Contest [Issue 37] Continue the Story... Returns! [Chapter 4]

[kingkiller120 23]

Inner truths

Part 4: Guilty or not… guilty

Sorrowfully I looked up at him, I was shaken, my feet turned cold as i starred at him. I felt guilty for what I had done.

He peered at me and said “ say something”.

At this moment in time I had no idea what to say.

But I knew I had to say something and fast, so I nervously stood up, looked him in the eye and cleared my throat “ I’m so sorry throw what I have put you throw” .

He watched me for a second his face  turning red, his face screwing up and looking furiously at me.

Then he spoke “is this really what you have to say for yourself you have took a child’s life away from him”.

Tears pouring down his face , “ have you got any idea what this is doing to me”

Clearing my throat once again I spoke, anxiously for a moment, not knowing what to say. I finally had the courage to speak up “ I know this is hard for you it is hard for me as well do you know I go sleep every night regretting what I did on that very night”.

“but my pain is nothing compared to yours” I said in a whisper

He glanced at me and had this weird look

“what’s wrong?” I asked it a gentle way

He looked at me and said “This is all my fault”

Nervously thinking if he should carry on speaking

        “if I didn’t have an argument with him and said

I never want to see you again then he would still be hear”

………….

 

[Flexoo 6,980]

Gl guys :)

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i searched and searched and searched around town for his son but did not find him. Later that day i looked again because i thought i would die from the old man if i didnt.

 

A couple days passed i did not find his son i went to the old man scared. i told him i could not find his son but what he said was surprising he said he had found his son. i did not see anyone else then asked him who and where his son was. he said "you are my son" i freaked out and gave him a hug for 10 minutes and after that we talked about all sorts of stuff that happened during the time we did not see each other

[Owais 104]

Chapter 4: More question's to this mystery

 

 

"Please! please get me back my son." said the man in a voice of despair gripping the hammer again.

 

I leaned back a bit thinking he was going to hit me with it, but his emotion overcame his strength. I had no words in my mouth but then just as i was awestruck by the sight of the amount of tears the man had dropped on the ground, i decided to say sorry maybe to calm him down a but so we both could talk.

 

"sorr-"

 

"SORRY! WHAT!, you killed my son and sorry is not gonna get him back but, YOU ARE GONNA BRING HIM BACK!" he demanded.

 

What was i really thinking, the man had lost his son and i had the strenght to say sorry, so bad of me.There was an awkward silence for a while and then the man finally had the power in him to speak.We started talking the usual way.

 

"What is your name?" he asked helplessly.

 

"I'm tom sir, you?" i asked politely.

 

"Call me Mr.Sid" he said.

 

"What was the name of your lovely son, if i may ask you?" i asked nervously.

 

A minute passed before i got the answer.

 

"His name was, Tyson" he said having tear's in his eye's.

 

I had the chance to ask many question's but where was i going to start? The most disturbing thing to me was how could i be a murderer? Then something clicked in my mind, a question, was i really the murderer or was Tyson really dead?

 

"Mr.Sid, do you know about any fights between your son and anyone else or did he mention anything about a fight?" I aksed looking at my bleeding arm.

 

"No, but he did look worried for the past couple of days" he replied.

 

I could not be a killer, i'm just a small boy i cannot have killed someone.I decided to ask a few more questions.

 

"Could you please explain what happened, how your son disappeared and how did you find me?" I asked anxiously.

 

"I woke up yesterday i saw my son was not in his room. There was a message on my mobile asking me to come here, they said i will find Tyson here but instead you were here, unconscious. Please tell me what have you done to my son, please!." He said accusing me as a murderer again.

 

"As i said, sir, i am sorry and i could not have killed your son."I replied.

 

"Then what has happened, who can tell me where my son is, if he is not dead please find him." He replied while coughing

 

What could have happened to Tyson? Had i been set up? Who would want to do this to me and Tyson? What were those hallucination's and why was my arm bleeding? Who would want to do this?

All these question arose in my mind all at once......

Edited August 9, 2015 by Owais

[BoldTanki 1]

Part 4: Departure

 

Obviously this man was a psycho, thinking that he could bring back his dead son. I started slowly backing away, looking for a way to escape.

 

The man slowly looked at me with his bloodshot eyes, "What are you doing? Why are you backing up?"

