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Fri Nov 04, 2011 7:14 am » by Constabul
As the suv pulled into the drive way, Williams noticed an old truck parked toward the back.
He got out the vehicle and began slipping on rubber gloves as he approached the contemporary style one story house, with a hip roof. A front porch, and a side deck. Observing the house he concluded there were likely three doors so he moved towards the back yard. Sure enough a third smaller deck in the back, with the back door open.
Williams already knew his prey had likely slipped away. None the less he entered the house and started taking the sights in. Green eyes scanned the scene, he stood in a kitchen, pizza boxes stacked by the sink. The sink, had a couple dishes in it, and beer bottles were here and there on the counter.
As he walked into the den, he noticed a door to the bed room, a couch, coffee table, and desk. A wet spot, with broken glass was near the desk. Which indicated he was surprised or in a hurry. He saw a LAN line hanging off the side of the desk.. Laptop, was the first thing that came to mind. he had hoped for a desktop, it would have at least made this stop worth it to gather some information.
He went to the bed room, it appeared to have not been slept in for days. Obviously he had been sleeping near the computer on the couch. Pictures of family hung on the walls.
It looked like some of the belonging were rummaged threw quickly. Likely packing a bag Williams thought to himself.
As he continued to search the area, he found a sketch pad on the coffee table, and a pen.
Pulling a pencil from his jacket, he started to skim the pencil over the pad, and words began to appear from the indentions from the pen. "If you are reading this I am dead" it started, and from there it detailed the events of the past few days, and hints to the information learned, and mentioning the external hard drive, and the laptop that holds the information.
Not good.
As Williams continued to reveal the information hidden on the pad, his cell began to buzz.
"Williams"
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Ashley had been listening to police scanners for a couple hours, and linking into video feeds via the red light camera systems looking for any leads. There was a lot of chatter dealing with the protests, which she hoped might have some change in the way things were. It was getting tougher for everybody. She even had a few live feeds running to a couple of tvs beyond her work station. Images of clashes in Europe of protester verse police, and on another a politician mouthing reasons war had begun with Iran.
As a slight daze over came her as she listen and watched, There she heard a dispatcher Reading a license plate number back to an officer in the field. Motorcycle registered to a john Doe. She rolled back her recording and found the location, Amtrak station at Martin Luther King Boulevard. This was the hit she was looking for.
She quickly pulled up camera feeds from the area just in time to see a figure jogging, and jump a concrete wall, and disappear from sight. As she tried to tie into the next camera feed along the route, she clicked a speed dialer on her screen...
"Williams" he answered.
"This is ash, I've found him, he just abandoned his motorcycle at the train station, it is 15 minutes from your location. He was headed north on Martin Luther King boulevard, He looks to be wearing jogging pants, dark blue, a sweat shirt gray, has a sling backpack, black and a baseball cap, black. I'm trying to locate him again."
"uh huh, I will, call you as soon as I get him again."
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As Williams was receiving the information he was making his way out the door, headed to his suv.
"At the train station? Keep me up dated, i''m headed there now."
Williams sped from the house, he started to think he saw a motorcycle as he first arrived. This is good news, he is not that far ahead.
Williams Pulls out his cell again, and dials HQ,
"This is Williams, I have just left Mr Doe's house, he was not there, i found a couple things, a broken glass, with spilled drink, it seems he dropped in a struggle, or due to being startled.
He also has written a letter in case he dies. Likely he will pass it on to someone else.
....
...
Yes I understand, Asset 47 has located him, and I am en route now.
I have a description, and a direction. I am likely fifteen to twenty minutes behind him.
...
I'll keep you informed'
Williams arrived to see the police starting to impound the motorcycle. He pulls up to a parking space and sits and looks at the station. Wondering was it a ploy, was he trying to throw the trail by ditching his ride here. Something did not seem right. Williams backed out the parking space, and turned north heading up the road. As he was thinking about her, his cell began to buzz.
"Tell me you have him."
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Ashley had been searching the camera feeds, but all she saw was protesters, throngs of people and police. She had lost him. Now came the part she hated.
She clicked the speed dial on the screen.
Williams was direct,
"No" she answered, "the protesters are everywhere, but i do not think he entered the crowd. He must have taken an ally, or side street, I am looking now on alternate routes.
Huh?
