily news paper on the mat and unlocked the door. I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. I went toward an armchair in front of the fire place. I sat down and read the news paper. I looked at the headline that read, 'Gangsters Numbers Increase' . I read the article. 'A certain group of gangsters have increased in numbers lately. The origin of this group and their activities still remain shrouded in mystery. Reporters from various sources claim that they have seen these gangsters in drug trafficking activities late at night when these reporters take an evening stroll. It is also said that...' I stopped reading. I began to think about the gangsters that beat me up last week. I wondered if the article was referring to these gangsters. These thoughts raced around in my mind and then I fell asleep. I dreamed of what those gangsters could've done to me if they were high. They could've killed me. The dream was very unpleasant and I woke up a few minutes later. Either I was shivering from the cold autumn air or it was the thought of those merciless gangsters. I decided that I needed to take a walk to calm my nerves. I put on my coat and went outside. The air felt cold on my skin. I headed toward the park. Then I started to walk slowly when I reached the park. I was feeling cautious now. I walked along my usual path but then I stopped. In front of me was the location where I was attacked. I kept my distance from that place and began walking again. The memory of me being attacked played around in my mind like a horror movie. Fragment after fragment, the memory of it returned. I was walking along another path now which was quite far from my original path. I was very cautious for I wasn't sure wether the gangsters were here. I kept walking and tried to forget about the attack but my efforts to forget the event were futile. I was entering an area with trees on both sides of the path with branches that curved on each other forming a tunnel. There was little sunlight that burst through the trees. I walked while observing my surroundings. The air was colder around this area. I fastened my pace. I heard a soft rustling noise from the bushes in front of me. I stopped walking. I slowly approached the bush. I looked into the bush and was relieved to find a squirrel collecting nuts. I felt foolish that I mistook a squirrel for a threat. I turned back home.
On Sunday morning the week after the incident, I was released. I was able to walk now but my arm still needed a few weeks for healing before it can work again. I took a taxi back to my house. The taxi ride was long but at least I was able to return home. When the taxi stopped in front of my house, I paid the cab man the amount of money for the trip plus a few more Irish pounds. "Here's your change sir." said the cab man. " keep it." I said. A smile formed on the man's face. "Thank you sir." he said as he drove off. I walked towards the door and picked up the daily news paper on the mat and unlocked the door. I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. I went toward an armchair in front of the fire place. I sat down and read the news paper. I looked at the headline that read, 'Gangsters Numbers Increase' . I read the article. 'A certain group of gangsters have increased in numbers lately. The origin of this group and their activities still remain shrouded in mystery. Reporters from various sources claim that they have seen these gangsters in drug trafficking activities late at night when these reporters take an evening stroll. It is also said that...' I stopped reading. I began to think about the gangsters that beat me up last week. I wondered if the article was referring to these gangsters. These thoughts raced around in my mind and then I fell asleep. I dreamed of what those gangsters could've done to me if they were high. They could've killed me. The dream was very unpleasant and I woke up a few minutes later. Either I was shivering from the cold autumn air or it was the thought of those merciless gangsters. I decided that I needed to take a walk to calm my nerves. I put on my coat and went outside. The air felt cold on my skin. I headed toward the park. Then I started to walk slowly when I reached the park. I was feeling cautious now. I walked along my usual path but then I stopped. In front of me was the location where I was attacked. I kept my distance from that place and began walking again. The memory of me being attacked played around in my mind like a horror movie. Fragment after fragment, the memory of it returned. I was walking along another path now which was quite far from my original path. I was very cautious for I wasn't sure wether the gangsters were here. I kept walking and tried to forget about the attack but my efforts to forget the event were futile. I was entering an area with trees on both sides of the path with branches that curved on each other forming a tunnel. There was little sunlight that burst through the trees. I walked while observing my surroundings. The air was colder around this area. I fastened my pace. I heard a soft rustling noise from the bushes in front of me. I stopped walking. I slowly approached the bush. I looked into the bush and was relieved to find a squirrel collecting nuts. I felt foolish that I mistook a squirrel for a threat. I turned back home.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Chapter 2: Attacked
Chapter 2: Attacked
I turned toward the source of the scream. There were a group of people(Probably gangsters) harassing a young woman. I thought of running but then I couldn't just leave her here. Thoughts were racing through my head. My mind was in a blur and without realising it, I ran toward the people and I started a fight. Punches flew, kicks landed on other faces and eyes were being gouged. Shouts of attack broke the silence that was once dominant at the location. I was punched a few times but I didn't stop. I kept fighting and eventually, they fled. I was tired and hurt, but at least I was satisfied that I was able to do some good. I turned to where the woman was kneeling and I held out my hand toward her. "Come on. Let's get you home." I said to her in a kindly voice. She took my hand and we walked toward the street. "Where do you live?" I asked her. "I live at house number 14, down the road." she said, in a small voice. I took her down the road to where she said she lived. Judging by her appearance, she looked as if she was at least 19 years old. Shortly afterwards, we reached an old white painted house. "Thanks for saving me back there." she said. "It was nothing really. I was only doing my job as a law abiding citizen." I said. She rushed into the house and closed the door behind her.