 

"Sir, you need to understand that your son is dead." I replied.

 

"NO! HE'S STILL ALIVE AND YOU ARE GOING TO FIND HIM!" He shouted with intense anger and rage.

 

My hands were clammy and shaking. What should I do? If I help this guy find his dead son it's going to be a waste of time, and I might get killed. But at the same time, I might die. Damn it.

 

"Okay, let's go find your son." I said, standing my ground at the huge man that towered above me.

 

"Good. And I'll bring this just in case." He replied. And, he went to get his hammer.

 

Good. This was my chance to run.

 

I quickly ran into the door, attempting to break it open. I tried two times, before the rusty old hinges gave out and broke off. I heard the man stomping after me. "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!?" I squinted out in the broad daylight and looked out, the wasteland covered in a sunny and bright filter. I looked around and saw a small camp in the distance.

 

I started running after it, but after a few seconds I realized that I had not eaten for two full days, and now it was finally taking its toll on me. I could feel my heart thumping against my chest.

 

Badump. Badump.

 

At this point, I was solely relying on adrenaline to carry me across. But it wasn't enough. Sure enough, I could hear the man steadily coming closer.

 

I'm almost there, just a few more seconds...

 

My vision started to get blurry and blurrier as I continued my trek along the barren wasteland. The man was only a mere few feet away. "COME BACK HERE!" He shouted. I could see soon that there was trench over the camp, it was about 10 feet wide 10 feet deep.

 

I have to make it.

 

I felt a sudden pain in my left shoulder and knew that for sure that the man had thrown his hammer at me, but still I gathered all the strength I had and launched myself over the trench, and hit the gritty dirt with a thud. I could hear that man cursing, as he did not have the abilty to make the jump. I get up, only to collapse again. Through my last seconds of consciousness, I hear shouting and yelling, as the gate to the camp opened and a lone woman looked at me from above. Fading through consciousness and unconsciousness, I look at her and say the only words that I could manage from my bleeding mouth,

 

Help.

Edited August 8, 2015 by BoldTanki

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deadmanrising

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Posted 04 Aug 2015 - 17:59

Inner truths

 

Part 4: The final ride

 

Why is it now my responsibility to rescue his son? Now I know what you’re thinking... “He has no remorse!” “He doesn't care if his son gets killed, he just doesn't care!” I do care about the lives of others to all you mongrels out there, I really do. I just don’t know why I'm still being caught in the middle of such outrage!

 

As fear and dismay continue to flow down through the expressions of my face the man gives me some reassurance.

“Look, there is some gear in that table” The man pointed towards a small yellow cabinet, “You are the only one who can stop them!

Ok, But how could I possibly stop them? These criminals are dangerous, ruthless and well beyond cruel; yeah, thank goodness this is no longer a bad dream, its HELL!

 

“Is there any way I could get to him?”

 

By the time I turned around he had vanished, not a trace of him, never even gave me his name... Brilliant!

I take a good look at the yellow cabinet. Inside it were the following: An AK47 rifle, some grenades, another 9mm Pistol (Oh God another one), some bullet proof gear, a rusty old phone (though it still works), some shoes and a mysterious map. As I unfold the map I also find a poster, on it read “Fiesta de cumpleaños para su hijo Amado Chávez en el hotel más rico!”

 

I know for a fact I don’t speak Spanish, but luckily for me I did memorize some key words back at my high school. My instincts kept on telling me “Amado means son! Amado means son!” This could only possibly mean one thing, his sons name was Chavez. I also knew the hotel; I remember going there on holiday! What a coincidence!

 

I put on my bullet proof gear, equipped my pockets with my pistols and began to follow the map which leads to the hotel, let’s do it.

 

I reach the hotel in a nick of time; to my astonishment it was abandoned and run down. It all still felt like a fantasy, is this actually real?

 

I continue to walk through the creepy dark corridor, with both my pistols in hand; I knew what I was to do next would depend on my survival. All of a sudden many guys came running out of room after room and started shooting at me. I quickly duck under a table and returned fire, running for cover, looking for any way to survive, boom boom boom! They were dead... Wow I actually survived.

 

I found a room, it was rather dark, I heard some screams “Help me please!”

 

It was him, good lord, this was finally over!

 

As I try to free him, all of a sudden everything disappears, I felt as if I had just died...

