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  1. LordTroepfchen

    LordTroepfchen Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 9, 2007
    Ghost
    Streets of Toyko

    The Streets were overcrowded and she remembered why she had never used them when it could be avoided. she felt disoriented and lost in the streets, her laptop and gun pressed to her body, the yellow rain coat over them. she turned, but there was nothing to turn to. Only a stream of bodies, pushing her along. So many, too many . . . she wondered if she called Temp again. Same phone, two calls? Too risky. Maybe she had packed a second one? Wasn´t sure. Confusing. Things just were confusing.

    She decided she had ot get to that motel fast and took out her iPhone and used the navigation to take the fastest road now.

    Tag: Fin




    [b]Thomas Schröder[/b]
    [i]Cellar[/i]

    Markus did not understand him. How could he? As impressed Thomas was of his ability to resurret himself, he had no idea what this was all about. Not Weber or ESTI had got it. He alone had understood. It was all about him!

    "Oh I did. I did. Actually your little one was my first one. My first little one, I mean. My true first was Laura. Oe of the two Laura´s. her father was here? Oh he was the first with Laura, as far as I heard." thomas laughed and stepped back a few steps. "I don´t see him. If he is around, he seems to have no objections to all of this, does he?" Thomas laughed again. He went over to the corner of the room and began to open the cupboards down here. "It wasn´t personal. Alicia. I liked her, actually. Neither is this personal. You all just have to suffer, because she is such a coward, you know? Such a coward."

    He found something and grinned. "But I think she won´t take this for long, actually. She called me, you know? A few minutes ago. From our old flat. Only ten minutes away."

    [b]Tag: Mitth[/b]

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  2. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Markus J. F. Christianson
    Hamburg, Cellar

    So there was a link. Despite how much it disgusted him he was getting to better understand this madman. Thomas talked, and searched a cupboard and he had to fight to the desire with clenched jaw and squeezed eyes not to shout and vent at this psychopath.

    ?You are mistaken. She is not in Hamburg, I was to meet her in. . .elsewhere.? he caught himself from blurting the name of the city, but he feared what Thomas? broken mind would do next. ?You know I would of taken you with me to meet her, perhaps even thought it would have been a happy reunion if you had just spoken instead of shooting me in the back.? Shaking his head at the truth in that notion he looked again, opening his eyes to look upon the killer of Alisha.

    ?Do you think I could use the Tele? I have a message to deliver and it would be nice to get it over with before I die a few more times to satisfy your calling card.? There was truth in his words, which made it easier to say then not to as he looked upon this shadow of humanity.

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  3. LordTroepfchen

    LordTroepfchen Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 9, 2007
    Thomas Schröder
    Cellar, Hamburg

    "A few more times?" Thomas laughed. "Few?" He took out his phone and looked at it. "You really underestimate my ambition." He threw the phone, one of his three he had collected by now in front of Markus. It crashed on the cold, blood covered floor. "No network. I am only on the receiving end. Looks like everybody calls me whenever they wnat to. Weber called me. Told me about this little tasty special feature of yours. Laura called me. God know who else will call me. But I had no network all day. Just like the rest of town, I assume."

    He took something heavy out of the cupboard and finally turned with a car battery in his hands. "And you," he carried the heavy battery over, "cannot take me too her. She avoids me. I admit, for good reasons. But she is here. Trust me, she is here." He put it down right in front of Markus and smiled. "I know her very, very well. Been in love with her. Slept with her. She cheated on her lover-boy with me actually. And I have seen her die. You really learn a lot about people when you watch them die. I learned a lot about you. You know Markus. On some subconscious level I believe you wanted me to get you. You knew I was not who I seemed to be, right? Janice had no idea. When I shot of her face there was only surprise. But you? You weren´t surprised. Subconscious. It´s a shame, is it? But now you know. Where Ali is, where Janice went through and before this is over, you will see Laura die. Again." He looked at Markus. "Why do you think Weber did this to you? He obviously knew who I am."

    "Maybe this is about the Change, you know? Everything changes. Maybe you are meant to suffer here for a higher reason, hm?" Thomas felt good. He got talky and he knew it was the enthusiasm of the call. Laura would come here. She was meant to. She had to.

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  4. HanSolo29

    HanSolo29 RPF/SWC/Fan Art Manager & Bill Pullman Connoisseur star 7 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Apr 13, 2001
    IC: Jonathan Garret
    The House, Washington DC, Evening

    Much like the building across the street, the interior of the house looked as if someone had been there before and had totally ransacked the place in their quest to find answers. Then again, that didn't give them much to go on considering this was one of the worst neighborhoods in the city. Domestic break-ins and robberies were actually quite common out here and no matter what the force tried to do to try and crack down on the problem, it only ever seemed to get worse. They were just damn lucky Jon wasn't in charge of this sector of the city. He would have gutted everything and started from scratch to ensure things were done right. Maybe that was another reason why he was never popular back home - always trying to tweak the system.

    Frowning at the mess strewn about, Jon stepped forward and paused upon seeing a single portrait hanging on the wall before him. It was a fairly flattering depiction of the young woman they had chased into this very building only mere minutes ago. There was no doubt now, this was the young woman's home and judging by that portrait alone, seemed pretty stuck on herself as well. This wasn't going to be as easy as he initially thought.

    And almost on cue, the woman revealed herself...

    ?Where is she?? she demanded from a secure position beneath the stairs. Jon turned slowly to face the sound of her voice and immediately took notice of the shotgun visible within her grip. It wasn't pointed at anyone in particular for the time being, but that could change very quickly. She was scared, which meant she probably had a loose trigger finger. At least it was good to know Malone had his back in this...just in case.