The next day...(5.00 a.m.)
I called in sick for the theatre job and went to a clinic. My body still ached from fighting off those gangsters from last night. They practically beat the lights out of me. I felt too weak to even get out of bed. But somehow, I got the strength to go to the clinic and ask for necessary treatment. I took a number and sat down in the waiting room and waited to be treated by the available doctor. It didn't take long for my turn to be treated since there were only a few people there. I waked into the doctor's office and sat down. I told him that I fell down a short flight of stairs and my body ached all over. The doctor prescribed some pain killers and said that I needed at least a week's rest. I took my medicine and left the clinic. I decided to go for a morning walk in the park. I passed a few buildings and alleys and shortly afterwards, I reached the park. The sun wasn't up yet and there were few joggers. When I reached the secluded location where last night's event took place, a hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to the ground. The people that stood above me were the same hooligans from last night plus some other gang members armed with chains, baseball bats, steel pipes, knives, crow bars and brass knuckels. Did I say some other gang members? what I meant was a lot of other gang members! "Oh, so this is the bum that messed with our gang. How about we teach him a little lesson boys? Get him!" said the man that pulled me down. As they raised their weapons I quickly darted from them toward a tree. One of them threw a knife at me. and it hit my back. I pulled out the knife and kept running. They were following close behind me. eventually, they caught up to me and started hitting me with whatever they were holding. The blows struck me hard from all directions. I felt pain come from every square centimeter of my body. I felt myself bleed from my head, my arms and my legs. Then they started kicking me in the face and stomach. And at the signal of their leader they stopped. "This should teach you a lesson. Mess with us again, and we'll come after you." he said. I felt my consciousness slip away. I had blacked out.
I woke up a few hours later in a hospital. I had a plaster cast on my left arm and I had bandages wrapped around the top of my head. There were also some bandages covering most of my legs in a thick layer. I tried getting up but I was too weak to even feel my legs. Those were some hard core gangsters. The only limbs that I could feel were one of my arms which was in pain. I looked at the wall clock. 9.00 a.m. I waited for a nurse or a doctor to come and check on me. After a while, a doctor arrived and greeted me. He said that I had a few bruises and also had a minor case of internal bleeding. My left arm only had a minor fracture so it should heal in a few weeks time. I was lucky that those injuries weren't serious. He said that I was lucky that someone found me in the park at just the right moment. And after explaining what type of injuries I had, he left before I was able to ask him who found me. I looked at the wall clock again. 9.15 a.m. Once again, I tried to get up. I was able to feel a little bit of sensation in my legs, but it wasn't enough to get up. At 9.30 a.m the nurse brought me my breakfast which was a hot bowl of chicken porridge. I used my right arm to grab a spoon and ate the porridge. There was also some hot tea in a Styrofoam cup next to the bowl of porridge. I had a sip of tea and kept eating the porridge. After I finished eating, I decided to rest.
I turned toward the source of the scream. There were a group of people(Probably gangsters) harassing a young woman. I thought of running but then I couldn't just leave her here. Thoughts were racing through my head. My mind was in a blur and without realising it, I ran toward the people and I started a fight. Punches flew, kicks landed on other faces and eyes were being gouged. Shouts of attack broke the silence that was once dominant at the location. I was punched a few times but I didn't stop. I kept fighting and eventually, they fled. I was tired and hurt, but at least I was satisfied that I was able to do some good. I turned to where the woman was kneeling and I held out my hand toward her. "Come on. Let's get you home." I said to her in a kindly voice. She took my hand and we walked toward the street. "Where do you live?" I asked her. "I live at house number 14, down the road." she said, in a small voice. I took her down the road to where she said she lived. Judging by her appearance, she looked as if she was at least 19 years old. Shortly afterwards, we reached an old white painted house. "Thanks for saving me back there." she said. "It was nothing really. I was only doing my job as a law abiding citizen." I said. She rushed into the house and closed the door behind her.
The next day...(5.00 a.m.)
I called in sick for the theatre job and went to a clinic. My body still ached from fighting off those gangsters from last night. They practically beat the lights out of me. I felt too weak to even get out of bed. But somehow, I got the strength to go to the clinic and ask for necessary treatment. I took a number and sat down in the waiting room and waited to be treated by the available doctor. It didn't take long for my turn to be treated since there were only a few people there. I waked into the doctor's office and sat down. I told him that I fell down a short flight of stairs and my body ached all over. The doctor prescribed some pain killers and said that I needed at least a week's rest. I took my medicine and left the clinic. I decided to go for a morning walk in the park. I passed a few buildings and alleys and shortly afterwards, I reached the park. The sun wasn't up yet and there were few joggers. When I reached the secluded location where last night's event took place, a hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to the ground. The people that stood above me were the same hooligans from last night plus some other gang members armed with chains, baseball bats, steel pipes, knives, crow bars and brass knuckels. Did I say some other gang members? what I meant was a lot of other gang members! "Oh, so this is the bum that messed with our gang. How about we teach him a little lesson boys? Get him!" said the man that pulled me down. As they raised their weapons I quickly darted from them toward a tree. One of them threw a knife at me. and it hit my back. I pulled out the knife and kept running. They were following close behind me. eventually, they caught up to me and started hitting me with whatever they were holding. The blows struck me hard from all directions. I felt pain come from every square centimeter of my body. I felt myself bleed from my head, my arms and my legs. Then they started kicking me in the face and stomach. And at the signal of their leader they stopped. "This should teach you a lesson. Mess with us again, and we'll come after you." he said. I felt my consciousness slip away. I had blacked out.
