I'm back!
Quickly - I'm back, with a new fic. It's still in the making and hasn't yet been proof read or even BETA-ed, except by me.
It's rather different from what I usually write but I was just totally inspired and thought I'd give it a go.
It's kinda of weird for me - because lately i've been reading some excellant stuff and feel slightly out of practice.
I'd TOTALLY love feedback on what you readers (if I get any) think!! Need to totally know, whether its a waste of time or if it's something sort of worth keeping up.
Plus - if anyone would like to help me, to BETA and proof-read it, for the future chapters, I'd really appreciate it! :)
Here it is:
Title: Black Stars
Author:17thGaffer
Rating: 15 - 18 (for strong & serious themes and strong language - slash later)
Warnings: Strong themes and language (sorry if it offends)
Pairings: Muller & Badstuber (mainly - in future chapters)
Summary:Thomas is a young journalist, who’s been set up with the task of lifting the lid on the football industry. But finds that its more deadly then he’d expected and that for all the money the young guys get they always have to pay equal back.
Disclaimer:I don't know or own any of these people and don't condone any of the violence displayed. Anything portrayed in this is the work of my WEIRD imagination - you’ve been warned. XD
Episode summary: Thomas gets his new assignment in a rather unconventional way. For once he feels uncomfortable about doing a job and with everyone on his case. There’s no backing out of it.
Notes: Not much, just it's not the typical fanfic I guess. Very 'Story-heavy'.
The Journalists Heart
(Introduction - present)
Thomas didn’t want them to know. The reason had changed - but the desire was still there.
It had been all originally just meant to be a stupid dare!
Made by some of his colleagues, Peter the new guy was extremely cocky, which in that industry was perfect.
He’d been the one to suggest the stupid dare in the first place. 50euros that St.Pauli would loss the match, but of course Thomas being Thomas - had to bet the opposite.
Then Ariel added her two cents and upped the stakes - Peter losses he runs naked through Hamburg - ALL of Hamburg but….if Thomas lost - he’d have to do the one thing their boss always dreamed off but no one seemed to think was possible.
Infiltrate THE FC Hollywood and see how it all really ticks.
They all laughed about it, and then Thomas shook on it. It was a ridiculous bet. A small fantasy, maybe that his journalist heart dreamt of. But those were distant dreams. VERY distant memories.
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“You’re on!” Thomas whished now, he’d hadn’t ever uttered those words in his life.
It was tragic. Already in this first 20 minutes St.Pauli was down 1 goal. Then in the second half they conceded 2 more. At the end of the match, they even had one player sent off…..
“BUT! I can’t even play.” Protested Thomas. When it seemed his fate was sealed.
“Whatever, we’ve seen you in action.” Teased Ariel. Wagging her finger in his face. Doing her best gheddo impersonation.
“Seriously, you guys have to be on drugs. I’m an investigative journalist intern!” Thomas continued, desperately trying to plead his case.
“Exactly! Show some commitment, like when you wrote that piece about prostitution in Hamburg.” Patronized Ariel even more.
“THAT was for research!” Protested Thomas. Getting up and huffing.
“Ohh what’s this?” Grinned Peter, leaning closer to Ariel.
“Nothing, it’s a long story.” Smirked Ariel.
For the next 2 weeks,
Thomas wouldn’t get off the hook. Soon, their whole department had found out and were hounding him. But in full honesty - the idea was ridiculous. One couldn’t just march into FC Bayern München and expect to get even a security job, let alone - get onto the first team!
For a while he could put up with it, but then he got that call he dreaded most.
Right in the middle of an interview with an annoyed parent, campaigning against the new education reforms in Hamburg, Thomas felt his mobile vibrate.
“Hallo? Müller.” Said Thomas. Excusing himself politely, from the furious mother. Who hadn’t seemed to notice and was still rattling on.
“Mülli - my office now!” Came the brisk demand from his boss.
“But…but Herr. Kaiser I’m in the middle of a int-“
“NOW Müller!” Demanded Herr. Kaiser.