    "It's alright," he called back to her, bringing his gun hand around and raising it into the air to show that he intended her no harm. "We're not going to hurt you. How about putting the gun down so we can talk, okay?" At the moment, he just wanted to get her to calm down, but at the back of his mind, he took note of what she had actually said. Was she looking for the same child? He didn't like where this was going...

    ?Where did you people take her?? she shouted again, her position still unwavering.

    So, it was true then. He had no other choice but to assume that she was looking for the same girl. With that realization, Jon started to feel sick to his stomach. "I don't know what you're talking about," he started slowly. "We didn't take her - we came here to ensure the girl's safety. In that way, I hope we're on the same side. I take it you know her? What happened here exactly? Who took her?"

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  5. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    Chapter 5: Sinners

    Tarpenbekstraße 55, Flat

    "Father isn´t here."

    The voice was cutting through the silence of the city, like a razor through warm butter.

    And the figure was not too far away in the kitchen, where the shadows of the dusk were longest already. Weaing a hood of an all too familiar hooded sweater she stood there. Lean, not especially tall, but with a raidance of anger and violence all about her. From her trousers there was blood dripling to the floor. He hands were pushed into her pockets. And the voice sounded inhumanly sharp. Cold. Angry.

    "Nobody is here anymore. Only me."

    [image=http://www.thebrooknetwork.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/HoodedFigure-e1320933079755-600x276.jpg]

    Tag: SirakRomar




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  6. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Markus J. F. Christianson
    Hamburg, Cellar

    Taking the words of Thomas at face value wasn?t too hard to do at the moment, and it actually gave him more ammunition with Sebastian. He had let his daughter die just as he had in a way, which actually made them more alike than either of them would appreciate he would wager. That is if he took what Weber said about time travel as factual then it currently was that Laura was going to die, as the past was her future yet, just as for the her that died this was all already her past that was yet playing out for those whose futures did not lie in the past.

    ?Fascinating.? He abstractly spoke as those wheels within his own head turned. Being a witness here he guessed did have a couple of advantages in putting together the current puzzle of reality. That still left the fact that he felt that he had verily drained Thomas of what knowledge he had to share by now.

    ?Actually your right, someone with authority for the moment did ordain this torture for me. I deserve it since I didn?t save my daughter and kill you when I had the chance, at least to suffer as she did, as those that have come after have in a way. Thank you. I think I begin to understand.? Whether or not Falk actually has the guts and self control to let himself feel it to know how he had failed his own daughter was a question he let himself sequester for later. Smiling he looked at Thomas, open and honest.

    He had often taken care of the fact that all are meant to only die once, and with the burden levied of having lost count of how many times he had done so in the past twenty-four hours he figured there would be a price to pay. So far that price was a headache and a lack of asperin or coffee.

    ?But your experimenting by now I wager. I could give you a few tips if you like, I didn?t attend Medical school for nothing it appears.? He offered with a shrug as he looked at Thomas straight in the eyes. Behind his back his hands got a better grip of the pipe he was handcuffed to.

    TAG: LordTroepfchen, Fin
     
  7. SirakRomar

    SirakRomar Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 30, 2007
    Laura Blohm
    Tarpenbekstraße 55, Hamburg

    Africa.

    Heartland.


    The brain is a strange thing. Assossiation is byond any control and chains of understanding and perception can trigger whole chain reactions in the Empire of the Mind.

    The Empire of the Mind, where did Laura hear that?

    Das Imperium des Geistes.

    Her lips began to whisper all by herself the words that echoed in her mind, spoken by her father. Somewhere else, not too long ago.

    "Mein Pathos brächte dich gewiß zum lachen,
    Hättst du dir nicht das Lachen abgewöhnt.
    Von Sonn? und Welten weiß ich nichts zu sagen,
    Ich sehe nur wie sich die Menschen plagen.

    Der kleine Gott der Welt bleibt stets von gleichem Schlag,
    Und ist so wunderlich als wie am ersten Tag."

    Der kleine Gott. The little God.

    "I know who you are." Laura said to the hooded figure and could not help but laugh. Crawling forward to her, she finally returned to her senses and looked around. How had she come here? Had she not been in the dark, deep down cave?

    "Who did this?" She asked and turned her head towards her new companion. "You know who, do you?"

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  8. LordTroepfchen

    LordTroepfchen Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 9, 2007
    Thomas Schröder
    Cellar

    "Oh thank you, how very nice of you. I actually had a few of those myself and you know what? Forget all about it. It really is practice. What makes you good in it." He attached the starter cables to the battery and cowered before Markus. "So one question remains to be answerred between us, right? How did you become like that? How did you become immortal?"

    Thomas had to laugh. "It really wasn´t so much of a bvlessing, as it? Leave you with me and an endless reservoir of suffering to experience."

    Tag: Mitth
     
  9. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 10 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Nov 15, 2004
    IC: Lilith
    Hospital Ward, Mildly in Trouble

    It was with a jolt that Lilith heard Carl's voice, and turned to the camera. It was impossible for him to be there, and here. Her mind clogged in trepidation, and she searched for answers. A recording? No, he had responded to her comment...

    ... son. Lilith cringed. "You told him where I was?" She didn't have time to think, to ask, to check,to clarify about her son. But she had to try for the rest. Self-sacrifice was not in her nature, and the End of Time was bringing it out of her. Lilith settled herself, and turned to face the screen, angling herself so she could see it and the camera would see her. Obvious, in hindsight. Damnably obvious. Her familiar hissed, silently, around her waist, and she raised her arm in a practised manner towards the screen, the reptile slithering to position itself according to the signal, a nonchalant gesture inviting him to continue.

