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[Issue 37] Continue the Story... Returns! [Chapter 3]


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In first place, taking the 50,000 crystals is @FaaiqBilal1:

 

 

 

Part 3: Questions, more questions.

 

I stared at his face, trying to recall whether or not I know him. Having no recollection of previous encounters, I deduced that we had not met each other before, but I was still not entirely convinced. He pulled a chair from outside the room and sat on it in front of me.

 

'Who are you?', I demanded.

 

'You'll find out', he replied without making eye contact. I felt as if the question had made him nervous. 'My turn, do you know who this is?', he continued with a picture of a small boy in his hand. A chill went down my spine, I recognized him, he was the boy from my memory. I nodded in answer to his question.

 

'Who was he?', I asked in a low voice, unaware of whether I killed him or not.

 

'Who was he? Who was he?! You don't even know who he was? You killed him! You are his murderer! His blood is on your hands, he was my son!' he yelled at me, now with tears flowing down his face. For a moment he looked helpless, perhaps he even gained my pity, and the next moment, his face defined anger. He wanted vengeance, for that I was sure; but to how far he would go to gain it? That was a new question in my collection of questions which immediately required to be answered for the sake of my life.

 

He pulled me up from my collar and dragged me across the room. I tried to resist, but that was of little to no avail. He was clearly much, much stronger than I was. From the room, he dragged me outside and took me to a small building not so far away. While he was dragging me, I looked around to gain any idea of where I was, apparently, we were a bit far off from civilization, so I buried any hopes of rescue.

 

'My turn', the man said in a heavy, dark voice as he produced a hammer from a nearby box and raised my hand against a sink. The room reeked of sewage and was lined by algae and tar from all sides. He brought the hammer down with great velocity and force, and just when I thought this was the end of my right hand, he missed it, and repeatedly hammered the whole sink until it was left in pieces. Powerlessly, he dropped the hammer. His eyes were full of tears, again, but this time he didn't look angry, but rather weak and helpless. He couldn't gather the strength to harm me, and neither did he know what to do. 

 

'Please get me back my son', he said while crying.

 

Those worthy of a consolation prize are listed below:

 

@TriNitroToIuenehttp://en.tankiforum.com/index.php?showtopic=267792&do=findComment&comment=4763028

@deadmanrisinghttp://en.tankiforum.com/index.php?showtopic=267792&page=3&do=findComment&comment=4822863

@Raredusthttp://en.tankiforum.com/index.php?showtopic=267792&page=2&do=findComment&comment=4794228

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