After trying to get the interview done with has quickly as possible. He got up and drove to his bosses house. Herr. Kaiser was known for his special ability, to never be in one place. Always on the move, and you could be considered lucky to catch him. Because the ‘Hamburg Sonntags’ was starting to get more circulation, demand was growing. Which meant Herr. Kaiser was doing more and more trips all around the country, occasionally he even did interviews himself. Thomas secretly did admire him greatly. Kaiser was there when it was nothing but a small daily. Published every Wednesday, around the Reeperbahn area mostly. But due to it’s hardcore honesty and ‘look behind the scenes - that no one actually wants to show - but see’ it had became a firm favourite of the locals. It took no sides, except for that of the audience. That’s how Kaiser always talked about the readers.
‘The audience’.
He also saw quickly that the people most in touch with the city were the youngsters. That’s why he offered almost any intern with a passion for the business and the talent a placement.
Thomas first approached them, when he turned 16 years old. On the exact day of his birthday, he walked into the main office and demanded to know about their apprenticeship programme. His brother, told him it wouldn’t work - but the receptionist herself was amazed by his determination.
After presenting some articles he pre-wrote and an interview he was offered a small inter position. At first, it didn’t seem to go anywhere. But then….well he met Kaiser.
A man of few words and even fewer desires for mind games.
(past)
He had laid it all out on the table that night, at the annual office party.
“Thomas - let me be honest with you. There are a few rules to this business. Yes, we’re a pretty modern Newspaper but, nothing changes here in the core. So - drop your pants and I’ll drop all this shitty red tap.” Said Kaiser to him, in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Fuck this….” Replied Thomas.
5 minutes later, both walked out the office. Kaiser satisfied that he still had his ‘thunder’ and Thomas a whole year advanced in his intern career, within minutes.
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(present)
Thomas pulled outside his villa, downtown Hamburg. Like expected, Kaiser was there - but was surrounded by 8 different helpers and that were packing all of his luggage. His wife was in the office sorting out some of his paper work.
“Müller! Come here”. Snapped Kaiser.
Both went into the office, where Kaiser closed the door behind them. Frau. Kaiser not paying them any attention.
She was as dedicated to the newspaper as her husband.
“You wanted to see me Herr. Kaiser?” Asked Thomas, nervously.
“Heard you lost a bet Thomas……and that you also have a talent?” Replied Kaiser.
“Erm…..no idea what your talking about?” Thomas replied, trying to play it off.
“You need to learn how to lie better. Well - at least to me.” Coldly, stated Kaiser.
He turned around and started to help his wife with some folders.
It was almost freaky, how well those two worked together. They could spend a whole day together working in sync, but not saying a single word.
“Ariel told me - that you said you’d try to get the truth of the football business by getting into Bayern München. And that you’d have a easy time, because you actually used to play attacker, at your local club, down in…..where do you come from…erm-”
“- Paderborn.” Finished his wife.
(It speaks….) Thought Thomas.
“Yeeh…..well, it was a silly bet really.” Nervously laughed Thomas.
“Thought I taught you better? Don’t ever make a bet in this industry, especially not with another journalist or reporter.” Retorted Kaiser.
He crossed his arms and frowned at Thomas. He’d always taken a liking to the boy. Even before, the office party.
“Yes. BUT - erm…..but….this….this…this is a joke Herr. Kaiser.” Tried to plead Thomas.
“My job is not a joke! It’s this newspaper duty to tell people the truth. To show them what others want to hide. To make this world look perfect….in ‘their’ way.” Growled Kaiser.
“BUT-“
“Müller! Don’t care how you do it…..don’t care with whom either…..but keep your promises boy.” And with that Kaiser walked to the door and opened it.
Thomas got pushed out by Frau. Kaiser and then pushed out the villa by one of hundreds of people that seemed to be running around the place.
How, on earth was he going to pull this off?
Just realistically - there were probably hundreds of boys that annually tried to fight their way up the youth teams. Bled their hearts out trying to impress all sorts of talent scouts, drive hours every day just to go training once a week and even moved across the country - just to get that one shot.
PLUS - Thomas didn’t even want to be a professional footballer!
Also, he’d heard the stories:
Personally, he’d never been on a report about anything related to football or the business. But he’d meet friends. One of them had even disappeared….
On the outside it looked harmless, but the stories were quite the opposite. From white-collar torture to bribery and in some things he heard - murder.
