MedeDust
05-14-2011, 02:51 AM
I had started a story quite a while ago don’t know what happen to it or where its at so I decided to restart it and spice it up a bit and change it dramatically maybe. im sure some of you might remember it here it goes
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Prologue
The shadow of a man tells time if examined correctly. In broad daylight a shadow pointed directly toward the north indicates noon, and well your assumptions of current time may be based off of that theory. On the darkest hour on the streets of New York, the time is compared differently though. A mid-aged lady walks home from her evening shift at a local bar. Now, this one is easy, the first thing to pop into your head is as good as any other guess. She’s walking alone and decides to take a short-cut home, there’s the first common sign. She heads through an alley and the heavy steps of her high heels echo through the dark pathway. She comes to a sudden stop with a slight feeling of confusion, is there somebody following her? Nobody is following her, she’s following death. Her shadow disappears within the darkest part of the alley. The woman never stepped out of the alley again. A common story and fairly easy to investigate. The unexpected is expected, yet the expected is as well. So what makes this any different? its not that its expected or unexpected, its that its not thought out. The woman walked into the backside of her house through the alley that night, the next day she walked out the front door. No surprise at all, the alley was found closed off by the city police, a business man was found dead at dawn, just there, laying, laying in the middle of the alley.
“You took too long”
“It wasn’t the easiest target you’ve gi-“The lady was cut off by a loud knock on the phone booth glass.
A large man with dirty blonde hair stared her down, “Would ‘ya hurry it up, I need that phone. Lets go lady!”
She gave him a loose smile and placed the phone on her ear once again, “When will my ride arrive? I need to get out of this dump” she gave another loose smile at the man.
“Five years.” There was a long pause from the voice on the phone, “Your ride will arrive at noon, ill be expecting you here in London, there’s some, issues, I would like to discuss with you.”
“Issues?”
“Robert called. He said there was an offer on the table we could not refuse.”
“When’s the last time you refused anything from that old snot?” The call was cut off and the lady gave a loud sigh. She grabbed a pair of scissors from her purse and unlinked the phone. She opened the phone booth door and handed the man the phone, “You needed this?” The man glared at her in disbelief.
She took a long walk through the big city taking a final glance at the place. New York became her home so quickly, it was hard to let go but harder to stay. She had made so many friends and yet no enemies, to what I can recall. She walked to her best friend’s bakery to pick up a special loaf of bread she had reserved. “It’s so sad to see you leave, but then again I know how it feels to have a dying parent back home.” Her friend broke into tears and gave her a hug. “I’ll miss you”
“I’ll miss you too Mimi.” she replied, “I’ll make sure to call when I can, good bye.” She gave her one last hug and went on her way.
A taxi cab was waiting for her outside her house packed with her luggage. “I took the liberty of loading your things for you Phoebe.” Her roommate showed her the filled cab. Phoebe made sure everything was in there.
“Thank you so much Riley, I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me. It’s been great living here with you; I’ll be on my way now, good bye.” Phoebe stepped into the cab and placed the loaf of bread into her bag pack.
“Good bye Phoebe, make sure to call.” Her friend held back her tears and just waved.
The car departed and headed downtown. It was a busy afternoon. There was taxis rushing everywhere, the sidewalks were filled with pedestrians. “What’s with the loaf of bread?” I asked.
“It’s the best there is in town.” Phoebe replied. “Ill let you try it later; trust me you’ll fall in love.”
“Yeah I can see that happening.” I gave a sarcastic response.
“Are you still hurting?”
“What ‘you mean?”
“It was so long ago, is it still eating at you?”
“No that’s not it, my brother had every reason to kill her, I was making a mistake.”
“You are hurting.”
“Emma!” I gave a mean glare at her and she shrunk in her seat.
“ok, ok, fine.” She rolled her eyes. “Where do we make the switch?”
“Just up ahead, how much are you taking?” I asked
“Just this bag back, everything else is useless.” She starred at a photograph in her hand.
“What’s that? I asked.
“Nothing.”
I turned the cab into an alley way and parked it next to an open garage door. “Alright take what you need, let’s go the boat is leaving soon.” She grabbed her bag and followed after me. I opened the garage door wider and revealed black Lexus. “That’s our ride to the dock’s’ get in.” We hurried in and drove it out the alley way into the busy street. “Take the detonator it’s under your seat”. Emma grabbed the device and pressed it without hesitation. The loud boom was silenced under the sound of my favorite music by Mozart. Nothing like some relaxing music, in the evening, just sitting back, strolling in an amazing car, through the amazing city of New Jersey. To top it all off, you have one of the hottest assassins in the world, changing, right next to you, as if it were her own bathroom. What a life.