    Her tone was anything but nonchalant.

    "Then talk, Carl. You've obviously been looking forward to this." Her tone grated, and she cast out her senses, underused as they were. To think she'd gone millennia only encountering a pair of immortals, and here she was encountering them all. "While you're at it, you could always gloat and reveal those names I asked for." She smiled, coyly. "After all, I'm going to be dead soon enough, and this Change of yours will have done it."


    Bury her fear, and refashion it into a noose.

    She could do this.

    She had to.

    And hope that Rufus distract the impending danger long enough for her to get the information they so desperately needed and allow her to flee. Distract with his life, if need be.[/blockquote]

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  10. Winged_Jedi

    Winged_Jedi Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Feb 28, 2003

    Rudyard Vane-Tempest
    Private Room, New Rose Hotel, Tokyo

    "I kinda shot her, but that´s okay. She is one of those . . . things, I guess." Rufus shook his head. "You know what the funny thing is? I think I love her."

    Rudyard's smile twitched at the corners. He was suddenly reminded that he did not know this man, not at all. But he had to maintain a facade of composure and amicability, for the time being at least.

    "An unusual relationship," he said diplomatically. "But as Oscar Wilde put it, each man kills the thing he loves."

    Rufus dipped his hand into the black bag, and withdrew it holding a bottle of alcohol.

    "You are not one of those Brits who hate Single Malt, because it comes from Scotland, are you?"

    "My grandfather was from Scotland," replied Rudyard, fetching a couple of glass tumblers from the minibar. "Britain is a union, after all."

    He felt a pang of patriotic pride at that. It was a strange sentiment in a time when nations no longer mattered. How odd that he could sit in a Japanese hotel room with an American private detective, trying to unlock secrets authored by a German student while being chased by creatures who didn't seem human at all, and yet he still felt decidedly British. Old loyalties died hard.

    "An interesting day," he commented as Rufus poured out the malt. "A gunfight for breakfast, followed by whisky and cigarettes for lunch. My sons used to tell their friends that I was a real life James Bond...I suppose all I need now is a beautiful woman for supper."

    He raised the glass for a toast.

    "To times unchanged," he said.

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  11. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Markus J. F. Christianson
    Hamburg, Cellar

    What makes me good at it? ?I?m a computer specialist. In the slow times I have to aid in the filings? of field officers. I have read many interrogation, torture, and dramatic assassination techniques practiced both for and against the crown.? Was his simple reply without repeating himself about his medical training.

    ?It might not be a blessing, but it might not be curse either.? He smiled back at Thomas? laughter. ?Apparently I gained the attention of Laura?s father in making it possible for him to save her life. You want to really know the secret though, just tell me which you aim for. Death or pain??

    TAG: LordTroepfchen, Fin
     
  12. LordTroepfchen

    LordTroepfchen Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 9, 2007
    ooc: Input by Fin

    Thomas Schröder
    Cellar

    He was certainly grateful for the last thing. Did Laura´s father actually wanted him to do this? Maybe. After all, he abandoned her obviously. Somewhere in the future she would be all alone.

    "Death, by any means death. I see why you got me wrong, but I am totally uninterested in torture. It´s only the killing that gets me going." He dropped the starter cables once more and took out his gun. "If I were to torture you, I wouldn´t use anything but fire. For an immortal it would certainly be the worst. But I would hate to miss the point where you go out, you see?"

    His head snapped around so painfully it hurt. Had this been a sound from above? Or was he making this up? Turning his head to the cellars door he concentrated, but kept Markus amused meanwhile. "So how did you become like this? Undying?"

    Tag: Mitth, Fin?
     
  13. Sinrebirth

    Sinrebirth Mod-Emperor of the EUC, Lit, RPF and SWC star 10 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Nov 15, 2004
    Combined with the hallowed LordT!

    IC: Lilith
    Disbelief

    "Then talk, Carl. You've obviously been looking forward to this."

    Carl leaned back wherever he was and there seemed to be a hint of regret in his face. ?I obviously did. Not you misread my intentions. Of course you do. Considering how I presented myself so long ago to you. You must consider me to be a monster. A beast. Our experiences define our view on the world, I guess. We are very similar to humans in that.?

    "While you're at it, you could always gloat and reveal those names I asked for."

    Carl leaned forward again, close to the camera. At her side it looked like the comatose twin of her partner was turning his head.

    She smiled, coyly. "After all, I'm going to be dead soon enough, and this Change of yours will have done it."

    ?Names. You know how much of a pain your obsession with names was, Lilith? Are you even aware you infected all of humanity with this idea, up to a degree where the Jewish scolars even believed that naming their imaginary angel friends would give them power over them? I really tried to purge this idea from them, but it only convinced them more it had to be true. You were probably more convincing than I was, right? Maybe that is because you are still sort of a human.? Carl would have loved to explain more, that was obvious, but he stopped as his mouth opened and sighed. ?I had hoped one day we could meet. But I hoped that we could talk for decades or at least a few years. I wanted to explain it all to you, you know? Of all humans you would probably been able to understand. How wrong you got certain things and how absolutely right you had others. Now our meeting . . . and I assume ti will be our only one . . . has to be shortened to these few fleeting moments.? Karl closed his eyes and as they snapped open again his smile was full of pain. It became obvious he was about to ?drop the bomb? as humans called it.