Ok, I will tap the stations surveillance feed. And get back to you soon as I have something."
Ashley ended the call, frustrated, She was so close.
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Listening to ash, Williams began to relax, he knew the kid had given them the slip again.
"Ash check the stations surveillance feeds, see if he doubled back."
Williams knew he was close. Could feel it. The next step was to pay a visit to family and friends, he parked his suv, and started to study the print out, checking for those closest to his location.
He had three possible places he could go. Since he would likely try to dump the letter.
Sandra Howell, Jim Baker, and Thomas Riker.
Sandra Howell was closest on the list.
Putting the vehicle in gear, his new destination was set.
He got out the vehicle and began slipping on rubber gloves as he approached the contemporary style one story house, with a hip roof. A front porch, and a side deck. Observing the house he concluded there were likely three doors so he moved towards the back yard. Sure enough a third smaller deck in the back, with the back door open.
Williams already knew his prey had likely slipped away. None the less he entered the house and started taking the sights in. Green eyes scanned the scene, he stood in a kitchen, pizza boxes stacked by the sink. The sink, had a couple dishes in it, and beer bottles were here and there on the counter.
As he walked into the den, he noticed a door to the bed room, a couch, coffee table, and desk. A wet spot, with broken glass was near the desk. Which indicated he was surprised or in a hurry. He saw a LAN line hanging off the side of the desk.. Laptop, was the first thing that came to mind. he had hoped for a desktop, it would have at least made this stop worth it to gather some information.
He went to the bed room, it appeared to have not been slept in for days. Obviously he had been sleeping near the computer on the couch. Pictures of family hung on the walls.
It looked like some of the belonging were rummaged threw quickly. Likely packing a bag Williams thought to himself.
As he continued to search the area, he found a sketch pad on the coffee table, and a pen.
Pulling a pencil from his jacket, he started to skim the pencil over the pad, and words began to appear from the indentions from the pen. "If you are reading this I am dead" it started, and from there it detailed the events of the past few days, and hints to the information learned, and mentioning the external hard drive, and the laptop that holds the information.
Not good.
As Williams continued to reveal the information hidden on the pad, his cell began to buzz.
"Williams"
-------------------------------------------------------
Ashley had been listening to police scanners for a couple hours, and linking into video feeds via the red light camera systems looking for any leads. There was a lot of chatter dealing with the protests, which she hoped might have some change in the way things were. It was getting tougher for everybody. She even had a few live feeds running to a couple of tvs beyond her work station. Images of clashes in Europe of protester verse police, and on another a politician mouthing reasons war had begun with Iran.
As a slight daze over came her as she listen and watched, There she heard a dispatcher Reading a license plate number back to an officer in the field. Motorcycle registered to a john Doe. She rolled back her recording and found the location, Amtrak station at Martin Luther King Boulevard. This was the hit she was looking for.
She quickly pulled up camera feeds from the area just in time to see a figure jogging, and jump a concrete wall, and disappear from sight. As she tried to tie into the next camera feed along the route, she clicked a speed dialer on her screen...
"Williams" he answered.
"This is ash, I've found him, he just abandoned his motorcycle at the train station, it is 15 minutes from your location. He was headed north on Martin Luther King boulevard, He looks to be wearing jogging pants, dark blue, a sweat shirt gray, has a sling backpack, black and a baseball cap, black. I'm trying to locate him again."
"uh huh, I will, call you as soon as I get him again."
-------------------------------------------------------
As Williams was receiving the information he was making his way out the door, headed to his suv.
"At the train station? Keep me up dated, i''m headed there now."
Williams sped from the house, he started to think he saw a motorcycle as he first arrived. This is good news, he is not that far ahead.
Williams Pulls out his cell again, and dials HQ,
"This is Williams, I have just left Mr Doe's house, he was not there, i found a couple things, a broken glass, with spilled drink, it seems he dropped in a struggle, or due to being startled.
He also has written a letter in case he dies. Likely he will pass it on to someone else.
....
...
Yes I understand, Asset 47 has located him, and I am en route now.
I have a description, and a direction. I am likely fifteen to twenty minutes behind him.
...
I'll keep you informed'
Williams arrived to see the police starting to impound the motorcycle. He pulls up to a parking space and sits and looks at the station. Wondering was it a ploy, was he trying to throw the trail by ditching his ride here. Something did not seem right. Williams backed out the parking space, and turned north heading up the road. As he was thinking about her, his cell began to buzz.