But those all were only fables. Weren’t they? In all the things he’d seen, for some
reason - this idea just didn’t seem to make sense. The football industry was simple. What on earth was there to protect? It just didn’t seem to fit for him. If truth be told, all what it is - is a bunch of guys kicking a ball around.
NO - all those ‘rumors’ were obviously just lies.
That Sport’s journalist made up to make themselves look as important - as their colleagues on the field in wars and riot areas.
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That evening Thomas went to Ariel’s apartment, in the Hafencity. The newest and trendiest part of Hamburg.
“Ideal!” Smiled Ariel.
“What?” Blurted Thomas.
“Come on! If what they say is true, then this could be the story of the century. Everyone knows, this is one of the most closed off industries! And you being able to get into one the leading clubs in the world, to lift the lid, would be explosive.” Continued Ariel.
“I think you fail to get though, that for starters I’m not even professional. Secondly it’s all a bunch of trash! I fail to see how this ‘closed off industry’ is anything scary or exciting.” Replied Thomas.
“What are you scared off? Remember that piece you wrote about extremist’s settling in Hamburg - or that piece about legal black-market prostitution. Don’t tell me you ran into charity workers during that one. Which you know what that means?” Ariel, tried her hardest to convince Thomas.
“What?” Asked Thomas, pouting slightly.
“This has got to be real! Or else Kaiser wouldn’t send you.” Answered Ariel, trying her hardest ‘buy this shit vacation deal from our cut throat travel agency’ sales pitch.
“I’m NOT even a professional footballer!” Spelled out Thomas.
“I’ve got contacts.” Dismissed Ariel, suddenly grabbing her phone and flicking through it furiously.
“What?” Asked Thomas.
“Yeh….wait…..erm….no…..wait…..oh….no….YES!” She clicked through her phone and then highlighted a name, turning the slim piece or metal around and sticking it in Thomas’ face.
“Who…Fabian…who’s that?” Curiously asked Thomas.
“Well….cutting a long story short - when I was doing my abitur I went to the same school as this girl called Sabine. Now in the last year we got really close, because she started dating my brother. Well….they almost got married…..but that didn’t work out - anyway…..where was I? Oh yeh…..she introduced me to this friend of hers called Reiner, who studied sport psychology at University and he happened to be gay……of course he had to keep it under wraps because he had just landed himself a assistant position at Hamburger SV. Now, we all went to this bar and his boyfriend was there and some of the assistant trainer interns also came by and almost caught him out. But then I stepped in and pretended that I was asking them to pose for an art piece I was drawing…..which meant he owed me big time. A couple of months later I wanted to do a interview for a big upcoming star for Hamburg SV and Reiner offered to give me exclusive first access privileges…….which in turn meant he gave me this contact guy called Fabian…..who is like some sort of assistant youth coach but also pulls a lot of strings. Fabian was so impressed on how I done the interview that he gave me his details and since then done me a lot of favours as long as I make sure the interviews always portray the exact light they want on the guys.” And with that Ariel, started to breath again.
“…….you talk really fast.” Were Thomas’ first words.
“Wow - the things you notice.” Sarcastically replied Ariel.
“And you call that in a nutshell - But…seriously - is that why you always get those interviews?” Asked Thomas.
“Yep, didn’t want to say anything. Sometimes not saying a lot holds more power.” Smirked Ariel.
“And….this guy - this Fabian, will do what for me?” Asked Thomas, starting to slowly get what Ariel might be getting at.
“What Fabian can do - is….if we ask nicely…and you give a blow job-“
“WHAT!” Cough Thomas.
“Thomas…we all know.” Waved Ariel.
“Is……maybe pull some strings with some lower league club to accept you, then recommend you to Hamburg SV, maybe make a big enough scene about you and get you noticed by Bayern.” Explained Ariel. Her more calculating side, starting to come out.
They sat for a while in silence. Thomas wasn’t sure why. Maybe, they’d started to realise what they were going to possibly do. They had taken big risks before, doing some crazy and outright stupid pieces before - but something like this.
If Thomas calculated it right, they wanted to do what only the big newspapers did - investigate a whole industry. Find all its dirty trash and wash it in the public rivers.