    ?I have no hand in this Change. I fall victim to it even more so than any of you. And the worst, I know not even Milton Priest and Tony, that´s what my two brothers call themselves these days, have a hand in it. It also isn´t your doing or the one of your son. It is then end of this world, Lilith and it will wipe us all out like any other creature.? Karl´s smile vanished. He obviously waited for Lilith to reach the necessary conclusion he had expected her to come to. It left God himself as the last remaining suspect.

    Lilith blinked at him. Even as part of her subconscious filed away the names, even as part of her came to the inextricable answer, she was having trouble adjusting to how... friendly the man was. But that didn't matter. The overwhelming surge of information was incredible. Lilith lowered her hand, her familiar withdrawing up the sleeve as she rested her hand within hers, eyes wide and expression startled.

    "You're lying. There is simply no way He would undo us all. He promised he wouldn't, that's what the old stories said. He wanted us to learn, even the Old Ones, and to triumph... I would much prefer that you were lying than believe that He would have done this to us." There was no anger in her tone, just pleading. Her posture slumped, as she leaned towards the screen and keenly sought the truth from the face she now saw. "Carl, it has to be Milton and Tony doing it, if you're not. It has to be."

    Carl gave her a dry smile. The line of thoughts was so familiar to him. He forced her through this past month within minutes, basically. But the worst was yet to come.

    "They don´t have the power. Not to challenge creation itself, maybe not even God had it once he established the rules. I believe he submitted even himself to them. But you are right, he wanted you to succeed. To learn and blossom. So did I, you know? My methods might have seemed to be cruel sometimes, but ever since the mistake I did with you, I tried to help humanity ascend to a higher level of understanding. Regrettably my two brothers, especially one of them, did not agree. He
     
  14. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    End of Chapter 1: An American Nightmare


    Soundtrack - Something Dark is coming


    The House, Afternoon

    The girl turned her head just the second Shep was about to touch her shoulder. And it was as if he had always known she had no mouth. In a strange way, this woman seemed strangely familiar.

    [image=http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/137/6/2/more_than_words_by_bittersweetvenom-d3gjzz8.jpg]

    ?Dammit, what did they do to her!? Jenkins cursed and stepped back. ?I´ll report we got her and she needs an ambulance.? He hissed and stepped out of the room, leaving Shep alone with the girl with no mouth who stared at him, as if she pleaded for help. Help with what? Impossible to say. The space above her chin looked as if she had been born without a mouth.

    Tag: CPL



    The other House, Evening

    For a second there was silence, then a young girl retreated from under the stairs. She held an old revolver, which looked barely usable, but she did not point it at any of the cops. ?Calm, young lady. Drop the gun.? Malone said and raised his gun into her direction, without aiming at her.

    ?You are cops, right? You work for the President! The soldiers took her. And the man in the suit who killed everybody! They worked for the President, too!? It was now the President, not the Government anymore. People began to concentrate their hate for the Boston nuke on the President alone.

    ?Dammit, we´re too late.? Malone only replied and sighed.

    Tag: HS29


    The Suite

    Milton Prest lived in style, there was little doubt about it. How a lawyer, no matter how sophisticated his clients were, could afford such a flat was a mystery. But Milton Prest was probably anything but an ordinary lawyer.

    [image=http://www.idnews.co.uk/files/image/article/full_945.jpg]

    ?Jack, come on in and sit down. Can I offer you something? A drink? Coffee?? Milton had no personal. He obviously preferred to be alone, whenever he had no need for company. So this was a rare audience.

    His smile was charming, his gestures full of confidence and youth. Yet the thirty something man called Milton Prest had the authority of a man ruling a world. Something altogether unnatural for a simple service provider like a lawyer.
    ?Jack, how are you? The whole end of the world thing must be getting to you. Have you visited your daughter lately? Can I do anything for you or her??
    Milton sat down in front of his three plasma screen showing news of the Boston nuke, the earthquake in California, the war in the near east and a remastered version of Casablanca.

    Tag: Spycoder
     
  15. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    Chapter 2: Nietzsche was right


    The Motel

    The reception was empty, except a sleeping Japanese youth, who had obviously fallen asleep over his studies for university. His head lay on a version of the Demeds and he did not see Ghost enter.
    Neither did he see the men who followed her only two minutes later.

    Tag: LordT (arrive whenever you feel like it)



    The Hospital

    ?Sorry Sir, can I help you?? Doctor Nakamura had just spoken to the girl that had woken up, so Nurse Natumi was the only person to expect the visitor. A young Asian man with strangely old eyes.
    Not far behind her was the beautiful woman speaking to a computer. Desperation was written all over her face. ?Are you another visitor for Mr. Weber??

    Tag: LordT


    The Warehouse


    Beckfris had gotten angry after ?Adam? had called. The arrogance with which this creature treated him was unacceptable. Especially since his partner had absolutely failed to keep his part of the bargain. Now his mind was racing. Ideas. Many ideas were considered and abandoned again. After all he was a certified genius.
    ?Sato.? He asked for his newest and frightening competent new henchman. A shame he had to be the next expandable piece in this game. ?SATO!? The Japanese appeared with a raised brow. ?Beckfris-san?? He asked with a certain mockery around his lips.
    ?Call back the dogs. I had a change of plans. I need a car. I need the planes ready. And I need you to find a good man, who is expandable. Someone we can rely on to follow orders.?
    Sato nodded. ?I have plenty of those.?
    Beckfris went over to the table where his materials and the black threatening suitcase was positioned. Except his chair it was the only furniture in the giant warehouse. ?Good.? Beckfris answered. He took the black suitcase in which he had embedded the machine now and tried to lift it. ?Get me the strongest one. It is pretty heavy for a suitcase.?
    Sato nodded once more. ?You want to take it with you?? He said and there was relief in his voice.
    Beckfris looked up and laughed. ?No, actually I thought I leave it here. In Tokyo.?

