STORY MONSTER - Episode 21 | Dellie's Things
They eat. Mechanical, almost like robots, termos think Renier. What the hell is going on here? They all those capsules as a man, and almost threw in step with each other in their throats. Monks, in line, think Renier dry, and took another bite of the sandwich.
Across the table, burst a large double wooden door. A massive black man in a bright white uniform, step tackled dining hall. Renier noticed how some of the men to pieces pulled him from fear. This is the caretaker. The captain of their thousand. Renier keep him along track as he rounded the table step.
Unexpectedly, includes a grip of steel to Renier's shoulders, and he was blown up. Instinctively steel himself against the handle. As his feet touched stage he stuck, and with every ounce of strength in him he knocked his head back. He feels he makes contact with his attacker's face, and the grip to relax his shoulders.
He pulled away and swung around. The big man's nose was bleeding, and his eyes were starting to swell. For a moment flietende, there recognition between them. Renier can not take the face, but he knows he knows the man. The sentiment is reflected in the large black face opposite him. This allows both of them for a second hesitate, then stormed the black man forward. Renier retreat, and avoid the muscular arm, he hit the man with everything he has in the face. Again staggered the colossus back.
Jesus, no man can stand for that love, thought Renier scowling. Yet, there comes a deep growl from the man before him. Renier fall back on. His opponent, however, realized termos that he was not having a layman to do. The big man's whole attitude changed, and Renier recognize the position he takes. The block of strokes, the strike when your opponent off-balance .... all deadly dance of hand to hand warfare ... .. this is one of his people, realized Renier.
They meet again, and fall, and circle each other. termos Everyone knows what to expect next. Renier fold suddenly his legs under him, and falls to the ground. It has the big man is not expected. You would not think Renier, because this one is not in the fucking manual. Renier stamping his hand palm up, in the man's private parts.
The giant double fold. The fight will not go further. Renier recover quickly, and came up. He saw to let the angel completely. termos Once the needle deep soaking into his upper arm, and he with such force that fly by the needle in his arm, left, and the warm gust immediately came over him, he saw her standing there.
Between breakfast and dinner, you will be exposed to the images. It flashes across the screen, repeatedly, it burns ... .. even in your brain, then in your grain in. Day in and day out. Hours at a time, you sit and stare at the images. First you are not sure you are looking at later you're not sure who is watching, later it was just a sea of information, which you burn. You think it's you, later you are no longer sure. You dream, nightmares of blood and madness. Suddenly termos the images. Euphoria. It's who you are. You are an angel. Part of a greater termos power. Part of the big powerful machine that the universe operates. Without you, it may not work. You ARE God.
Peter, the big black man, serve every morning, and every night she injections. The large face searchingly about Renier's left move. Renier not understand. Sometimes, through the fog, twitching reality to him.
Four weeks later, sitting Renier in the small room. The little red light on the camera on the opposite wall, giving a last flicker and die. Renier feel a strange loss. That red light is his only link to reality. That red light represents the world outside this hell.
She disappeared for its assertion that it would investigate.
Dirk search in the dark after Marius's phone. He pushes Marius away from him, so he rests against the door of the BMW. The mobile phone is between the seats. He crawled through the call history and call Helen's number.
"How the nut should I know." Marius whining.
Marius lay groaning on the bed in the master bedroom. The metamorphosis in the old man, is exceptional. In an instant he changed from a shaky old man, to a doctor. Suddenly the hands quiet, and secure. He slapped his tongue as he looked at the wound.
Twenty minutes later, and with Marius now calm after the old man chased him full anesthetic, the doctor puts a small piece of metal carefully with tweezers down on the nightstand.
"However, small caliber, I know weapons, sir, 'muttered the doctor he was very happy. The wound is clean, no bones were made, no muscles are too badly injured. Two weeks from now he will have forgotten this. "
"Thanks doc says Dirk simple. "Baby Browning. One of those badges that you can stick in your hand, and no one will know. Such weapons have their places. Handbags of old women, for example. '
They eat. Mechanical, almost like robots, termos think Renier. What the hell is going on here? They all those capsules as a man, and almost threw in step with each other in their throats. Monks, in line, think Renier dry, and took another bite of the sandwich.