"Tell me you have him."
-----------------------------------------------------------
Ashley had been searching the camera feeds, but all she saw was protesters, throngs of people and police. She had lost him. Now came the part she hated.
She clicked the speed dial on the screen.
Williams was direct,
"No" she answered, "the protesters are everywhere, but i do not think he entered the crowd. He must have taken an ally, or side street, I am looking now on alternate routes.
Huh?
Ok, I will tap the stations surveillance feed. And get back to you soon as I have something."
Ashley ended the call, frustrated, She was so close.
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Listening to ash, Williams began to relax, he knew the kid had given them the slip again.
"Ash check the stations surveillance feeds, see if he doubled back."
Williams knew he was close. Could feel it. The next step was to pay a visit to family and friends, he parked his suv, and started to study the print out, checking for those closest to his location.
He had three possible places he could go. Since he would likely try to dump the letter.
Sandra Howell, Jim Baker, and Thomas Riker.
Sandra Howell was closest on the list.
Putting the vehicle in gear, his new destination was set.
Fri Nov 04, 2011 7:27 am » by Frutty
All of a sudden she looked into the sky as if attracted by a fleeting star crossing the corner of her eye.
What she saw she could not believe.
Three space ships the size of a stadium were floating above her glimmering with a bluish light that though she'd seen the like in films, she could not imagine having experienced something like it.
Tremulous, she reached for her cellphone, but her phone was siphoned off her hand as if by an invisible claw.
To be continued ...
What she saw she could not believe.
Three space ships the size of a stadium were floating above her glimmering with a bluish light that though she'd seen the like in films, she could not imagine having experienced something like it.
Tremulous, she reached for her cellphone, but her phone was siphoned off her hand as if by an invisible claw.
To be continued ...
Deception in life is nothing but a lie reduced to practice
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Fri Nov 04, 2011 9:53 am » by Troll2rocks
Victor Crowley was intended for great things from the start, he excelled in computers from a young age, he was a loner, and most definitely a nerd. Picked on at school right up until he graduated, and even then the bullying never stopped. It would appear only a string of broken relationships and half realised dreams lay behind him. He was a pleasant man, a calm and reassuring man, the kind of guy you would lose in a crowd. His appearance always complimented his intelligence, it always annoyed him that people just expected him to be smart, but he could never understand the paradox in always being happy to please them. Yet he always felt he needed to hold back, because even by academic standards, Victor Crowley was considered smart.
You do not get to a position like his without being able to at least bullshit better than the average Joe, and he could bullshit along with the best of them, but unlike most, at what he did he was very good at, the best. His mastering and improvement of military data encryption was nothing more to him than fixing something that was made broken. He was a whiz with encryption and decryption, after all most of the best stuff on the market he either helped develop or wrote himself. He was a nerd, a guy more comfortable with numbers and data than social interaction, or at least that's how he always made himself appear, because deep down in the dark recesses of Victor Crowley's mind, he was a monster.
Victor Crowley was the one thing John Doe was not, he was patient, and unlike John he had a real plan. Victor had always been interested in the weird and wonderful, and he had always gone to great lengths to hide it from the people he knew. He never mingled on conspiracy forums and he never repeated or exposed his interests and goals. Today his goals were rudely interrupted by a very nosy and immature amateur that he was monitoring for a few days. I could have fucking had you from the moment you entered the system you fucking cunt, He thought. This was true, the only reason John got the time he did and even got into the mainframe was because of a temporary pathway Victor himself created, he couldn't shut it down either without it raising flags, while victor was monitoring Johns activity and protecting himself by also hiding John within the system, he was learning all about the software John was using and he stumbled across an idea. It was no mistake that John opened the file he did, every single file that would have opened would have had the same result, Victor was giving John exactly what he wanted and in doing so himself exactly what he needed. It was no coincidence either that Johns system crashed, Victor crashed it. The plan was working perfectly, and well ahead of the original schedule thanks to John, now he had a fall guy, now he may just make it out of this alive.
Victor's eyes darted back to his monitor when the door up above opened and agent Carter and Mr Fossil emerged and began down the stairs. Any minute now, he thought. He could see the both of them approaching him in his peripheral vision, he continued to fumble his keyboard and appear focused. As they were right upon him, he heard Stan's voice, Victor do you have a moment please ?.