    Tag: Nobody

     
  16. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    Chapter 3: The Shadow of the Lord

    The bodies were found the next day. A nun and a former war criminal, as it turned out. He had obviously shot her, that was at least what evidence pointed to. The reasons were confusing, but the police settled with the idea they had a relationship and she wanted to break up. There was the fleeting idea there could be a relation to the hospital shooting, but both had their nights of. All paperwork showed that clearly.
    Then again some suspected Ando might have gone on a killing spree ending with his Mary, his girlfriend. Especially the young female Inspector Francesca di Genaro was following the theory. She never got far, as the next morning brought the vanishing to Roma and she was among the first 5.000 victims to disappear into nothingness.

    The killer of both was already on his way by that time and far away from Rome, when the Change arrived.

    Fra´Michael was heading for the African coast by boat, where he would meet his fellow brother in Somalia to begin his long journey to Ethopia. He had covered it all up and left town before the wrath of God hit it. Now he needed to see his father for absolution. And then he would go to Heartland. Where a new city had to be build. A second Jerusalem.

    Tag: spy, MoK (for reading what happened with you storyline)






    [hl=black][color=purple][b]Chapter 5: Sinners[/b][/color][/hl]

    [i]The Cellar[/i]

    And there were steps above. Or at least one or two. As if someone tried to be silent, but the old wood on the floor did not allow it. Heavy boots probably and heavy persons. Probably, most likely because they were wearing a lot of equipment.

    [b]Tag: LordTroepfchen, Mitth[/b]





    [i]The Flat in Tarpenbekstraße[/i]

    ?Yes, I do. I was his first victim.? The hooded shade of a girl replied and took the phone from the working-space in the kitchen. She slowly typed in a number, her hands gloved and trembling.

    Finally she pressed the mute channel and then the speaker and lay it next to her.

    "Impressive. Obviously everybody can turn the phone network on and off as he wishes, except me, right? Fells like I haven´t paid my bills. Can still get calls, but not make any."
    It was Thomas voice laughing at Laura now.
    "Nothing? Just slience?" He asked and there was the noise of him playing with some sort of mechanism to close to the phone.

    "Oh, shall I guess who this is? Have you already found Robert? Looks like he had not vanished after all, hm? I hope you could still recognize him. I am sure you identified Hoshi, right? Laura? Laura, I know it is you. I know it is you, honey. And I think this is the moment where you realize what you have done by NOT LISTENING, right?" It sounded as if he was drinking. No matter what Laura would say, he would not hear her. But that did not keep him from talking.
    "It get´s better, my dear. Alicia? Dear, little Alicia? Oh we had fun. Oh, she was really so . . . " He drank again, obviously. The sound of swallowing could be heard. "So sweet. It almost seemed to be some sort of begging, to take that beauty away. You know? This innocence?" Again a small break, only seconds. He inhaled.

    "But I am not yet done. Remember Markus, my dear? Markus is here with me and we two are having an amazing time. That guy is really good as a workout, you know? Funny thing, just as you call me, I am having a break." The voice became more and more anxious. He slipped to German, without recognizing probably. "Was? Nichts zu sagen? Oder ist Englisch dir entfallen? Soviele brits hier, ich habs mir fast angewöhnt." He laughed out. The hooded shade took the phone slowly up, looking at Laura. "Weinst du? Oh, Laura. Laura, Laura, Laura."

    The shade held the phone right at Laura nad slowly began to come closer. Thomas kept on talking. "Hör mir zu, ich werde nicht aufhören. Ich werde nie aufhören. Es sei denn, du bringst mich dazu. Es sei denn, du bringst mich dazu, Laura. Hm? Nicht? Keine Antwort? Hey, redest du etwa nichtmehr mit mir? SIND WIR KEINE FREUNDE MEHR?" The hooded shade now took the phone and held it
     
  17. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

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    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Markus J. F. Christianson
    Hamburg, Cellar

    ?Too bad, you thrill in ease of life.? Then it came a noise from above and he smiled as though a father might a pitied child about to be punished. ?But, ?We must all die. But that I can save (a person) from days of torture, that is what I feel as my great and ever new privilege. Pain is a more terrible lord of mankind than even death himself.? Though you enjoy the viewing of his handiwork, I wonder if you have spent your allotted calls before deaths visit, on me?? the quote was of Albert Schweitzer.

    For some reason it came to mind and he shared it here in their now. Though Schweitzer he doubted had ever intended his words for such a meaning as he used them now he enjoyed the possible irony of his unwanted keeper in what was to unfold. As the creaking of the boards sounded above, the weight of the new comer or comers being born out, he wonder what might yet come. Who was sent now to disturb them? Glancing down at the battery his mind decided on an action, if the door opened he would try to kick it to distract Thomas, maybe even hit the man with it if he could direct it, that whomever came would be able to get the drop on the both of them.

    After all it was time to make new friends, ones that would allow him to deliver his message, and ones that were better entertainers then this. . .psychopath. He might not believe in either power making plays of and with his life, this was now something that he would have to see unto the end. If merely for curiosity instead of belief.

