1000 kisses deep
That night, Adrian dreamed about his father. Again. The dream was about the days when his political career was at its peak. He saw himself, just a boy of six, sitting in his dad's chair, looking at all the opened books at the table in his home office, listening to his father speaking on the phone, saying something about the chancellor, and just like each other night before, he couldn't quite hear what was it that he was saying. He remembers the sun coming into the room, peeking through the curtains...oh the sun...the warmth, the color... and than he woke up. Day 3382 without the sun, and things were not looking any better.
Prologue.
The day before, Adrian got the final order: the dismantling of his Pacifier squad. They were to continue their duties for another month, and wait for their reassignments. The order came straight from the chancellor, and Adrian couldn't help but wonder if the order had something to do with the files he found on the hard drive in his uncle's safe deposit box. He will know soon enough, Larry was already working on the decryption.
And so a new day began. Adrian got up, looked himself in the mirror, looked straight into his green eyes, and released an almost inaudible sigh of relief. No shades of deep blue, off to just another day in the office. Except, the day would turn into something completely different.
Act 1: First contact.
Adrian worked a double shift that night, covering for Larry Bronco as he was up to his ears with extracting the data from his uncle's hard drive. His post that evening was at the local theater where an interpretation of Shakespear's Much Ado about Nothing was in progress. As he was not much of a fan of theaters, he had no interest in the play until a girl playing Beatrice appeared at the stage.
Now, Adrian was never a man of many emotions. Ever since the death of his parents, and the explosion, he didn't really give much thought about emotions, sorrow, happiness...love. Nothing. Most of his heart was full of anger, gray like the sky above their heads. So what he felt at that moment, the storm that rose in him, confused him completely. One moment he was thinking about the world, doing his duty like any other day, and the next moment this.....this... girl showed up and he was different. Breath - gone. Mind - blank. Eyes - following her every movement. Heart - a steaming engine.
The play ended, everybody applauded, Adrian had no idea what the play was about, but he knew each sentence Beatrice spoke that evening. He knew each wrinkle on her dress, the color of her eyes, the tone of her voice. Based on the play's poster, her name was Susan Holmes. Susan. What a great name for an addiction, he thought.
He went back to the theater the other night, this time, as a civilian. He had to see her again. After the show, he waited for her outside. When he saw her, he smiled. She smiled back.
- "Susan", he said, "we have never met, but, I think I'm your biggest fan. My name is Adrian."
- "Please to meet you Adrian. Are you a fan of the theater as well?", replied Susan with her pure British accent. Her voice was like velvet. Her eyes, shade of bright blue, just like the clean skies in the spring.
- "Not really, no. At least I wasn't until yesterday."
- "Really? So what happened yesterday?"
- "Well...You did", said Adrian, and Susan repaid his sincerity with one of her brightest smiles.
That smile, that warm brightness, that infinite yet still brief second in time was the moment when she got him. The curves of her lips were pure poetry. Whatever little heart he had left, was hers.
Act 2: The sun.
They met again tomorrow evening at a pub near the theater. They didn't even imagine that they would spend that night together. And the night after that one. And the one after. As a matter of fact, the more they were together, the harder was for them to pull apart.
Those in the grip of a drug like heroin, cocaine or insatiable passion know what I'm talking about. I am not talking metaphorically. They couldn't get their hands off from each other, just like a drug addict cannot look at the white powder and keep his hands off of it, even if that would mean certain death. Passion is a serious thing. You either let it take over you, or do not let it shine at all.
They spent their nights intertwined, engulfed in pure passion, oiled in eachother's sweat, with Leonard Cohen's music playing in the background. They felt eachother's heartbeats, they lived and breathed like one, and time had no meaning. All of their senses were excited to a point of constant climax, every time he would touch her, he would feel her tremble, every time she would drive her nails into his back, she could feel his pulse go a bit faster.
They were deep in eachother's souls.
A 1000 kisses deep.
And they were not planning on coming back to the surface.
Those small breaks they would make, Adrian spent looking into her eyes. Looking into the sun in her eyes. The sun he misses so much and that he promised to see again. He saw a glimpse of it in her eyes. She was killing him with her smile, twitched his heart each time she would say his name with her voice of velvet. The curves of her lips were pure poetry, a masterpiece poem of unsaid words. In that hell pit of a world, she was the closest thing to an angel he could imagine.
Act 3: The discovery.
For two months, Adrian an Susan were almost inseparable. The invisible ties of their passion were almost tangible, like a kind of a cosmic force capable of moving mountains.And then one night, Adrian's phone rang relentlessly. He was in deep sleep, but he woke up right away and clumsily grabbed his phone. When he pulled the phone near his ear, he noticed that his hand smelled of Susan. His skin tingled and a warm feeling passed down his chest.