I woke up a few hours later in a hospital. I had a plaster cast on my left arm and I had bandages wrapped around the top of my head. There were also some bandages covering most of my legs in a thick layer. I tried getting up but I was too weak to even feel my legs. Those were some hard core gangsters. The only limbs that I could feel were one of my arms which was in pain. I looked at the wall clock. 9.00 a.m. I waited for a nurse or a doctor to come and check on me. After a while, a doctor arrived and greeted me. He said that I had a few bruises and also had a minor case of internal bleeding. My left arm only had a minor fracture so it should heal in a few weeks time. I was lucky that those injuries weren't serious. He said that I was lucky that someone found me in the park at just the right moment. And after explaining what type of injuries I had, he left before I was able to ask him who found me. I looked at the wall clock again. 9.15 a.m. Once again, I tried to get up. I was able to feel a little bit of sensation in my legs, but it wasn't enough to get up. At 9.30 a.m the nurse brought me my breakfast which was a hot bowl of chicken porridge. I used my right arm to grab a spoon and ate the porridge. There was also some hot tea in a Styrofoam cup next to the bowl of porridge. I had a sip of tea and kept eating the porridge. After I finished eating, I decided to rest.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Chapter 1: Andrew Graystone
Chapter 1
My name is Andrew Graystone. I live in Dublin, Ireland. I'm currently 18 years old and I live alone for my brothers are in Moscow and my parents left us at an orphanage. My brothers and I have been trying to gain some money to help make our lives less of a struggle. So far, there's been a bit of progress, well, for me at least. I send money to my brothers every week in hopes that that will help them in their financial crisis. I always write to them to ask of their condition in Moscow, but it seems that they are too busy looking for jobs to even write back. This is how my life has been going on for a while now. I feel that my brothers might have some luck in the future for I have heard that the manager of the theatre that I work in might have some positions for the job that are vacant but for now, this only remains as a rumor in the theatre. Some of my co workers say that there really are empty positions for the job but most of them deny this rumor and says it's a mere fabrication passed around by other workers as a simple joke(which I don't find amusing at all). Even so, I cannot say that it's all just a really bad joke even though it really sounds like one. The proof to support my co worker's claims are absent, but still, we cant say that it's a lie. So, until there is any proof of this claim, there will be no hope for my brothers. But I will find another way for them to gain the financial resources that they need. My life remained this way until one day....
On a late autumn evening in a park in Dublin, I was enjoying a pleasant evening stroll to try to relax and rethink my brother's approach at gaining the money that they needed. The air was cold and the sun was on the horizon. People were starting to return to their homes but I kept walking at my usual unhurried pace as before. The sun had fully set now and the only sources of light now were some street lights that cast shadows all around me. There were fewer people walking at the park now. The night seemed to make the everyday objects around me that I see everyday look unrecognizable the branches of the trees looked like long, deformed arms reaching out to drag me into the cold, dark, endless night. And when my imagination was concocting all these mad fantasies, that's when I heard it. An air splitting scream.
My name is Andrew Graystone. I live in Dublin, Ireland. I'm currently 18 years old and I live alone for my brothers are in Moscow and my parents left us at an orphanage. My brothers and I have been trying to gain some money to help make our lives less of a struggle. So far, there's been a bit of progress, well, for me at least. I send money to my brothers every week in hopes that that will help them in their financial crisis. I always write to them to ask of their condition in Moscow, but it seems that they are too busy looking for jobs to even write back. This is how my life has been going on for a while now. I feel that my brothers might have some luck in the future for I have heard that the manager of the theatre that I work in might have some positions for the job that are vacant but for now, this only remains as a rumor in the theatre. Some of my co workers say that there really are empty positions for the job but most of them deny this rumor and says it's a mere fabrication passed around by other workers as a simple joke(which I don't find amusing at all). Even so, I cannot say that it's all just a really bad joke even though it really sounds like one. The proof to support my co worker's claims are absent, but still, we cant say that it's a lie. So, until there is any proof of this claim, there will be no hope for my brothers. But I will find another way for them to gain the financial resources that they need. My life remained this way until one day....
On a late autumn evening in a park in Dublin, I was enjoying a pleasant evening stroll to try to relax and rethink my brother's approach at gaining the money that they needed. The air was cold and the sun was on the horizon. People were starting to return to their homes but I kept walking at my usual unhurried pace as before. The sun had fully set now and the only sources of light now were some street lights that cast shadows all around me. There were fewer people walking at the park now. The night seemed to make the everyday objects around me that I see everyday look unrecognizable the branches of the trees looked like long, deformed arms reaching out to drag me into the cold, dark, endless night. And when my imagination was concocting all these mad fantasies, that's when I heard it. An air splitting scream.
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