I have so little left now. So few things to hold dear, so little to call my own. Few happy memories. I am unsure of anything. Who I am, where I stand, where i belong. Will i be forced to scrape together a meager existence, или shall I follow his lead, Присоединиться his cause and ruin everything?
Poignant. I can hear a song playing faintly somewhere. It's a haunting melody, soft and melancholy, much like my frame of mind. It was a chilly November day. It was nearly two decades ago,thought I can still recall every detail of that день as plainly as though it were yesterday.
I can remember what clothes I wore: my usual dark suit with a loud, nearly garishly colored tie; оранжевый and purple layers. I can remember the song i heard, the poignant one. It was a Beethoven ; "Moonlight Sonata". I can remember the breeze swirling around me in Central Park, cold and rainy, it seeped in through what little protection from the elements i was wearing and the rain stung against my skin.
I can also remember being followed. I remember the feeling of the нож blade pressed against my throat, biting into my skin a bit.
" I thought I told Ты not to come back, Hans." сказал(-а) "Skipper", his voice low and cold.
" Nothing could keep me away, especially YOU." i sneered with dislike. " What's the matter, old frienemy, afraid to slit my throat?"
" I didn't come here to assassinate you. besides, it's too out in the open."
" Then why are Ты here?"
" To tell Ты to get the hell out of my life! Ты ruined everything for me, and I swear by all that is good and pure-"
" Yes, yes, whatever. Ты can make your petty speeches, but Ты can't change a thing. What has been done is done. Ты do not control me, Skipper."
" That may be, but you've ruined my good name after what happened in Copenhagen!"
" Oh, so you're here for revenge, I take it?"
" No. Get out of here while Ты still can.":
" Is that a threat?"
" It's scarier if Ты imagine it."
" So it IS a threat!"
" I didn't come here to make small talk! Get out of the city.. out of the country.. before they find out! You're a wanted man!"
" If i am wanted, then i must have quite a high price on my shoulders. Turn me in.. see where it gets you, but nothing can make up for the past."
With that I walked off, to see if he would follow me.
He didn't.
I didn't see или hear from him for nearly 15 years. Now I am left with nothing but a small apartment and a few sets of clothes.
I do have one thing, though, that no one can ever take away from me. I silently nurture one small shred of hope. Hope for a better life, and a brighter tomorrow.
Poignant. I can hear a song playing faintly somewhere. It's a haunting melody, soft and melancholy, much like my frame of mind. It was a chilly November day. It was nearly two decades ago,thought I can still recall every detail of that день as plainly as though it were yesterday.
I can remember what clothes I wore: my usual dark suit with a loud, nearly garishly colored tie; оранжевый and purple layers. I can remember the song i heard, the poignant one. It was a Beethoven ; "Moonlight Sonata". I can remember the breeze swirling around me in Central Park, cold and rainy, it seeped in through what little protection from the elements i was wearing and the rain stung against my skin.
I can also remember being followed. I remember the feeling of the нож blade pressed against my throat, biting into my skin a bit.
" I thought I told Ты not to come back, Hans." сказал(-а) "Skipper", his voice low and cold.
" Nothing could keep me away, especially YOU." i sneered with dislike. " What's the matter, old frienemy, afraid to slit my throat?"
" I didn't come here to assassinate you. besides, it's too out in the open."
" Then why are Ты here?"
" To tell Ты to get the hell out of my life! Ты ruined everything for me, and I swear by all that is good and pure-"
" Yes, yes, whatever. Ты can make your petty speeches, but Ты can't change a thing. What has been done is done. Ты do not control me, Skipper."
" That may be, but you've ruined my good name after what happened in Copenhagen!"
" Oh, so you're here for revenge, I take it?"
" No. Get out of here while Ты still can.":
" Is that a threat?"
" It's scarier if Ты imagine it."
" So it IS a threat!"
" I didn't come here to make small talk! Get out of the city.. out of the country.. before they find out! You're a wanted man!"
" If i am wanted, then i must have quite a high price on my shoulders. Turn me in.. see where it gets you, but nothing can make up for the past."
With that I walked off, to see if he would follow me.
He didn't.
I didn't see или hear from him for nearly 15 years. Now I am left with nothing but a small apartment and a few sets of clothes.
I do have one thing, though, that no one can ever take away from me. I silently nurture one small shred of hope. Hope for a better life, and a brighter tomorrow.
6:48am
Marlene woke up tied to a chair, gagged. She slowly opened her eyes. She took in her surroundings; she was alone in a room. The room had white walls with a high ceiling, and…Marlene stopped breathing for a moment. Her eyes widened. On the Стена to her left was a big red stain. She didn't need to ask what it was. She frantically looked around, trying to find way to free herself. There was nothing. She started to panic even еще when she saw cuffs hanging from the ceiling, with a whip hanging on the Стена a few feet from that on her right. She tried to Переместить her feet, but looked down to see that they were tied to the legs of the chair. What she saw Далее seemed to stop her heart. There were wires connected to the chair, she followed where they led slowly with her eyes. She gasped through the gag, the wires led to a big switch. She knew exactly where she was. She was in a torture chamber.
Marlene woke up tied to a chair, gagged. She slowly opened her eyes. She took in her surroundings; she was alone in a room. The room had white walls with a high ceiling, and…Marlene stopped breathing for a moment. Her eyes widened. On the Стена to her left was a big red stain. She didn't need to ask what it was. She frantically looked around, trying to find way to free herself. There was nothing. She started to panic even еще when she saw cuffs hanging from the ceiling, with a whip hanging on the Стена a few feet from that on her right. She tried to Переместить her feet, but looked down to see that they were tied to the legs of the chair. What she saw Далее seemed to stop her heart. There were wires connected to the chair, she followed where they led slowly with her eyes. She gasped through the gag, the wires led to a big switch. She knew exactly where she was. She was in a torture chamber.
12:02pm
Kowalski & Rico were busy discussing how they were going to find Blowhole and Private was listening carefully. Suddenly there was a slow knock on the door. Kowalski went over and answered it & saw Marlene standing at the door. “Oh my GOD!” Kowalski exclaimed. Marlene looked as though she had been tortured. She was bruised, & had a bad cut on her head. Her hair was in tangles & mats & here clothes were ripped. Kowalski caught her as she fell into his arms. Rico & Private went to go help Marlene in. She was limping, sweating, & her breathing was heavy. “What happened to you!?” Private asked as the three of them set her on their leather couch. But Marlene had passed out. “Kowalski! I thought she called Ты telling Ты she got Главная safely!” Private said. “She did! I don’t understand…I…I don’t understand…” Kowalski told them. Rico put a cold wet cloth to Marlene’s head. They couldn’t even begin to guess what had happened to Marlene.
Kowalski & Rico were busy discussing how they were going to find Blowhole and Private was listening carefully. Suddenly there was a slow knock on the door. Kowalski went over and answered it & saw Marlene standing at the door. “Oh my GOD!” Kowalski exclaimed. Marlene looked as though she had been tortured. She was bruised, & had a bad cut on her head. Her hair was in tangles & mats & here clothes were ripped. Kowalski caught her as she fell into his arms. Rico & Private went to go help Marlene in. She was limping, sweating, & her breathing was heavy. “What happened to you!?” Private asked as the three of them set her on their leather couch. But Marlene had passed out. “Kowalski! I thought she called Ты telling Ты she got Главная safely!” Private said. “She did! I don’t understand…I…I don’t understand…” Kowalski told them. Rico put a cold wet cloth to Marlene’s head. They couldn’t even begin to guess what had happened to Marlene.