Victor was escorted into the back room where most people would drink coffee and stare at the walls until it was time to rejoin the hive. Victor sat opposite Stan and agent Carter, you can never imagine how difficult it is to appear confused and baffled when you know exactly what is taking place. Stan looking mightily concerned said, Victor this is agent Carter, he is from division he has been asked to aid us in the foreclosure of this breach. He has a few questions for you. Victor frowned and continued to look puzzled, Yes agent Carter ? how can I help you ? Mr Crowley I haven't the time to beat around the bush I need to get the specifics off you, okay ?, Yes of course. Has your team managed to locate the portal of entry ? No sir, we are currently investigating it. However as yet we are yet to find any solid trace of any portal of entry into the network. Are you close to your team Mr Crowley ? Yes sir in order to operate correctly you have to be able to second guess your colleagues. Do you trust your men ? Yes sir, with my life. This was a lie. Have you noticed any unusual behaviour or anything out of the ordinary with the people you work with, no matter how trivial you may find it. James has been a little counter productive lately but he has not long separated from his girlfriend, so I cut him a little slack, but other than that nothing significant at all, until today sir. Today ? agent Carter raised his eyebrows, Yes sir today, the breach. I think its highly significant don't you ?. You designed this system didn't you Mr Crowley ? Correct sir. So how is it possible that a child can get into a system that is not even connected to a public network, and bypass the multi million dollar encryption that you designed ?.
Before Victor took the next plunge into his bizarrely simple but cunningly brilliant plan, he took a moment to pause before he answered, He thought to himself, Is this the best they send to deal with me ? I got me a really strong feeling you are going to be needing a hell of a lot more of you suit wearing pricks soo...Victor, did you hear what I said ? Carter rudely interrupted. Yes sir I heard you. Well ? Carter said leaning forward. What the hell is wrong with you Victor ? Stan spoke up.Are you going to answ... In fourteen minutes this entire system is going to lose power.Carter looked puzzled, What ?. Stan remained quiet. Carter's face turned from puzzled to worried, Why ?. There is a full system reboot taking place. It is currently syncing all the networks and preparing itself for a hard reset, it is quite normal, and forgive me if I appear distant but I am still trying to determine an access route, and in about another twelve minutes I will have no way of finding it because the flush will purge all trace of entry. Agent Carter glanced over at Stan, Stan continued to focus on Victor.
Victor continued, when the system was breached it automatically went into a safe shut down mode. We know everything that was scanned and everything that was opened, but what we do not know, or what we may not find out is the portal of entry. Carter smiled and chimed in, so it looks like in around ten minutes time, your entire system will have been compromised beyond repair ?. Victor made himself look concerned and anxious. Well I would not worry about this system, it is obviously not up to the task, this entire fiasco proved that. What I need to know is this, how much of that file was transferred and would it be viewable in the form it was transferred ? He got ninety four percent of the file, it is certainly enough for it to be pieced together and made viewable in some capacity yes sir, Victor honestly answered. Victor was laughing in his head, he was in hysterics, I would not worry about John Doe you slimey fucks, or about that file gentlemen, you got bigger problems than that, its me you need to worry about.
John sipped at his coffee, tastes like warm fucking shit, he thought, he was sitting in the New LA 24hour Cyber Bar. He looked out of place in this den of perverts, he reached into his coat and pulled an external USB drive from his inside pocket. Always better to have two copies rather than one, he thought. He plugged it in to see what could be salvaged, the computer accepted the device and he clicked inside, contained within the drive was a file titled #HiQ-Ref462,8921-Rtrcd, so far so fucking great, he thought. He clicked it and waited for a response, a message popped up, This File is Damaged, Would you like to repair. Yes, No ?. God bless the Vlc Media player he quipped in his head, and clicked yes.
As the progress repair bar moved from left to right he could feel the excitement rushing through his veins again. The bar reached 100% and the video popped onto the screen. Johns eyes widened. The sound of 80s synth drums filled the dank dark cyber pit, Johns body went cold, his face dropped and turned pale white, and as the sound of Rick Astlely's Never Gonna Give You Up filled the room John slumped back in his chair and bit his fucking tongue.