 

I Woke up in the middle of a rather familiar place

 

Where am I?

 

You’re on a plane back to New York, you did well buddy...

 

“It certainly was a rough ride wasn't it?”

 

Yes, Yes it was, hopefully it will be my last...

 

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Your entry is really interesting.I like it and hope you may win and I can atleast win a consolation prize .lol!you know what I am tired to see same players winning all the time.

[r_TIGER_BOY_20140 78]

 

Part 4: The final ride

Why is it now my responsibility to rescue his son? Now I know what you’re thinking... “He has no remorse!” “He doesn't care if his son gets killed, he just doesn't care!” I do care about the lives of others to all you mongrels out there, I really do. I just don’t know why I'm still being caught in the middle of such outrage!

As fear and dismay continue to flow down through the expressions of my face the man gives me some reassurance.
“Look, there is some gear in that table” The man pointed towards a small yellow cabinet, “You are the only one who can stop them!
Ok, But how could I possibly stop them? These criminals are dangerous, ruthless and well beyond cruel; yeah, thank goodness this is no longer a bad dream, its HELL!

“Is there any way I could get to him?”

By the time I turned around he had vanished, not a trace of him, never even gave me his name... Brilliant!
I take a good look at the yellow cabinet. Inside it were the following: An AK47 rifle, some grenades, another 9mm Pistol (Oh God another one), some bullet proof gear, a rusty old phone (though it still works), some shoes and a mysterious map. As I unfold the map I also find a poster, on it read “Fiesta de cumpleaños para su hijo Amado Chávez en el hotel más rico!”

I know for a fact I don’t speak Spanish, but luckily for me I did memorize some key words back at my high school. My instincts kept on telling me “Amado means son! Amado means son!” This could only possibly mean one thing, his sons name was Chavez. I also knew the hotel; I remember going there on holiday! What a coincidence!

I put on my bullet proof gear, equipped my pockets with my pistols and began to follow the map which leads to the hotel, let’s do it.

I reach the hotel in a nick of time; to my astonishment it was abandoned and run down. It all still felt like a fantasy, is this actually real?

I continue to walk through the creepy dark corridor, with both my pistols in hand; I knew what I was to do next would depend on my survival. All of a sudden many guys came running out of room after room and started shooting at me. I quickly duck under a table and returned fire, running for cover, looking for any way to survive, boom boom boom! They were dead... Wow I actually survived.

I found a room, it was rather dark, I heard some screams “Help me please!”

It was him, good lord, this was finally over!

As I try to free him, all of a sudden everything disappears, I felt as if I had just died...

I Woke up in the middle of a rather familiar place

Where am I?

You’re on a plane back to New York, you did well buddy..“It certainly was a rough ride wasn't it?”

Yes, Yes it was, hopefully it will be my last...

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Your entry is really interesting.I like it and hope you may win and I can atleast win a consolation prize .lol!you know what I am tired to see same players winning all the time. 

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[r_TIGER_BOY_20140 78]

Inner turth

chapter4

 

all these time i though it was an parnk for me .but i finally knew it wasnt any prank it was real that i murderd the boy and i never belived that i can do these kind of things  and the boys father was  so angry murdered  a person in my life.

 The boys father told that  i murdered the boy and the boys father will never forgive me . I once again say to him i am not the killer and i cannot murdered a  person or a boy or a girl even. i once again was thinking what happene to me .Then i remeber that i was drugged in a room  and i say the boys shadow infront of me and the boy give some money to me .I told that story to the boys father even the boys father told NO. I was lieing the boys father told i once again told its that i saw the body. 

 I was  in a shock when the boys father told me  that his son was murderd the day before yestarday and i police investigated and they didnt got any eveidence who kill the mens son. And today the police got eveidence that the boys mudred was  by an knife the knife was mine the man saw is this the knife he show me the knife and when i saw the knife i told yes it was my knife and how did you found my knife the boys father told it was in the room that his son got murderd. 

 I was way too badly shocked and i feeled guilty that i killed the boy.The boys father called the cops to arrest me and to put me in the prison,When the cops came they told to put my fingure in some werid computer thing when i put my fingure the computer got in error the fingure print is not the same . And the cop told the boys father that i was not the murderd some one also was the murderd .And the boys father apolozies to me i told dont apolozies to me.I told people can make mistake.