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  18. LordTroepfchen

    LordTroepfchen Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 9, 2007
    Thomas Schröder
    The Cellar, Hamburg

    "Albert Schweizer?" Thomas laughed. "Well, I do not believe in these Gutmenschen, you know? I am more a Nietzsche kind of person. And Nietzsche would have told you, you are privileged where you are. You know what he thought life was about? `To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.´So I think with all this noble attitude and goals you seem to have, you totally found a meaning in it, did you? congrats. Really."

    And he put the gun to Markus hit and pulled the trigger twice. The echo of the shot was deafening in the cellar, but he bared recognized the pain in his ears.

    Markus had obviously gone mad. Laura´s father was here? How and where should old Mr. Falk come from? He knew that story about Mr. Falk and his daughter. Personally? 50/50 chance it was made up to deal with the situation of a suicidal mother by sweet Laura. He knew it all to well. Playing the card of the understanding friend had been half the rent with Laura. Yet, the man was immortal and that was something Thomas needed to deal with now. Too much information he had given them and whoever was up there should better not know too much. Being underestimated was part of the strategy he had made so very successful, right?

    Taking out the gun he turned to the door and held it towards the door. If someone opened it he would stare into the dark and be greeted by bullets. But nobody would come down, obviously. Why should anyone? He was trapped like a rat. But like a rat he knew he still could escape. A rat could get out anywhere, where it could push it´s head through.

    "Sorry, but your brain is pretty damamged as far as I can say. This is therefore only painful. But probably that electrocuting therapy actually works?" Thomas laughed and attached the car battery to the man´s ears. Once he woke up he would not be able to tell anything, no matter if he regenerated, this would do.

    As the second started was attached to the head he leaped back. And found it not working. No spasms or screams. Instead the wound on his head was already closing. Checking the battery again he found it was fully operational, at least according to the ancient display that was covered with dust. Steps, the steps above again. He had to move and he had to move now.

    Like a rat he took cover where he was hardest to find. In the dark.

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  19. spycoder9

    spycoder9 Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 23, 2008
    Jack Bassett
    Washington D.C.


    The sun bared down on Jack?s already burnt neck and back as he climbed out of the limousine. He looked up, absorbing the magnificent apartment building that he lived in. After bidding the driver good-bye, he crumbled up the coffee cup in his hand. Some kind of mocha thing from McDonalds. Cheap, in both price and taste. After chunking it in the garbage can outside the building, he made his way to his suite. Knocking on the door for only a second, Jack watched as a rare glimpse at the inside of Milton Prest?s apartment was allowed to his eyes. Prest himself had a charming grin on his mildly handsome face, beckoning him inside.

    ?Jack, come on in and sit down. Can I offer you something? A drink? Coffee?? Prest asked him as he closed the door behind Jack. The suite was a masterpiece. Something out of his dreams. Jack looked around for second, trying to absorb everything. Finally he turned back to Prest.

    ?No thanks, Mr. Prest. Stopped along the way to get a drink. Never buy a McDonalds mocha. Cheap as crap, to tell you the truth, sir.?

    ?Jack, how are you? The whole end of the world thing must be getting to you. Have you visited your daughter lately? Can I do anything for you or her?? Jack followed Milton, who sat down on the couch. Plasma screen televisions ran continuous coverage of the nation?s tragedies. Jack looked at the Boston one in particular. A dear friend from the CIA had lived there. Just another death in times like these. He then noticed the one reporting on California. He put a hand to his mouth in horror. Because of his busyness in the past twenty-four hours, he had neglected to check the news.

    As the land slid away, the beautiful beaches forever tarnished with the sleek buildings, Jack could just hear the screams of the people. As they slid away.

    He had let Katherine slide away.

    He had let her slide right out of his hands.

    ?Hallie?s doing well. Or so I assume. She?s tried reaching me a lot, but. . .I haven?t had the time to talk.? Jack wrenched his eyes from the television screens. ?Thanks for the limo, by the way. It was luxury I won't forget.? Of course Milton would know Jack liked to ride in style. If he had won that Presidential race all those years ago, he might actually own one.

    ?What is it exactly that you need of me?? Jack finally asked. ?Does it have to do with the riots downtown??



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  20. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Markus J. F. Christianson
    Hamburg, Cellar

    The man recognized the quote, he was impressed. Apparently despite the Change he had lucked into a higher class socio-path. Imagine his delight in knowing his daughters killer knew who A. Schweizer was and could recognize when his words were used. Unfortunately the individuals above were not fast, and Thomas had a thing for Nietzsche.

    Well he knew a quote of his own, ?Nie?? well that was as far as he got in that line as the gun shoved into his face fired. Once more the world was suddenly mute. All was dark and dreary, not even the scent of his own scattered remains bothered his nostrils now as he slumbered in his regeneration. Waiting for the chance to finish his rebuttal to the psycho?s claims.

    As consciousness once more came his eyes fluttered open onto darkness, and once more his own rotting flesh assaulted his nose. Thomas was no where in sight, and he doubted the individual above had yet to do deal with him. ?Nietzche also says: ?Objection, evasion, distrust, and irony are signs of health. Everything absolute belongs to pathology.? You my chap.? He said as he turned his head this way and that to look for Thomas, feeling the clamps pull and tear at his ears, ?Are an absolute.?

    Why were there clamps on his ears? Oh yes, the battery. Funny, he didn?t think that that would kill him enough to stay unconscious for any length of time. Although theory and practice were different things. ?Oh, bother.? He muttered to himself as he felt an earlobe tear and grow back again. To call it an odd sensation would belie the pain that was accompanied in that sensitive portion of the head.

    So, he remained propped against the pipe he was handcuffed to, casting about mentally at straws of possibilities, as the darkness and his own putridity confounded his senses.