“You think it could work?” Asked Thomas, a hint of fear in his voice.
“I lived by the pen and died by the sword.....remember that quote Thomas?” Replied Ariel.
“How can I forget……one of the greatest journalists in history said it. I’ll never forget Friedrich.” Quietly answered Thomas.
Friedrich had been a good friend of Ariel’s and Thomas. He was one of the originals at the newspaper. Was one of the only one’s who stepped into the dangerous places. At the time when Thomas was completing his second year, the police found Friedrich’s body drowned in the docks. They’d hadn’t caught the killers, but everyone knew it was because of the people he was writing about. A group of new pimps from Romania, trying to start up new prostitution and gambling rackets.
“It was actually the last thing he said to me.” Said Thomas.
“Almost scary…but…..” Started Ariel.
“But what?” Asked Thomas.
“Nothing…..” Briskly finished Ariel.
Thomas couldn’t shake that image of Friedich’s drowned body. He loved his job - but one thing he never wanted was to end up looking like that. Which one of his colleagues being able to tell his mother what happened.
As they both sat there silently in her apartment and stared out into the black.
Thomas got a sinking feeling.
I lived by the pen and died by the sword….
-----End......TBC----
So! What did everyone think??
Hopefully, it impressed and got some interests. Second chapter coming up soon.
Sorry if it was to long or what not. Like said, helpful or alos postive feedback is appreciated.
It's rather different from what I usually write but I was just totally inspired and thought I'd give it a go.
It's kinda of weird for me - because lately i've been reading some excellant stuff and feel slightly out of practice.
I'd TOTALLY love feedback on what you readers (if I get any) think!! Need to totally know, whether its a waste of time or if it's something sort of worth keeping up.
Plus - if anyone would like to help me, to BETA and proof-read it, for the future chapters, I'd really appreciate it! :)
Here it is:
Title: Black Stars
Author:17thGaffer
Rating: 15 - 18 (for strong & serious themes and strong language - slash later)
Warnings: Strong themes and language (sorry if it offends)
Pairings: Muller & Badstuber (mainly - in future chapters)
Summary:Thomas is a young journalist, who’s been set up with the task of lifting the lid on the football industry. But finds that its more deadly then he’d expected and that for all the money the young guys get they always have to pay equal back.
Disclaimer:I don't know or own any of these people and don't condone any of the violence displayed. Anything portrayed in this is the work of my WEIRD imagination - you’ve been warned. XD
Episode summary: Thomas gets his new assignment in a rather unconventional way. For once he feels uncomfortable about doing a job and with everyone on his case. There’s no backing out of it.
Notes: Not much, just it's not the typical fanfic I guess. Very 'Story-heavy'.
The Journalists Heart
(Introduction - present)
Thomas didn’t want them to know. The reason had changed - but the desire was still there.
It had been all originally just meant to be a stupid dare!
Made by some of his colleagues, Peter the new guy was extremely cocky, which in that industry was perfect.
He’d been the one to suggest the stupid dare in the first place. 50euros that St.Pauli would loss the match, but of course Thomas being Thomas - had to bet the opposite.
Then Ariel added her two cents and upped the stakes - Peter losses he runs naked through Hamburg - ALL of Hamburg but….if Thomas lost - he’d have to do the one thing their boss always dreamed off but no one seemed to think was possible.
Infiltrate THE FC Hollywood and see how it all really ticks.
They all laughed about it, and then Thomas shook on it. It was a ridiculous bet. A small fantasy, maybe that his journalist heart dreamt of. But those were distant dreams. VERY distant memories.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“You’re on!” Thomas whished now, he’d hadn’t ever uttered those words in his life.
It was tragic. Already in this first 20 minutes St.Pauli was down 1 goal. Then in the second half they conceded 2 more. At the end of the match, they even had one player sent off…..
“BUT! I can’t even play.” Protested Thomas. When it seemed his fate was sealed.
“Whatever, we’ve seen you in action.” Teased Ariel. Wagging her finger in his face. Doing her best gheddo impersonation.
“Seriously, you guys have to be on drugs. I’m an investigative journalist intern!” Thomas continued, desperately trying to plead his case.