- "Hello. Adrian, can you hear me? Adrian?", Larry was whispering at the other end of the line.
- "I hear you well, Bronco. What is it? Did something happen?"
- ".....everything happened. You need to come to the headquarters. And I mean PRONTO."
"He did it", Adrian thought. "He actually did it."
- "...I'm on my way", Adrian replied and got straight out of the bed.
Susan was still sleeping, naked but entangled in the bed sheets, her pale skin reflecting the light coming from the lamp in the corner. Just as if she felt his absence, she opened her eyes, looked at him and smiled. He couldn't help but think that the waking up of a beautiful woman is the prettiest dawn there is.
-"Suze....I have to go to the headquarters. I'll be back in time for breakfast."
-"Don't worry. Just be here in time before I start missing you", then she blew him a kiss, and dropped her head back on the pillow.
He looked at her for a while longer, grabbed his long coat, and left the apartment. Only if he knew...
He was at the headquarters 25 minutes later. Larry was at his usual spot, in front of his workstation, this time clearly disturbed.
-"What is it Larry? You seem as you have seen a ghost."
-"Come and sit, Adrian" replied Larry. There was a slight tremble in his voice. "There are things you need to see."
Adrian sat down in front of Larry's screen, and there it was, the image of the car crash his parents died in.
-"What...what is this Larry?"
-"They are behind it all, Adrian. Everything. The explosion. The illness. Your father was on to them, and this is what they did to him. This is the part of the original police report. They found explosives in the car, but the report was changed. It's all their..."
Adrian's phone rang again. Unknown number.
-"Hello? Who is this?"
-"We have your....plaything with us, boy. Bring us the drive if you want to see her again."
Cold sweat ran over Adrian's forehead and a sharp weakness hit his knees.
-"Who are you? Where did you take her?"
-"Come to the warehouse at the corner of 7th and 23rd, within the hour. Bring the hard drive".
End of conversation. The beeping sound rang in his ear.
-"I have to go", Adrian said. Larry saw his pale face, and added "Should I call the guys?"
-"No. I have to do this alone", and in the next moment he was running toward his car.
The warehouse had a damp feeling about it. The air inside smelled like a mixture of fear and bad breath. Eight New world soldiers were standing armed around a chair with a blue eyed girl tied up in it, and Mr. Petroff, the chairman of Homeland security was standing behind her. He was holding a knife to her throat.
-"Not a step further Adrian.Throw me the drive". Adrian did as he was bid.
-"You have the drive you traitor. Now let her go."
-"You are in no position to give orders, kid. Have you seen what's on the drive?"
-"Yes, you fuckin' maggot. I saw everything. Let her go, and I might just let you live."
-"You are your father's son, are you not? He was not able to keep his nose out of other people's business as well".
And then it happened. The moment that kept Adrian up countless nights to come. In a split of a second, Petroff made one swift movement with his hand. The blade of the knife gleamed for a short moment and then gushes of red blood came out of Susan's throat. He pushed the chair sideways, and moved backwards into the darkness. Her blood spilled all over the floor.
He killed his sun.
Worse.
Mistake.
Ever.
Act 4: The darkness.
She was the last ray of sun he had in this world.
And the sun is no more.
And her blood on the floor filled his eyes with tears.
And rage overflowed his mind.
And the darkness overtook his soul.
Whatever little heart he had left, died with her.
Everything was gray again.
What followed then was mayhem. Sheer madness. He moved around with his two swords in his hands, driven by pain, reinforced by rage, shielded by his determination for revenge. He didn't care if he dies, and ironically, that made him even stronger. He moved swiftly between the New World soldiers, leaving a trail of blood behind him. It seemed almost as if he was dancing, it seemed as if he was cutting through the very fabric of space and time, it seemed... unreal and painful. He drew short, steady breaths, his eyes were focused and his katana was ever so precise. When he finished, there was no one left standing, it was just him, kneeling over Susan's body, lying on the red floor, the only colorful thing in the landscape of gray.
Conclusion: The second loss
Adrian spent many upcoming nights staring at the ceiling, breathing the stale air of loveless rooms, listening to voices of people coming from gray city squares, voices that seemed distant and so far away from his world. Many years later, he remembered how it was to go to bed with a butchered soul. Each drop of whiskey burned like the fire of hell. He remembered how soothing it was, that burning, that pain. How it fed his anger. How it made his desire for vengeance grow. He learned to live with it, and to keep it fed and well groomed, like a pet. He knew that his vengeance is ripe, strong enough and cold enough to be served. They took his sun away from him, and the gray city became darker than before. They took his sun away, and he swore to the memory of her two blue eyes that he will come for them.It was the day 3636 without the sun. He swore that he will come for their souls and that he will not stop until he sees the sun again.