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  21. SirakRomar

    SirakRomar Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 30, 2007
    Laura Blohm
    Flat in Eppendorf, Tarpenbekstreet


    ?Nein, NEIN!? Dead? They were all dead? It could not be. It could not! She had been shot, she remembered it, but Ali had been with the police! They would surely have protected her. And Hoshi? Poor Hoshi who always had a crush on her? Robert? All of them dead?

    She heard Thomas voice and she did not recognize it. Her mind registered it was Thomas. Thomas Schröder. DJ Dexter. The young, handsome guy she had fallen for, despite loving her boyfriend. It was her Thomas. Tommy. But her soul seemed to be repulsive of that knowledge. No, this was someone else. The voice, the words, the spitting way with which he put them out all seemed to be a monstrous, perverted version of Thomas. A monster in his shape that was on that other line. Or was it him? Was it really, really him? Could he have killed so many? Killed and killed people with nobody stopping him?

    Suddenly Laura realized that to stop him . . .

    She looked at the shade and felt the pain as her eyes seemed to widen in realization without her controlling it. She stepped to the window and opened it. Pushing everything aside, so she had a free look at Hamburg. Peaceful Eppendorf, with it´s cosmopolitan combination of shops combined with the small town charme outer Hamburg had. And far away the harbor and the inner city. Downtown, barely visible at this distance. Laura gasped and stepped back.

    Empty. Nobody was there anymore.

    The riots. The cops. The millions of people living here. All gone.

    ?No, no, no.?

    Not here, not now. She collapsed trying to grab the table for balance. Her hand missed it and she felt the blood covered floor under her knees. It was like glue, as the blood tried.



    She thinks light and light is what comes to her.

    Darkness, sweet darkness go away.

    She remembers the line and the music begins to play.

    It seemed all so strangely familiar.

    ?Where am I?? Laura asks and she knows her father is nearby. ?Home.? He answers and the house seems to appear all around them, building itself atom by atom from the nothingness around them.

    ?There is not nothingness, my dear. Even the void contains something.? Her fathers voice is warm and nice, but it has this threatening tone underneath. This angry accusation that you will fail to understand his thoughts anyway. ?And what would that be??

    Her father smiles. She sees him now. No hair, no colour, no warmth or humor in his face. His smile is chilling. Terrifying.

    ?Potential. Like you, the void has endless potential.?

    [hr]
    ?Wo bin ich?? Laura asks and knows the answer. She is in hell.

    ?Hamburg.? The shade answers with her female voice. Thomas´ Hamburg.

    Laura shakes her had and lowers her body in the kneeling position until her face touches the gluey bloody ground. ?Whose blood is it?? She asks, as she feels something familiar in it. Opening her eyes she turns up. It wasn´t here for long. Everywhere is dried blood, but this one is new. She looks around. A plastic bag for trash is nearby. It is full of dark blood. Just like the one on the floor. And then the lood begins to move. Maybe it did all along, but she did not realize it. Tit floor towards the shade right in front of her.

    ?Whose blood. Is this?? Laura asks again and slowly reaches out with her hands to remove the shades hood.

    ?Ours.? Is the answer, as the shade reveals her face. Familiar and yet so changed, the eyes stare back at Laura.

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    [hr]

    ?Where am I?? she asks again and there is only darkness. She feels no pain, but wasn´t she shot? She also does not fee alive. Maybe it is the absence of pain. No, iti s the absence of her body. A realization that doesn´t come easy. ?WHERE AM I??

    And again there is light. Light. Light.

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    A cave. A strange cave.

    Her father is her. Has to be here. She feels it. Somehow this is where they belong.

    ?What is th
     
  22. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    The above post by Sirak was a combined.


    Chapter Five: Sinners

    Cellar

    The door slammed open and the light blinded Markus for a moment. Then the heavy boots made their way down.

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    "Yksi selviytyä!" The first man to enter yelled and changed from the SMG to his pistol. "Markus Christianson?" He asked with a very strange accent. Not eastern european, not German either. "Are you Markus Christianson from ESTI?" Another two entered the cellar. Their guns pointed at the blood smeared, cuffed Markus. The way the moved, secured the area and then concentrated on their victim, shielding it against any outside attempt to reach it was probably not unfamiliar to Markus.

    They moved like Agents of ESTI. As if they had hte same training, yet they were wearing no labels. No labels at all.

    Tag: Mitth, LordT see PM



    Tarpenbekstraße


    The other Laura laughed with her. She laughed and it sounded like the gates to hell opened to release such an inhuman laughter.

    Then she suddenly fell silent. She looked up, turned and hurried away, leaving Laura alone there on the floor. Vanishing into Laura´s room, or what had once been her room it was almost surreal. Only bloody footsteps told Laura the other version of herself had ever been there. Then there were steps. Someone was coming up the stairs. Silently, but the gnawing of old wood betrayed his presence.

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    [i]Penthouse of Milton Prest[/i]

    Milton only nodded as the man thanked. The car had been the least of his ways to repay his ally for his serivce.

    "Yes, you could say it has to do with the riots. In a way. I need you to talk to someone. A Colonel with a problem with the recent hcain of authority. You know the President is not in the shape to talk, but he was clear that he needs certain things to be done and now I am a little desperate about the lack of cooperation the army gives me. But that Colonel? He might think otherwise. You know a friend from the CIA gave me those. Covered up and locked away. But I think those pictures could end the man´s career rather quickly." Milton pushed over an envelope in which without a doubt some sort of compromising pictures would be.