    I told the boys father that i will help the boys father to find the murderd of the boy.And help you and the boys father thank me.i start the investigation.

It took a days to find out the boys fathers killer and it was the boys father i was like shock face like :o I could not belive that but i knew it i must get more eveidence of the boys father so i can tell the full story of the boys father. 

 

That he kills his own son to cops.But still i  need more eveidence i once again start my investigation. The boys father called me and the boys father told me that did i find the killer i told NO.  I still didnt find the killer .I knew that  the killer was the boys father but i didnt say anything to the boys father that he kills his son.  I told i need more time to find the killer. the boys father make a werid simile and say ok do the investigation you can find the killer.

I was like a melted ice cream lol. I say to my soul that i will find the full eveidence how and why the boys father kill him.

Edited August 7, 2015 by r_TIGER_BOY_20140

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

 

 

Mind your words, man, you don't know what you're saying. Only one player has ever won this contest more than once (and that's me :P sorry bro no offence)

[Nasrunas 199]

Politics

[r_TIGER_BOY_20140 78]

Mind your words, man, you don't know what you're saying. Only one player has ever won this contest more than once (and that's me :P sorry bro no offence)

are you having fever

i dont care bro if you win even

i want this crytals for bulldogkit only :P

but i respect you cuz your the king of this contest

i really know that i wiill lose the contest even but i dont care if will try 

i know my story is so boring for ever one

[r_TIGER_BOY_20140 78]

huhhh i know i will not even also get 10000crytals even

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

^Thanks a lot bro :P And bulldog kit? xD

Keep trying to improve, you might as well win this in a few months!

[r_TIGER_BOY_20140 78]

hope to bro

i will and i can do it i promise you

did you like my story?

Edited August 7, 2015 by r_TIGER_BOY_20140

[BoldTanki 1]

 

 

I was flabbergasted. This man had lost his son, possibly to me. I should be the one bearing the brunt of the hammer. Not the sink's fault, I thought, pity in my eyes.

 

My thoughts were broken by the sound of a sob. I looked up and saw the man wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

 

I felt a spike of revulsion stab at me. How could I be a murderer, when I feel so much guilt just by looking at the kith and kin of a victim?. All the same, I felt hopeless about this man's predicament. He was asking me to do the impossible. Nothing can bring back the dead, I thought. I killed the man's son. He is dead. Nothing I can do.

 

But was he dead?

 

I look beseechingly at the man. "Please listen to me, your son is dead. There is nothing I can......."

 

"NO!" screamed the man. "My Pietro is alive, and I know it! You must help me!"

 

I again rack my brains, wondering if Pietro was dead or not. Was I merely hallucinating? Had Pietro's death been but a vision?

 

"Look, sir, it is useless to look for him. I'm sorry, I-"

 

"You did kill him, then?" asks the old man, his hand quivering towards the hammer.

 

"I'm not sure. Pietro may be alive, but-"

 

"Then help me find him!" wept the old man, clinging to my foot.

 

I felt a surge of guilt, seeing this helpless old man. I have already experienced, in the few hours I have been awake, the results of been separated from mankind. An separation from someone that you love.... unbearable. Above all, Pietro was innocent. There was no doubt about it. He simply couldn't have been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

 

"I'll help you get back your son, sir," I mumble, trying to inject some confidence into my voice.

 

***

 

"So, basically, Pietro was an errand-boy?" I ask, in the middle of an avid discussion about Pietro.

 

"Yes, sir. He used to carry messages, parcels, communications..... you know, whatever an errand boy does."

 

I paused in my tracks. A mere errand-boy does not carry communications between people. Nobody would trust such a person with something so important.

 

Then what was it, that caused Pietro to be dead, or otherwise, in a precarious situation?

 

"Tell me more about Pietro," I said to his father. "What was he doing at the time when......." I trail off, waiting for the man to get my drift.

 

"Well, three days ago, two men came to me asking for Pietro's services. They said they couldn't tell me what it was but they would pay me heavily for it. In fact, they gave me three thousand ingots for it!" the man's face lit up.

 

"You let your son go, just like that?" I said. No wonder Pietro's father thinks his son is dead.

