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Vengeance
“Fuck…” Takaba groaned, slapping the white wall behind him, head tilted back, biting his lower lip. Sweat matted his hair down, plastered it against his forehead. He thought he might split, might break, God, it had been a hell of a long time.
He felt Sergei slow and place a warm hand on Takaba’s trembling stomach, “Am I… ( Read more... ) -
Vengeance (part 20)
Takaba reluctantly steered himself into bathroom, resisting the temptation to, for once, just fall into bed dressed as he was. He had to remind himself that showers were one of the few moments when he could even halfway relax, ease that constant tension that ran from the base of his skull, down his spine to the small of his back. When he ( Read more... ) -
Vengeance (part 19)
“I’m sorry. It isn’t my place to be saying so, but sir,” Sergei stressed the word, as if trying to get across the absurdity of the situation, a situation that apparently, Takaba wasn’t quite seeing eye to eye with. He raised his hands then balled them up into fists when he couldn’t find his words and dropped his arms to his sides again, ( Read more... ) -
Vengeance (part 18)
The keypad blinked green, waiting for him to open the door. It was nerve wracking, standing there and waiting, just waiting for his determination to overcome the daunting cowardice that kept him fixed to his spot, unmoving, as though he were paralyzed standing upright, fingers wrapped around the doorknob, knees stiff, and muscles taut and ( Read more... ) -
Cold (Viewfinder song ficlet)
“I’m sorry,” his whisper fell, literally, onto deaf ears.
Looking back at me I see
That I never really got it right
And did it matter to the stone whether there was a man before him or not, paying tribute to the skeleton beneath it? Not to the stone, perhaps, but to the man that knelt, it mattered. To the skeleton beneath...even to the ( Read more... ) -
Vengeance (part 17)
The burning wood cracked in the fireplace, the flame dancing to create bright batterns of flickering light on the wood paneled floor. The parlor had a warm feeling to it, as home should. It was a complete contrast from the heavy, dank atmosphere she grew up in. Family photographs were propped up above the hearth, the walls were ( Read more... ) -
Vengeance (part 16)
“Nikolai Horowitz speaking.”
“Nikolai, it’s me, Sergei.”
“Ah...” he had been thinking of Sergei just minutes ago, “any progress yet?”
“Some. I have a favor to ask. Can you make create a valid background for me,” his voice was stern and his point direct. Clearly, he had no time to lose, “one that won’t ( Read more... ) -
Vengeance (part 15)
“Is master Liu home?” Tao asked the guards as the car drove up to the entrance of the manor.
“We were told he left Macau early morning, so most likely, he is, sir.”
“Thank you,” he got out of the car to see one of the servants standing at the doorway, clearly waiting for his arrival.
“Master Tao,” he ( Read more... ) -
Vengeance (part 14)
“Jian,” Feilong kneeled so that he could look at the boy at eye-level, “Look at me?” The young boy raised his head slowly, his eyes looking up from the floor to Feilong. “Jian...” he whispered again, prepared to say the inevitable words to the young boy.
Suddenly, Jian broke into sobs, his body shaking in uneven rhythm, ( Read more... )
