On forum: 10/28/2009
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Sorry for delay but i have kicked my self every day for not posting a chapter for it would have made ending this so much easier and i would be able to keep my original ending wish i felt better on what i have posted for it probably sucks compared to the time frame to write it though this is i thank the six rendition of the ending and iam going to keep it for sake of getting this story done again sorry for the wait and comments appreciated.|
I awaken abruptly a few hours later by a thunderous boom of thunder rattling the building. I look up and see that the dim lamp in the center of the hall was swaying back and forth from the gust of wind coming through one of the doors that lead outside, as it slams open and shut. I sit up and look into Rat’s cell smiling a little as I see him toss and turn on top of his sheets no doubt afraid of what I had asked him to do a couple hours before. I take my last cigarette from its pack and light it letting its sweetness take me back to a time I was truly happy to my family before all my pain and anger corrupted me. With the smile still on my face I exhale a cloud of grey smoke and take out a pda I had brought to me when I first got here and continue working on my project as I have for the past few weeks.
Couple of hours of typing on the worn pda’s buttons I take the last drag from the cigarette and sigh as I flick it to the floor then putting the worn pda into my torn left pocket of my ragged blood stained cargo pants. I stand up and move to the door as I hear an argument coming from the Boss’s room down the hall. I smile as I hear someone tell Biker to calm down and that he would get pay back sooner than he thanks. I shake my head as I knew he wouldn’t get his if there was a breath left in my lungs and a drop blood pumping in my veins I would kill him. I look into the cell beside me and see a single cigarette laying on the box right beside the bars to my cell. I reach thru the bars take it I look it over as it was very odd for lone cigarette to be there for it had been empty since before my incident in the torcher room.
I smell it and smile as its semi sweet aroma was very familiar to me as its maker though I had not seen in years since I had ran out of it. I called it Black Ice it has an interesting property for causing extreme pain for hours in its victim I have seen it kill someone as well as motivate a man to keep living witch was even odder than the death. Its name came from when its let set for minuet or two it would create little black icicles inside itself. I pick up my wadded up pack of cigarettes off the crate beside me and slide it into it as the low echo of boots coming towards me quickly reaches my ears.
I look to see two men dragging quickly down the hall a relatively young man probably no more than twenty to the cell next to Rat. He had had a few tattoos that looked like they were ether done in prison or by him, one was a bird on his shoulder the other was some wire like marks on his neck. I see that the racket made by the trio had stirred Rat from his bunk.
“What’s going on?” He questions while stretching.
“Looks to like they captured someone.” I say slightly mocking his obvious question.
He looks at me annoyed then gets up and moves to the bars looking down to the man the men had carried who was just lying in the floor.
“He looks ex-military judging by the short cut hair and the cleanliness of his clothes for being in the zone.” He says taking a sip of water from his cup that was resting on the barrel by him.
I look closer and see that he was right he definitely had the look of military about him.
“See if you can wake him I want to talk to him.” I say to Rat.
Rat looks at me doubting as he knew what I was probably going to say to him then tosses his cup of water in to the man’s face. He gasps, as the water was surly ice cold he looks to Rat who was smiling at him.
“What the fuck you do that for?” he half yells at Rat while whipping the water dripping off his face.
Rat simply steps a side and places his cup against one of the bars on the window letting the now pouring rain fill the cellblock with its echoing taping on its thin metal body.
“I told him to what’s your name boy?”
“Private Nikola Ivanov and just who the hell are you?”
I ignore his question “We are planning something and I could use someone who is “experienced” with a weapon. You want in?” He straightens up and looks me in the eyes I see his face react to their coldness, as I knew they showed he looks to the caked on blood that still stained my shirt.
“Yes” he finally answers with a hint of fear.
“Good, my name is I smirk a little as it was one of the few times I have ever had to tell anyone is Death and you have meet Rat.” Rat smiles at him tipping his cup.
He looks at Rat sternly then ask “So what this plan?”
“The plan is for you to help Rat when the time comes now get some rest I expect it to begin soon.” He looks at me questioning as he sees a hint of emotion show in my eyes for a second then fades away as I walk over to my bunk and sit down. As I lay my head against the wall, I close my eyes and see small tidbits of my past all of them cheerful happy a small tear rows out of my eyelid as I hear a quiet whisper in the voice of a goddess say “Soon my child soon.”
fortis cadere, cedere non potest
Rise and Rise again until lambs become lions
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