And so I wrote a story, and after a whole bunch of years, I told one of my best friends about the story.. and he asked to make it long enough to do a comic out of it. Problem is, I haven't
But I NEED TO write, so I'm starting this series today. Now. So Help me, God.
He woke up, and he didn't know where he was, or the time.All he knew, was the pain. Dull and acute pain. Pain that was physical, and everything but physical.
He heard the sea. They should be near the harbor now.
They had him bound, gagged, and blindfolded, and hit him till he went cold and numb. 'But how?' he wondered. 'How had they found out that it was him?'
And one face came to mind, while the pain of betrayal only stung deeper like a bruise that had been cut open after.
Philippe. His best friend. He couldn't have. Wouldn't have. Or that's what he wanted to believe. But he knew better.
And the last thing he tasted in his mouth as he felt the weightlessness of the fall, was the need for revenge.
(to be continued..)
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Nice!
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