Across the table, burst a large double wooden door. A massive black man in a bright white uniform, step tackled dining hall. Renier noticed how some of the men to pieces pulled him from fear. This is the caretaker. The captain of their thousand. Renier keep him along track as he rounded the table step.
Unexpectedly, includes a grip of steel to Renier's shoulders, and he was blown up. Instinctively steel himself against the handle. As his feet touched stage he stuck, and with every ounce of strength in him he knocked his head back. He feels he makes contact with his attacker's face, and the grip to relax his shoulders.
He pulled away and swung around. The big man's nose was bleeding, and his eyes were starting to swell. For a moment flietende, there recognition between them. Renier can not take the face, but he knows he knows the man. The sentiment is reflected in the large black face opposite him. This allows both of them for a second hesitate, then stormed the black man forward. Renier retreat, and avoid the muscular arm, he hit the man with everything he has in the face. Again staggered the colossus back.
Jesus, no man can stand for that love, thought Renier scowling. Yet, there comes a deep growl from the man before him. Renier fall back on. His opponent, however, realized termos that he was not having a layman to do. The big man's whole attitude changed, and Renier recognize the position he takes. The block of strokes, the strike when your opponent off-balance .... all deadly dance of hand to hand warfare ... .. this is one of his people, realized Renier.
They meet again, and fall, and circle each other. termos Everyone knows what to expect next. Renier fold suddenly his legs under him, and falls to the ground. It has the big man is not expected. You would not think Renier, because this one is not in the fucking manual. Renier stamping his hand palm up, in the man's private parts.
The giant double fold. The fight will not go further. Renier recover quickly, and came up. He saw to let the angel completely. termos Once the needle deep soaking into his upper arm, and he with such force that fly by the needle in his arm, left, and the warm gust immediately came over him, he saw her standing there.
Between breakfast and dinner, you will be exposed to the images. It flashes across the screen, repeatedly, it burns ... .. even in your brain, then in your grain in. Day in and day out. Hours at a time, you sit and stare at the images. First you are not sure you are looking at later you're not sure who is watching, later it was just a sea of information, which you burn. You think it's you, later you are no longer sure. You dream, nightmares of blood and madness. Suddenly termos the images. Euphoria. It's who you are. You are an angel. Part of a greater termos power. Part of the big powerful machine that the universe operates. Without you, it may not work. You ARE God.
Peter, the big black man, serve every morning, and every night she injections. The large face searchingly about Renier's left move. Renier not understand. Sometimes, through the fog, twitching reality to him.
Four weeks later, sitting Renier in the small room. The little red light on the camera on the opposite wall, giving a last flicker and die. Renier feel a strange loss. That red light is his only link to reality. That red light represents the world outside this hell.
She disappeared for its assertion that it would investigate.
Dirk search in the dark after Marius's phone. He pushes Marius away from him, so he rests against the door of the BMW. The mobile phone is between the seats. He crawled through the call history and call Helen's number.
"How the nut should I know." Marius whining.
Marius lay groaning on the bed in the master bedroom. The metamorphosis in the old man, is exceptional. In an instant he changed from a shaky old man, to a doctor. Suddenly the hands quiet, and secure. He slapped his tongue as he looked at the wound.
Twenty minutes later, and with Marius now calm after the old man chased him full anesthetic, the doctor puts a small piece of metal carefully with tweezers down on the nightstand.
"However, small caliber, I know weapons, sir, 'muttered the doctor he was very happy. The wound is clean, no bones were made, no muscles are too badly injured. Two weeks from now he will have forgotten this. "
"Thanks doc says Dirk simple. "Baby Browning. One of those badges that you can stick in your hand, and no one will know. Such weapons have their places. Handbags of old women, for example. '
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