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Ill be putting up CH 1 as soon as possible >=D
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Prologue
The shadow of a man tells time if examined correctly. In broad daylight a shadow pointed directly toward the north indicates noon, and well your assumptions of current time may be based off of that theory. On the darkest hour on the streets of New York, the time is compared differently though. A mid-aged lady walks home from her evening shift at a local bar. Now, this one is easy, the first thing to pop into your head is as good as any other guess. She’s walking alone and decides to take a short-cut home, there’s the first common sign. She heads through an alley and the heavy steps of her high heels echo through the dark pathway. She comes to a sudden stop with a slight feeling of confusion, is there somebody following her? Nobody is following her, she’s following death. Her shadow disappears within the darkest part of the alley. The woman never stepped out of the alley again. A common story and fairly easy to investigate. The unexpected is expected, yet the expected is as well. So what makes this any different? its not that its expected or unexpected, its that its not thought out. The woman walked into the backside of her house through the alley that night, the next day she walked out the front door. No surprise at all, the alley was found closed off by the city police, a business man was found dead at dawn, just there, laying, laying in the middle of the alley.
“You took too long”
“It wasn’t the easiest target you’ve gi-“The lady was cut off by a loud knock on the phone booth glass.
A large man with dirty blonde hair stared her down, “Would ‘ya hurry it up, I need that phone. Lets go lady!”
She gave him a loose smile and placed the phone on her ear once again, “When will my ride arrive? I need to get out of this dump” she gave another loose smile at the man.
“Five years.” There was a long pause from the voice on the phone, “Your ride will arrive at noon, ill be expecting you here in London, there’s some, issues, I would like to discuss with you.”
“Issues?”
“Robert called. He said there was an offer on the table we could not refuse.”
“When’s the last time you refused anything from that old snot?” The call was cut off and the lady gave a loud sigh. She grabbed a pair of scissors from her purse and unlinked the phone. She opened the phone booth door and handed the man the phone, “You needed this?” The man glared at her in disbelief.
She took a long walk through the big city taking a final glance at the place. New York became her home so quickly, it was hard to let go but harder to stay. She had made so many friends and yet no enemies, to what I can recall. She walked to her best friend’s bakery to pick up a special loaf of bread she had reserved. “It’s so sad to see you leave, but then again I know how it feels to have a dying parent back home.” Her friend broke into tears and gave her a hug. “I’ll miss you”
“I’ll miss you too Mimi.” she replied, “I’ll make sure to call when I can, good bye.” She gave her one last hug and went on her way.
A taxi cab was waiting for her outside her house packed with her luggage. “I took the liberty of loading your things for you Phoebe.” Her roommate showed her the filled cab. Phoebe made sure everything was in there.
“Thank you so much Riley, I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me. It’s been great living here with you; I’ll be on my way now, good bye.” Phoebe stepped into the cab and placed the loaf of bread into her bag pack.
“Good bye Phoebe, make sure to call.” Her friend held back her tears and just waved.
The car departed and headed downtown. It was a busy afternoon. There was taxis rushing everywhere, the sidewalks were filled with pedestrians. “What’s with the loaf of bread?” I asked.
“It’s the best there is in town.” Phoebe replied. “Ill let you try it later; trust me you’ll fall in love.”
“Yeah I can see that happening.” I gave a sarcastic response.
“Are you still hurting?”
“What ‘you mean?”
“It was so long ago, is it still eating at you?”
“No that’s not it, my brother had every reason to kill her, I was making a mistake.”
“You are hurting.”
“Emma!” I gave a mean glare at her and she shrunk in her seat.
“ok, ok, fine.” She rolled her eyes. “Where do we make the switch?”
“Just up ahead, how much are you taking?” I asked
“Just this bag back, everything else is useless.” She starred at a photograph in her hand.
“What’s that? I asked.
“Nothing.”
I turned the cab into an alley way and parked it next to an open garage door. “Alright take what you need, let’s go the boat is leaving soon.” She grabbed her bag and followed after me. I opened the garage door wider and revealed black Lexus. “That’s our ride to the dock’s’ get in.” We hurried in and drove it out the alley way into the busy street. “Take the detonator it’s under your seat”. Emma grabbed the device and pressed it without hesitation. The loud boom was silenced under the sound of my favorite music by Mozart. Nothing like some relaxing music, in the evening, just sitting back, strolling in an amazing car, through the amazing city of New Jersey. To top it all off, you have one of the hottest assassins in the world, changing, right next to you, as if it were her own bathroom. What a life.
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Ill be putting up CH 1 as soon as possible >=D