Victor Crowley has a sense of humour and even though he knows full well he is feeding this guy to the wolves, he may as well send him out with a chuckle, make no mistake, John Doe had just fallen for the biggest Rick Roll in the history of man, and realistically how could a child ever go through with a scenario like this. What John saw and what John downloaded were two different things. Victor Crowley was ahead of schedule and determined to change the course of human history. And his plan was impossible to stop.
You do not get to a position like his without being able to at least bullshit better than the average Joe, and he could bullshit along with the best of them, but unlike most, at what he did he was very good at, the best. His mastering and improvement of military data encryption was nothing more to him than fixing something that was made broken. He was a whiz with encryption and decryption, after all most of the best stuff on the market he either helped develop or wrote himself. He was a nerd, a guy more comfortable with numbers and data than social interaction, or at least that's how he always made himself appear, because deep down in the dark recesses of Victor Crowley's mind, he was a monster.
Victor Crowley was the one thing John Doe was not, he was patient, and unlike John he had a real plan. Victor had always been interested in the weird and wonderful, and he had always gone to great lengths to hide it from the people he knew. He never mingled on conspiracy forums and he never repeated or exposed his interests and goals. Today his goals were rudely interrupted by a very nosy and immature amateur that he was monitoring for a few days. I could have fucking had you from the moment you entered the system you fucking cunt, He thought. This was true, the only reason John got the time he did and even got into the mainframe was because of a temporary pathway Victor himself created, he couldn't shut it down either without it raising flags, while victor was monitoring Johns activity and protecting himself by also hiding John within the system, he was learning all about the software John was using and he stumbled across an idea. It was no mistake that John opened the file he did, every single file that would have opened would have had the same result, Victor was giving John exactly what he wanted and in doing so himself exactly what he needed. It was no coincidence either that Johns system crashed, Victor crashed it. The plan was working perfectly, and well ahead of the original schedule thanks to John, now he had a fall guy, now he may just make it out of this alive.
Victor's eyes darted back to his monitor when the door up above opened and agent Carter and Mr Fossil emerged and began down the stairs. Any minute now, he thought. He could see the both of them approaching him in his peripheral vision, he continued to fumble his keyboard and appear focused. As they were right upon him, he heard Stan's voice, Victor do you have a moment please ?.
Victor was escorted into the back room where most people would drink coffee and stare at the walls until it was time to rejoin the hive. Victor sat opposite Stan and agent Carter, you can never imagine how difficult it is to appear confused and baffled when you know exactly what is taking place. Stan looking mightily concerned said, Victor this is agent Carter, he is from division he has been asked to aid us in the foreclosure of this breach. He has a few questions for you. Victor frowned and continued to look puzzled, Yes agent Carter ? how can I help you ? Mr Crowley I haven't the time to beat around the bush I need to get the specifics off you, okay ?, Yes of course. Has your team managed to locate the portal of entry ? No sir, we are currently investigating it. However as yet we are yet to find any solid trace of any portal of entry into the network. Are you close to your team Mr Crowley ? Yes sir in order to operate correctly you have to be able to second guess your colleagues. Do you trust your men ? Yes sir, with my life. This was a lie. Have you noticed any unusual behaviour or anything out of the ordinary with the people you work with, no matter how trivial you may find it. James has been a little counter productive lately but he has not long separated from his girlfriend, so I cut him a little slack, but other than that nothing significant at all, until today sir. Today ? agent Carter raised his eyebrows, Yes sir today, the breach. I think its highly significant don't you ?. You designed this system didn't you Mr Crowley ? Correct sir. So how is it possible that a child can get into a system that is not even connected to a public network, and bypass the multi million dollar encryption that you designed ?.
Before Victor took the next plunge into his bizarrely simple but cunningly brilliant plan, he took a moment to pause before he answered, He thought to himself, Is this the best they send to deal with me ? I got me a really strong feeling you are going to be needing a hell of a lot more of you suit wearing pricks soo...Victor, did you hear what I said ? Carter rudely interrupted. Yes sir I heard you. Well ? Carter said leaning forward. What the hell is wrong with you Victor ? Stan spoke up.Are you going to answ... In fourteen minutes this entire system is going to lose power.Carter looked puzzled, What ?. Stan remained quiet. Carter's face turned from puzzled to worried, Why ?. There is a full system reboot taking place. It is currently syncing all the networks and preparing itself for a hard reset, it is quite normal, and forgive me if I appear distant but I am still trying to determine an access route, and in about another twelve minutes I will have no way of finding it because the flush will purge all trace of entry. Agent Carter glanced over at Stan, Stan continued to focus on Victor.