 

We climbed a dune and looked over at the remains of what had once been a junkyard. A board dangled off its perch, and crows cawed everywhere.

 

"This is where they took Pietro," said the man.

 

My hair tingled. Something was not right here.

 

I climbed down tentatively to investigate. Perhaps they stashed Pietro somewhere?

 

As I looked, I heard a shrill whistling noise. Immediately, I was surrounded. Five men whom I didn't recognize stood, cracking their knuckles at me with an evil smile on their face. I whirled around, looking for a way out, but I saw none, just those five men.

 

"What do we do to him, boss?" asked a man.

 

I panicked, and looked around for Pietro's father to warn him, but when I heard the words "bind and gag him, and take him to our hideout," I stumbled and fell. I reeled back in shock and looked with blank eyes at the spot from which the voice had come, because I could not believe it.

 

The 'boss', the man who spoke, was the very same man who had cried to me, asking for his son. It was Pietro's father.

 

And more than that, I could not believe I had been so gullible. How many million times has one been told in his childhood never to make acquaintances with strangers?

 

The final, crushing thought I had, before someone conked me out, was one that I would wish to forget for the rest of my life :

 

I have been set up.

 

 

Nitro, just a little tip. You're submission has 735 words, not the minimum of 500 words. I suggest that you either shorten it or consider writing a new entry since you have a lot of time left. You may check how many words you have by going to www.wordcounter.net Also, you might want to add a title. Anyway, just trying to give everyone a fair chance. Good luck! And also consider reading my entry! (I liked your entry a lot. <3) Good luck to you!

 

Bold :D

Edited August 10, 2015 by greyat
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Nitro, just a little tip. You're submission has 735 words, not the minimum of 500 words. I suggest that you either shorten it or consider writing a new entry since you have a lot of time left. You may check how many words you have by going to www.wordcounter.net Also, you might want to add a title. Anyway, just trying to give everyone a fair chance. Good luck! And also consider reading my entry! (I liked your entry a lot. <3) Good luck to you!

 

Bold :D

Please tell me, can tritulene trubno win again, i wrote and hoped to win 1st

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

 

^{Nitro, just a little tip. You're submission has 735 words, not the minimum of 500 words. I suggest that you either shorten it or consider writing a new entry since you have a lot of time left. You may check how many words you have by going to www.wordcounter.net Also, you might want to add a title. Anyway, just trying to give everyone a fair chance. Good luck! And also consider reading my entry! (I liked your entry a lot. <3) Good luck to you!}

 

^{Bold  :D}

^{Thanks a lot Bold! :D And yes, I know it is 735 words, but the limit is unofficial, and I remember Kevred telling us in the old version of this contest that we could overshoot the contest, but couldn't write a novel :P}

^{And I just read your entry, it is fantastic, and I loved the suspense you generated! *Future reporter detected*}

 

Please tell me, can tritulene trubno win again, i wrote and hoped to win 1st

I wuv you too :wub: And yes, I have won it twice. However, you could win first, the judges look for quality entries, not names! ;)

Edited August 8, 2015 by TriNitroToIuene

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TrinitroToluene, your words are dominant that easily fascinates everyone.Think you got it bro.

[VxV 40]

I think we've got our future moderator.Hope you all got it....lol

[Sevdragon 13]

"I can't get him back," I gasped,"He's dead."

"No he isn't," the man said," I got a ransom note last night that said my son was kidnapped and that the ransom was 50 million rubles. I don't have that kind of money, so I'm going to rob the bank to get it."

"Ha," I laughed even though his hand was right by the hammer,"good luck with that."

"You are going to rob the bank with me," the man growled," or I will kill you."

"Okay, I will," I replied shakily,"When will we do it."

[TriNitroToIuene 4,765]

TrinitroToluene, your words are dominant that easily fascinates everyone.Think you got it bro.

:wub:

 

Words are just an expression of the plot, and it is the latter that matters ;)

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TriNitroToIuene

Words are just an expression of the plot, and it is the latter that matters  ;)

 

OK Sir!......

:lol:

[colindestroyer77 45]

I sat there entirely unable of speech amidst my shock as the man sobbed, his tears poured down his rough cheeks and into the shattered sink.

 

“Please get me back my son,” he repeated barely able to muster the words.