“Exactly! Show some commitment, like when you wrote that piece about prostitution in Hamburg.” Patronized Ariel even more.
“THAT was for research!” Protested Thomas. Getting up and huffing.
“Ohh what’s this?” Grinned Peter, leaning closer to Ariel.
“Nothing, it’s a long story.” Smirked Ariel.
For the next 2 weeks,
Thomas wouldn’t get off the hook. Soon, their whole department had found out and were hounding him. But in full honesty - the idea was ridiculous. One couldn’t just march into FC Bayern München and expect to get even a security job, let alone - get onto the first team!
For a while he could put up with it, but then he got that call he dreaded most.
Right in the middle of an interview with an annoyed parent, campaigning against the new education reforms in Hamburg, Thomas felt his mobile vibrate.
“Hallo? Müller.” Said Thomas. Excusing himself politely, from the furious mother. Who hadn’t seemed to notice and was still rattling on.
“Mülli - my office now!” Came the brisk demand from his boss.
“But…but Herr. Kaiser I’m in the middle of a int-“
“NOW Müller!” Demanded Herr. Kaiser.
After trying to get the interview done with has quickly as possible. He got up and drove to his bosses house. Herr. Kaiser was known for his special ability, to never be in one place. Always on the move, and you could be considered lucky to catch him. Because the ‘Hamburg Sonntags’ was starting to get more circulation, demand was growing. Which meant Herr. Kaiser was doing more and more trips all around the country, occasionally he even did interviews himself. Thomas secretly did admire him greatly. Kaiser was there when it was nothing but a small daily. Published every Wednesday, around the Reeperbahn area mostly. But due to it’s hardcore honesty and ‘look behind the scenes - that no one actually wants to show - but see’ it had became a firm favourite of the locals. It took no sides, except for that of the audience. That’s how Kaiser always talked about the readers.
‘The audience’.
He also saw quickly that the people most in touch with the city were the youngsters. That’s why he offered almost any intern with a passion for the business and the talent a placement.
Thomas first approached them, when he turned 16 years old. On the exact day of his birthday, he walked into the main office and demanded to know about their apprenticeship programme. His brother, told him it wouldn’t work - but the receptionist herself was amazed by his determination.
After presenting some articles he pre-wrote and an interview he was offered a small inter position. At first, it didn’t seem to go anywhere. But then….well he met Kaiser.
A man of few words and even fewer desires for mind games.
(past)
He had laid it all out on the table that night, at the annual office party.
“Thomas - let me be honest with you. There are a few rules to this business. Yes, we’re a pretty modern Newspaper but, nothing changes here in the core. So - drop your pants and I’ll drop all this shitty red tap.” Said Kaiser to him, in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Fuck this….” Replied Thomas.
5 minutes later, both walked out the office. Kaiser satisfied that he still had his ‘thunder’ and Thomas a whole year advanced in his intern career, within minutes.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(present)
Thomas pulled outside his villa, downtown Hamburg. Like expected, Kaiser was there - but was surrounded by 8 different helpers and that were packing all of his luggage. His wife was in the office sorting out some of his paper work.
“Müller! Come here”. Snapped Kaiser.
Both went into the office, where Kaiser closed the door behind them. Frau. Kaiser not paying them any attention.
She was as dedicated to the newspaper as her husband.
“You wanted to see me Herr. Kaiser?” Asked Thomas, nervously.
“Heard you lost a bet Thomas……and that you also have a talent?” Replied Kaiser.
“Erm…..no idea what your talking about?” Thomas replied, trying to play it off.
“You need to learn how to lie better. Well - at least to me.” Coldly, stated Kaiser.
He turned around and started to help his wife with some folders.
It was almost freaky, how well those two worked together. They could spend a whole day together working in sync, but not saying a single word.
“Ariel told me - that you said you’d try to get the truth of the football business by getting into Bayern München. And that you’d have a easy time, because you actually used to play attacker, at your local club, down in…..where do you come from…erm-”
“- Paderborn.” Finished his wife.
(It speaks….) Thought Thomas.
“Yeeh…..well, it was a silly bet really.” Nervously laughed Thomas.
“Thought I taught you better? Don’t ever make a bet in this industry, especially not with another journalist or reporter.” Retorted Kaiser.
