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.
Monday, November 29, 2010
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."
* * *
" 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."
* * *
" 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.
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