Victor continued, when the system was breached it automatically went into a safe shut down mode. We know everything that was scanned and everything that was opened, but what we do not know, or what we may not find out is the portal of entry. Carter smiled and chimed in, so it looks like in around ten minutes time, your entire system will have been compromised beyond repair ?. Victor made himself look concerned and anxious. Well I would not worry about this system, it is obviously not up to the task, this entire fiasco proved that. What I need to know is this, how much of that file was transferred and would it be viewable in the form it was transferred ? He got ninety four percent of the file, it is certainly enough for it to be pieced together and made viewable in some capacity yes sir, Victor honestly answered. Victor was laughing in his head, he was in hysterics, I would not worry about John Doe you slimey fucks, or about that file gentlemen, you got bigger problems than that, its me you need to worry about.
John sipped at his coffee, tastes like warm fucking shit, he thought, he was sitting in the New LA 24hour Cyber Bar. He looked out of place in this den of perverts, he reached into his coat and pulled an external USB drive from his inside pocket. Always better to have two copies rather than one, he thought. He plugged it in to see what could be salvaged, the computer accepted the device and he clicked inside, contained within the drive was a file titled #HiQ-Ref462,8921-Rtrcd, so far so fucking great, he thought. He clicked it and waited for a response, a message popped up, This File is Damaged, Would you like to repair. Yes, No ?. God bless the Vlc Media player he quipped in his head, and clicked yes.
As the progress repair bar moved from left to right he could feel the excitement rushing through his veins again. The bar reached 100% and the video popped onto the screen. Johns eyes widened. The sound of 80s synth drums filled the dank dark cyber pit, Johns body went cold, his face dropped and turned pale white, and as the sound of Rick Astlely's Never Gonna Give You Up filled the room John slumped back in his chair and bit his fucking tongue.
Victor Crowley has a sense of humour and even though he knows full well he is feeding this guy to the wolves, he may as well send him out with a chuckle, make no mistake, John Doe had just fallen for the biggest Rick Roll in the history of man, and realistically how could a child ever go through with a scenario like this. What John saw and what John downloaded were two different things. Victor Crowley was ahead of schedule and determined to change the course of human history. And his plan was impossible to stop.
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Fri Nov 04, 2011 8:26 pm » by Fossileyesed
gay thought to himself.he was thinking about his father and why his father named him gay.
he understood that words change meaning over time and that his 48 years on this rock
had changed the meaning of his name.it wasnt his parents fault that the world was so narrow minded
he was named for the happiness that seemed to envelop him as a new born.
gay was born with a smile on his face.he never cried.
not during his birthing,not during the painfull happenstances of his clumsy childhood.
his first tear was at the death of his mother.she died when gay was 15.
the tears only came because of the grief he witnessed of his father.
he loved his father and mother with all his heart and soul and through that,he was able to love his nieghbor.
gay was a fairly selfless man.he enjoyed nothing more than making folks smile.
it was through his selflessness that he met his wife.her name was mary.
when ever gay wrote her name,he always spelt it merry.
it was thier little thing
he thought of his mother and how that would have made her smile.
now,looking at his computer monitor,sipping his coffee,the smile departed.
a tear trickled down his cheek
it has begun,he thought.
he understood that words change meaning over time and that his 48 years on this rock
had changed the meaning of his name.it wasnt his parents fault that the world was so narrow minded
he was named for the happiness that seemed to envelop him as a new born.
gay was born with a smile on his face.he never cried.
not during his birthing,not during the painfull happenstances of his clumsy childhood.
his first tear was at the death of his mother.she died when gay was 15.
the tears only came because of the grief he witnessed of his father.
he loved his father and mother with all his heart and soul and through that,he was able to love his nieghbor.
gay was a fairly selfless man.he enjoyed nothing more than making folks smile.
it was through his selflessness that he met his wife.her name was mary.
when ever gay wrote her name,he always spelt it merry.
it was thier little thing
he thought of his mother and how that would have made her smile.
now,looking at his computer monitor,sipping his coffee,the smile departed.
a tear trickled down his cheek
it has begun,he thought.
metaphors be with you
peace,love and harmony
peace,love and harmony
Fri Nov 04, 2011 10:59 pm » by pandoras
As he wiped his tear away he got that old nagging feeling of loss crept over, or was it impending doom?