 

I couldn’t believe it. This man wanted his son back who could possibly be dead. It was not within my reach to raise him from the dead. I recall what had happened before which seemed to have occurred days ago.

 

I can hear the boy laughing but he stops abruptly when I pull out a small odd-shaped piece of metal and point it at him. In sudden realization of what I was doing he lunged at me holding something that I noticed to be reflecting the sun, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut in the few seconds of blindness. My finger flinched for only a moment as something dug deep into my skin. Without any hesitation I pushed my finger backward which was followed by a loud bang. I dropped the metal object, holding my right arm in unexplainable agony. I see the boy go limp and fall to the ground inches in front of me. Not long later I woke up in the room.

 

Now here I was, listening to this man weep while looking at the obliterated sink. I craved to help him but how could I? Nervously I spoke.

 

“Is your son dead?”

 

The man stops crying and all of a sudden looks angry again. I nervously back away thinking he might do to me what he did to the sink. But he calms down and before a few sniffs he says: “I don’t know.”

 

“How could you not,” I almost blurted out but I caught myself and addressed him calmly. “What do you mean, I don’t know?”

 

“Before I was even able to aid my son some burly and rough men dragged him with them and headed down the road. I saw them take him into an old house that was slated for demolition. Obviously, they had no idea I was intently watching them.” He broke into weeping again.

 

“So you don’t have any clue if your son is alive in there or not?”

 

He shook his head. “No. And I want you to get him back,” he added accusingly.

 

I paused to collect my thoughts. Should I help this man? I glanced at him seeing that he was impatiently waiting for my answer.  With his eyes burning holes into me I announce: “I will help.”

 

The man’s tears started to stop falling with the hope that he might still be able to have his son alive. “Thank you,” he said gratefully leading me out the metal door.

 

I stepped in broad daylight, blinking in the sudden sunlight. When my vision cleared I paced alongside him down the gravel road. We reached our destination which was an old almost untouched house. Checking first to see if anyone he met me at the back door.

 

“It’s clear. It’s now or never.”

 

I silently opened the creaking door and nervously stepped inside only to be welcomed by a searing pain as something hard hit my head. For the second time that day I was unknown to the world.

Edited August 11, 2015 by colindestroyer77

[rothro3 50]

                             Inner Truths Part Four:  Revelations

 

 

   How could I possibly help him find his son?  I was amnesiac and my memory was as incomplete as a jigsaw puzzle missing pieces.  There was no way I could think of that I could…wait…wait…The cot…A table…felling drugged…empty bottle…that smell...  Pieces started falling into place.  Something deep inside me said I had all the clues needed to solve this mystery, and yet I felt clueless.  

 

   "Alright, I will help you find your son.  And I have an idea about where to start looking for him."

 

   The man's face lights up.  "Good, I was at a dead end.  Every piece of evidence I had found led me here."

 

   Something about the way he had used was, had, and led mad me think he had been searching for a long time, but I had to be sure.

 

   "How long have you been searching for your son?"

 

   "Nearly three months."

 

   Devotion.  There was no other word for that kind of dedication.  For three months this man had been searching for clues no matter how faint, just to find his son.  It blew me off my feet.  I explained my plan to him, and he nodded in agreement.  We both exited the shock and went around the buildings, one by one, searching for a hidden clue.  After hours of fruitless searching, we regrouped in front of the only building left: my cell.  Both of us were dripping like fountains as we entered the room.  I reviewed everything my memories had revealed about this room. The strange thing was, the room seemed smaller than it had seemed from the outside.  We began combing the room, searching for its secrets.  I felt along the wall, plaster peeling off wherever I placed my hand.  A deep gash caught my eye.  Reaching into my pocket, I fished out a bill from my pocket and inserted it.  The wall swung inward, revealing a staircase.  I tramped down it until I hit a door.  I opened it revealing nothing but inky blackness and a echoing voice.  

 

   "So you have found me, but can you remember?"  The boy I had shot stepped into the light cast by the stairwell.  

 

  "I remember.  You showed me this."

 

  "Yes, and now I will tell you: My father is trying to kill me."

 

  I was flabbergasted.  "For what?"  

 

   "Murder."

Edited August 12, 2015 by rothro3

[LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH 1,921]

If only reminaine the great would let me win, it is my 1 wish to win a competition like this. I'd use the cyrstals for viking m2 with ricom2