San Diego, USA
Mahone covers his head with the black hoodie, then steps briskly to the small house. He sniffs, the irritating heat of the sun causing him fever. He's not so sure of that, but he can feel it, his head is light-weighted, everything he sees, seems blunt and bright.
He climbs the stairs and rings the bell three times, the first two was quick, the last one was differently long. Actually it was a code, but who knows if his friend still remembers it.
The door opens fast.
An innocent looking boy, has thin beard at his jaw, wearing loafers, is standing at the doorsteps, watching Mahone suspiciously.
"Assalamu Alaikum," he finally greets him in Arabic. "How can I help you, Mister?"
Mahone removes his black sunglasses, then smiles at him, "Lays alyawm, Musa."
Musa stares at him in disbelief for a while, then shrieks, "Lays alyawm! Holy shit, Mahone!" he tightly embraces him. "Is that really you? How many days
Another point of view."Open cell forty," the officer shouts at the walkie-talkie and with a disgusting sound, the cell bars-door is opened.Mahone steps in the cell"Close cell forty," behind him, the fat officer shouts again and the door of this tiny, sultry cell is closed again. Mahone puts the white clothes in the edge of the lower bed, then glances at the man lying on the upper bed. The man is less older than fifty, not so big in his body, but he can't see his face, because his back is turned to himDear new cellmate, Mahone utters silently, then drops himself on the single bed. Who knows what kind of criminal you are. A psychopath? Child abuser? Sex defender? A murderer? Or maybe, if God helps, a drug dealer? He sighs and puts an arm below of his head, shutting his eyes"Why aren't you in juvenile prison?" a deep, gentle voice comes
Samlin GreenhamI suddenly open my eyes.I blink and slowly move my head. The pain in head is light, a little like when you are injected morphine.Where am I?I move myself in a seated position, then look around the room, remaining dark.It is my own room.I clamber off from the bed and stand up and switch on the light. The clothes I'm wearing is dry, surprising. The windows are opened, bringing cold air and the door is opened, so I warily step outside.Somebody brought me home.How night is it?"Mom, are you here?" I call out, wondering if someone's in our house. I stay still and try to hear any sound.It's quiet.I go downstairs and examine the front door, which is locked from inside. The grand clock says it's 7 p.m. a
I lay behind my back, before the boat, and into darkness I must row. I rowed with weak arms, watching my hands to make sure I kept hold of the oars, for I could not feel my grip. I came thus into rough water and the dark, out on the open Gulf. There I had to stop. With each oarstroke the numbness of my arms increased. My heart kept bad time, and my lungs had forgotten how to get air. I tried to row but I was not sure my arms were moving. I tried to pull the oars into the boat then, but could not. When the sweet light of a harbour patrol ship picked me out of the night like a snowflake on soot, I could not even turn my eyes away from the glare.They unclenched my hands from the oars, hauled me up out of the boat, and laid me out like a gutted blackfish on t
Bloody hell."You annoying goggles," I mutter.I lost my them again. What is wrong with them? Because of the 'Lynn' thing, I couldn't take the swimming lesson. I was confused and lost, so directly came home. And I'm guessing I can't make the afternoon lesson, too. I'm not used to swim without goggles, when I'm with many students. And another reason, despite I've been swimming for many years, I don't see well in water.Now, what?Did I really put them in bag when Jake gave?Honestly, I can't remember.Wait, maybe I have another pair.I walk hurriedly to the storeroom and start to search. I first reach to the shelf where I put my old sports items, but I've bumped into something.I swallow, gazing at the curtain.I take a deep breath and put the curtain away.
Olgarias was leaning his back on the pillow, his eyes were closed. Fever was burning through his skin all the day and at night, it had been usual for him to have nightmares lately. He would scream after midnight while sweating crazily and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, the servants had to take care of him. The Master of Health was observing his health condition and giving him medicine for cure, also trying to figure out the disease.But only Ran knew what it was. And he felt terribly guilty. His head was a complete mess and his feelings were heightened, wishing he could do something to help his master. He even thought of escaping from the capital, but he couldn't bring himself to imagine what would happen next. In Leafstone, he had somewhere to live, he had someone's protection on his life, but outside Leafstone, he was nothing. It would get harder to live his life there as a Night Walker.
San Francisco, USASeptember, 2016 Mahone tightens the knot of his black tie around his neck, then fixes the collar of his coat. Actually, suit-coat always makes him feeling uneasy, but since it's a mourning day, he can't go there with his usual outfits. It has been three days since Garrett Greenham died. His daughter Samlin is sick, haven't waken up from coma yet in hospital, it was obvious that she would have a nervous breakdown again. Her mother was devastated after seeing them, she still is. The Greenham family has already declared the news of his death in the mass media, said the cause was an unknown assailant's gunshot. The police and detectives are investigating the case, but it's useless. Lynn and Mahone clearly saw who did that and the cops won't do anything about that, because The Conditorem always controls them. Since this two brothers
Los Angelos, USAAugust 2016Lynn VandestineHe enters in this long building.The building is cloud-kissing, like it was built to stand with pride. He's feeling a bit tired because of the five hour driving, yet he can't avoid the anger in his mind.The sexy black receptionist in the desk, Landy Keller, smiles sweetly after seeing him."Handsome boy, long time no see!" She pouts playfully. "Where have you been? Oh, my mistake. Of course, you had work, didn't you?"Lynn puts his elbows on the mahogany desk, no mood in flirting with her. "Yeah, I had. Can I see Chief now?""Um...Chief's not here, Agent Stanley." Her smile immediately drops, smoothing her curly hair nervously."Landy, it's important." He ignores her, briskly stepping front to
Samlin GreenhamI suddenly open my eyes.I blink and slowly move my head. The pain in head is light, a little like when you are injected morphine.Where am I?I move myself in a seated position, then look around the room, remaining dark.It is my own room.I clamber off from the bed and stand up and switch on the light. The clothes I'm wearing is dry, surprising. The windows are opened, bringing cold air and the door is opened, so I warily step outside.Somebody brought me home.