"One of these days, I really got to get to the bottom of this bullshit feeling. It really does impair my ability to work".
Thoughts of his mother worked thier way back into Gay's thoughts as he gazed at the monitor. He shook his head, "Focus Gay, focus..."
Gay had no way of knowing the secret his mother carried with her to the grave.
Gay had a twin, John, that was given up for adoption at birth to "The Institution" by his impoverished parents. Herr Doktor Hendrik Mueller said it was for the best as the twin would be born grossly malformed, would be mentally deficient and skeletally challenged.
After long anguished discussion with John Sr. they decided that it would be in the unborn childs best interest. The "other option" put forward from das gud Doktor, unthinkable to the soon to be new parents..
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As the swirling in Johns head subsided he could taste the salty sweet bitterness forming in his mouth and noticed that now familier feeling of dampness spread through his crotch .
"Great. And I didn't even grab an extra set of pants. Now what the fuck am I supposed to do? .......fuck".
He glanced up over the laptop, an uneasy feeling creeping over him like someone was watching him.
John glanced around the cafe in a clandinstine manor so as to not attract any attention. His top lip starting to glisten with sweat...
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47 spoke into his cuff
"One of these days, I really got to get to the bottom of this bullshit feeling. It really does impair my ability to work".
Thoughts of his mother worked thier way back into Gay's thoughts as he gazed at the monitor. He shook his head, "Focus Gay, focus..."
Gay had no way of knowing the secret his mother carried with her to the grave.
Gay had a twin, John, that was given up for adoption at birth to "The Institution" by his impoverished parents. Herr Doktor Hendrik Mueller said it was for the best as the twin would be born grossly malformed, would be mentally deficient and skeletally challenged.
After long anguished discussion with John Sr. they decided that it would be in the unborn childs best interest. The "other option" put forward from das gud Doktor, unthinkable to the soon to be new parents..
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As the swirling in Johns head subsided he could taste the salty sweet bitterness forming in his mouth and noticed that now familier feeling of dampness spread through his crotch .
"Great. And I didn't even grab an extra set of pants. Now what the fuck am I supposed to do? .......fuck".
He glanced up over the laptop, an uneasy feeling creeping over him like someone was watching him.
John glanced around the cafe in a clandinstine manor so as to not attract any attention. His top lip starting to glisten with sweat...
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47 spoke into his cuff
- Allreadydead
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Fri Nov 04, 2011 11:13 pm » by Allreadydead
[b]"He looked in the mirror and saw someone he hated - he cried out aloud and wept, for he knew that he's humanity was gone and his heart was stone.
I'm finished. He whispered and sobbed loudly, what had happened to the human he was once was?"[/b]
Eve.
I'm finished. He whispered and sobbed loudly, what had happened to the human he was once was?"[/b]
Eve.
- Fossileyesed
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Sat Nov 05, 2011 9:34 pm » by Fossileyesed
james wiped his eyes one last time.
fuck it,fuck it,fuck it,fuck it
he cocked the hammer and walked out of the bathroom.
when stan looked up,he saw two things at the same time.
james had his gun leveled in thier direction and agent carters head turned into red mist.
stan got down behind the table just in time to see victors lifeless body fall to the floor.
just then,over the speakers came the monotone voice of eve, reboot commencing.
in three,two,one.
the lights went out.
stan hunkered down,listening
fuck it,fuck it, fuck it,that fuckin bitch
one more shot rang out.
a thud
complete silence filled the coffee room.
stan had shit his pants
fuck it,fuck it,fuck it,fuck it
he cocked the hammer and walked out of the bathroom.
when stan looked up,he saw two things at the same time.
james had his gun leveled in thier direction and agent carters head turned into red mist.
stan got down behind the table just in time to see victors lifeless body fall to the floor.
just then,over the speakers came the monotone voice of eve, reboot commencing.
in three,two,one.
the lights went out.
stan hunkered down,listening
fuck it,fuck it, fuck it,that fuckin bitch
one more shot rang out.
a thud
complete silence filled the coffee room.
stan had shit his pants
metaphors be with you
peace,love and harmony
peace,love and harmony
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