Prologue.
The day before, Adrian got the final order: the dismantling of his Pacifier squad. They were to continue their duties for another month, and wait for their reassignments. The order came straight from the chancellor, and Adrian couldn't help but wonder if the order had something to do with the files he found on the hard drive in his uncle's safe deposit box. He will know soon enough, Larry was already working on the decryption.
And so a new day began. Adrian got up, looked himself in the mirror, looked straight into his green eyes, and released an almost inaudible sigh of relief. No shades of deep blue, off to just another day in the office. Except, the day would turn into something completely different.
Act 1: First contact.
Adrian worked a double shift that night, covering for Larry Bronco as he was up to his ears with extracting the data from his uncle's hard drive. His post that evening was at the local theater where an interpretation of Shakespear's Much Ado about Nothing was in progress. As he was not much of a fan of theaters, he had no interest in the play until a girl playing Beatrice appeared at the stage.
Now, Adrian was never a man of many emotions. Ever since the death of his parents, and the explosion, he didn't really give much thought about emotions, sorrow, happiness...love. Nothing. Most of his heart was full of anger, gray like the sky above their heads. So what he felt at that moment, the storm that rose in him, confused him completely. One moment he was thinking about the world, doing his duty like any other day, and the next moment this.....this... girl showed up and he was different. Breath - gone. Mind - blank. Eyes - following her every movement. Heart - a steaming engine.
The play ended, everybody applauded, Adrian had no idea what the play was about, but he knew each sentence Beatrice spoke that evening. He knew each wrinkle on her dress, the color of her eyes, the tone of her voice. Based on the play's poster, her name was Susan Holmes. Susan. What a great name for an addiction, he thought.
He went back to the theater the other night, this time, as a civilian. He had to see her again. After the show, he waited for her outside. When he saw her, he smiled. She smiled back.
- "Susan", he said, "we have never met, but, I think I'm your biggest fan. My name is Adrian."
- "Please to meet you Adrian. Are you a fan of the theater as well?", replied Susan with her pure British accent. Her voice was like velvet. Her eyes, shade of bright blue, just like the clean skies in the spring.
- "Not really, no. At least I wasn't until yesterday."
- "Really? So what happened yesterday?"
- "Well...You did", said Adrian, and Susan repaid his sincerity with one of her brightest smiles.
That smile, that warm brightness, that infinite yet still brief second in time was the moment when she got him. The curves of her lips were pure poetry. Whatever little heart he had left, was hers.
Act 2: The sun.
They met again tomorrow evening at a pub near the theater. They didn't even imagine that they would spend that night together. And the night after that one. And the one after. As a matter of fact, the more they were together, the harder was for them to pull apart.
Those in the grip of a drug like heroin, cocaine or insatiable passion know what I'm talking about. I am not talking metaphorically. They couldn't get their hands off from each other, just like a drug addict cannot look at the white powder and keep his hands off of it, even if that would mean certain death. Passion is a serious thing. You either let it take over you, or do not let it shine at all.
They spent their nights intertwined, engulfed in pure passion, oiled in eachother's sweat, with Leonard Cohen's music playing in the background. They felt eachother's heartbeats, they lived and breathed like one, and time had no meaning. All of their senses were excited to a point of constant climax, every time he would touch her, he would feel her tremble, every time she would drive her nails into his back, she could feel his pulse go a bit faster.
They were deep in eachother's souls.
A 1000 kisses deep.
And they were not planning on coming back to the surface.
Those small breaks they would make, Adrian spent looking into her eyes. Looking into the sun in her eyes. The sun he misses so much and that he promised to see again. He saw a glimpse of it in her eyes. She was killing him with her smile, twitched his heart each time she would say his name with her voice of velvet. The curves of her lips were pure poetry, a masterpiece poem of unsaid words. In that hell pit of a world, she was the closest thing to an angel he could imagine.
Act 3: The discovery.
For two months, Adrian an Susan were almost inseparable. The invisible ties of their passion were almost tangible, like a kind of a cosmic force capable of moving mountains.And then one night, Adrian's phone rang relentlessly. He was in deep sleep, but he woke up right away and clumsily grabbed his phone. When he pulled the phone near his ear, he noticed that his hand smelled of Susan. His skin tingled and a warm feeling passed down his chest.
- "Hello. Adrian, can you hear me? Adrian?", Larry was whispering at the other end of the line.