    "I need to know if any of his men have found Object Alpha. That is all I need to know. If they have, call me immediately." Milton smiled. "Can you help me? Your natural authority might just be enough to give those pictures the right urgency and make things . . . run smoothly. My driver brings you the HQ of this Colonel, of course."

    [b]Tag: Spy[/b]



     
  23. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005
    IC: Markus J. F. Christianson
    Hamburg, Cellar

    The men that came in used a standard sweep, something you see plenty of times while going over op footage. Only difference was, this one did not come with computer generated subtitles and he was being constantly assaulted by their flashlights. Then the lead spoke English merely his name.

    Still he looked at them as one might a confusing blue screen on a computer, at first he thought they might be ESTI, but it didn?t fit. It didn?t fit at all, if simply for a few key facts. One, they didn?t speak with the primary accents that influenced the agents of ESTI that he had dealt with only yesterday. Really? Only one day? Okay maybe two with his blanks caused by repeat deaths.

    Second and more important, was that their uniforms lacked the insignia to indicate ESTI, in fact they had no labels at all. Looking down at a heart, he pointed with his chin, ?There is Markus, well a part of him. I am Jethro, well you rescue me from Thomas?! The man?s a madman, he made me watch and he was starting on me when you interrupted, please get me out of here! He's still here! I think he's still here!? Just because he didn?t like Nietzsche didn?t mean he couldn?t appreciate a part of the words he had just used. Besides, even David and several old testament believers gone by assumed identities during war. Plus, that really was his name, a middle one. And he was fairly certain that was his own organ he had indicated.

    Staring at them with trembling lips he waited to see how these men reacted and what they would do. After all there was the saying, better the devil you knew then the one you did not. Thomas, well he knew him all to well by now.

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  24. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    Cellar

    "Jethro." The leader of them was obviously the one lowering his gone first. He pressed his earplug to his ear and seemed to talk to someone. One of the man kepft his gun pointed at Jethro and another now attached a silencer to his gun. The men meant business.

    "Samastuminen kielteinen!" The leader said and then nodded, as someone seemed to give him additional information. Then he nodded and his head turned to the man with the silencer. It all seemed so easy, so very antural to him. There was no doubt. No hesitation.

    "Surmata" That was all their leader said and his colleague with the silencer nodded and riased the gun again. Two bullets hit the chest of Marksu and one was put into his head. Again. The head. After the axe and two bullets it would hurt bad when he woke up . . .




    [i]Streets[/i]

    As Markus woke up he lay on the street. Obviously. Someone lay on top of him. Another body, perhaps? Yes. It was another body. A young woman.

    And then the light hit the eyes and the head felt like bursting. Which was kinda irnoic, for it was the first time in hours, maybe days it actually did not burst. It had just reassembled itself. He did not know where he was, or how he got there. The soldiers were nowhere to be seen. But bodies lay around him. a dozen maybe? All with headhshots. The shells nearby indicated recent shooting. They were still warm when touched. Women. An old man. Two teenagers who had held hand as the bullets had hit them. Always three hsots each. Two into the heart and one into the head.

    And no sign of Thomas. Or Laura. Or anybody. Or anything. Just an empty Hamburg. If Thomas had survived, he had a good head start.

    Then a telephone rang. Somewhere nearby. It had to be in the pocket of the nearby body of a young woman in Jeans.

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  25. Mitth_Fisto

    Mitth_Fisto Chosen One star 6

    Registered:
    Sep 29, 2005


    IC: Markus J. F. Christianson
    Hamburg, Cellar

    The men seemed to be having a conference over an earpiece, the lead even stopped pointing the weapon at him. Which was overkill to begin with, why point a weapon at someone bloodied, battery clamped, and handcuffed to a pipe? Then again there was that whole Change happening so who knew what new strangeness had cropped up in the universe.

    Oh, what he wouldn?t give for an iPhone with a descent translation app. Why couldn?t these people stick to a proper language like English that he understood? Keeping a weak upper lip he watched as the third attached a silencer to his weapon. ?No. No. No. Noo-?

    And it was over as his breath left him with another confounded word as two bullets ripped into his chest, and then before the darkness claimed him again another entered his head. Why the face? Was his last wondering before darkness once more claimed him.




    [i]Streets[/i]

    As he noted the body atop of him he groaned at the pain and then as the shifting brought the sun into view he gasp in silent scream of pain. The fact that the body was a woman?s and not Thomas barely registered as he feebly kicked the air to at least give some venting to his splitting headache. He imagined this was what a migraine with a hangover during an orchestral performance from the venue of sitting next to the percussionist felt like. That or trying to head butt Data into submission for a couple hours.

    Looking around him as it became a touch more manageable to look through the pain he noted the bodies. There wasn?t just the one atop him, there were literally about a dozen splayed out here. It was madness, all of it. So many headshots, executions. When did Chinese policy become European policy? Well that was a question for another time when he actually someone who could hear and respond. Oh, nevermind it was merely added after two to the heart. Professionals then, that merely mass executions.

    Must be the handiwork of the three that had walked in on him. This was an odd way to be set free, but as he rubbed his bare wrists he decided he would take it and not look the gift horse in the mouth. Despite the slaughter that the conjoined hands of a young couple displayed a lack of madness, proved it to be that, a slaughter.

    Then the phone rang, well not his phone. That one he figured was bullet riddled beyond use at the moment. Pulling it out of the woman?s jeans, once he figured out that was where it was coming from he stared at for a moment before tapping the button to answer followed by the speaker setting. ?Do you know how much that hurts?? he asked into the phone as he held it away from him as his other hand rubbed his forehead. Unsuccessfully trying to rub away the pain.

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