- "I hear you well, Bronco. What is it? Did something happen?"
- ".....everything happened. You need to come to the headquarters. And I mean PRONTO."
"He did it", Adrian thought. "He actually did it."
- "...I'm on my way", Adrian replied and got straight out of the bed.
Susan was still sleeping, naked but entangled in the bed sheets, her pale skin reflecting the light coming from the lamp in the corner. Just as if she felt his absence, she opened her eyes, looked at him and smiled. He couldn't help but think that the waking up of a beautiful woman is the prettiest dawn there is.
-"Suze....I have to go to the headquarters. I'll be back in time for breakfast."
-"Don't worry. Just be here in time before I start missing you", then she blew him a kiss, and dropped her head back on the pillow.
He looked at her for a while longer, grabbed his long coat, and left the apartment. Only if he knew...
He was at the headquarters 25 minutes later. Larry was at his usual spot, in front of his workstation, this time clearly disturbed.
-"What is it Larry? You seem as you have seen a ghost."
-"Come and sit, Adrian" replied Larry. There was a slight tremble in his voice. "There are things you need to see."
Adrian sat down in front of Larry's screen, and there it was, the image of the car crash his parents died in.
-"What...what is this Larry?"
-"They are behind it all, Adrian. Everything. The explosion. The illness. Your father was on to them, and this is what they did to him. This is the part of the original police report. They found explosives in the car, but the report was changed. It's all their..."
Adrian's phone rang again. Unknown number.
-"Hello? Who is this?"
-"We have your....plaything with us, boy. Bring us the drive if you want to see her again."
Cold sweat ran over Adrian's forehead and a sharp weakness hit his knees.
-"Who are you? Where did you take her?"
-"Come to the warehouse at the corner of 7th and 23rd, within the hour. Bring the hard drive".
End of conversation. The beeping sound rang in his ear.
-"I have to go", Adrian said. Larry saw his pale face, and added "Should I call the guys?"
-"No. I have to do this alone", and in the next moment he was running toward his car.
The warehouse had a damp feeling about it. The air inside smelled like a mixture of fear and bad breath. Eight New world soldiers were standing armed around a chair with a blue eyed girl tied up in it, and Mr. Petroff, the chairman of Homeland security was standing behind her. He was holding a knife to her throat.
-"Not a step further Adrian.Throw me the drive". Adrian did as he was bid.
-"You have the drive you traitor. Now let her go."
-"You are in no position to give orders, kid. Have you seen what's on the drive?"
-"Yes, you fuckin' maggot. I saw everything. Let her go, and I might just let you live."
-"You are your father's son, are you not? He was not able to keep his nose out of other people's business as well".
And then it happened. The moment that kept Adrian up countless nights to come. In a split of a second, Petroff made one swift movement with his hand. The blade of the knife gleamed for a short moment and then gushes of red blood came out of Susan's throat. He pushed the chair sideways, and moved backwards into the darkness. Her blood spilled all over the floor.
He killed his sun.
Worse.
Mistake.
Ever.
Act 4: The darkness.
She was the last ray of sun he had in this world.
And the sun is no more.
And her blood on the floor filled his eyes with tears.
And rage overflowed his mind.
And the darkness overtook his soul.
Whatever little heart he had left, died with her.
Everything was gray again.
What followed then was mayhem. Sheer madness. He moved around with his two swords in his hands, driven by pain, reinforced by rage, shielded by his determination for revenge. He didn't care if he dies, and ironically, that made him even stronger. He moved swiftly between the New World soldiers, leaving a trail of blood behind him. It seemed almost as if he was dancing, it seemed as if he was cutting through the very fabric of space and time, it seemed... unreal and painful. He drew short, steady breaths, his eyes were focused and his katana was ever so precise. When he finished, there was no one left standing, it was just him, kneeling over Susan's body, lying on the red floor, the only colorful thing in the landscape of gray.
Conclusion: The second loss
Adrian spent many upcoming nights staring at the ceiling, breathing the stale air of loveless rooms, listening to voices of people coming from gray city squares, voices that seemed distant and so far away from his world. Many years later, he remembered how it was to go to bed with a butchered soul. Each drop of whiskey burned like the fire of hell. He remembered how soothing it was, that burning, that pain. How it fed his anger. How it made his desire for vengeance grow. He learned to live with it, and to keep it fed and well groomed, like a pet. He knew that his vengeance is ripe, strong enough and cold enough to be served. They took his sun away from him, and the gray city became darker than before. They took his sun away, and he swore to the memory of her two blue eyes that he will come for them.It was the day 3636 without the sun. He swore that he will come for their souls and that he will not stop until he sees the sun again.
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