He crossed his arms and frowned at Thomas. He’d always taken a liking to the boy. Even before, the office party.
“Yes. BUT - erm…..but….this….this…this is a joke Herr. Kaiser.” Tried to plead Thomas.
“My job is not a joke! It’s this newspaper duty to tell people the truth. To show them what others want to hide. To make this world look perfect….in ‘their’ way.” Growled Kaiser.
“BUT-“
“Müller! Don’t care how you do it…..don’t care with whom either…..but keep your promises boy.” And with that Kaiser walked to the door and opened it.
Thomas got pushed out by Frau. Kaiser and then pushed out the villa by one of hundreds of people that seemed to be running around the place.
How, on earth was he going to pull this off?
Just realistically - there were probably hundreds of boys that annually tried to fight their way up the youth teams. Bled their hearts out trying to impress all sorts of talent scouts, drive hours every day just to go training once a week and even moved across the country - just to get that one shot.
PLUS - Thomas didn’t even want to be a professional footballer!
Also, he’d heard the stories:
Personally, he’d never been on a report about anything related to football or the business. But he’d meet friends. One of them had even disappeared….
On the outside it looked harmless, but the stories were quite the opposite. From white-collar torture to bribery and in some things he heard - murder.
But those all were only fables. Weren’t they? In all the things he’d seen, for some
reason - this idea just didn’t seem to make sense. The football industry was simple. What on earth was there to protect? It just didn’t seem to fit for him. If truth be told, all what it is - is a bunch of guys kicking a ball around.
NO - all those ‘rumors’ were obviously just lies.
That Sport’s journalist made up to make themselves look as important - as their colleagues on the field in wars and riot areas.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
That evening Thomas went to Ariel’s apartment, in the Hafencity. The newest and trendiest part of Hamburg.
“Ideal!” Smiled Ariel.
“What?” Blurted Thomas.
“Come on! If what they say is true, then this could be the story of the century. Everyone knows, this is one of the most closed off industries! And you being able to get into one the leading clubs in the world, to lift the lid, would be explosive.” Continued Ariel.
“I think you fail to get though, that for starters I’m not even professional. Secondly it’s all a bunch of trash! I fail to see how this ‘closed off industry’ is anything scary or exciting.” Replied Thomas.
“What are you scared off? Remember that piece you wrote about extremist’s settling in Hamburg - or that piece about legal black-market prostitution. Don’t tell me you ran into charity workers during that one. Which you know what that means?” Ariel, tried her hardest to convince Thomas.
“What?” Asked Thomas, pouting slightly.
“This has got to be real! Or else Kaiser wouldn’t send you.” Answered Ariel, trying her hardest ‘buy this shit vacation deal from our cut throat travel agency’ sales pitch.
“I’m NOT even a professional footballer!” Spelled out Thomas.
“I’ve got contacts.” Dismissed Ariel, suddenly grabbing her phone and flicking through it furiously.
“What?” Asked Thomas.
“Yeh….wait…..erm….no…..wait…..oh….no….YES!” She clicked through her phone and then highlighted a name, turning the slim piece or metal around and sticking it in Thomas’ face.
“Who…Fabian…who’s that?” Curiously asked Thomas.
“Well….cutting a long story short - when I was doing my abitur I went to the same school as this girl called Sabine. Now in the last year we got really close, because she started dating my brother. Well….they almost got married…..but that didn’t work out - anyway…..where was I? Oh yeh…..she introduced me to this friend of hers called Reiner, who studied sport psychology at University and he happened to be gay……of course he had to keep it under wraps because he had just landed himself a assistant position at Hamburger SV. Now, we all went to this bar and his boyfriend was there and some of the assistant trainer interns also came by and almost caught him out. But then I stepped in and pretended that I was asking them to pose for an art piece I was drawing…..which meant he owed me big time. A couple of months later I wanted to do a interview for a big upcoming star for Hamburg SV and Reiner offered to give me exclusive first access privileges…….which in turn meant he gave me this contact guy called Fabian…..who is like some sort of assistant youth coach but also pulls a lot of strings. Fabian was so impressed on how I done the interview that he gave me his details and since then done me a lot of favours as long as I make sure the interviews always portray the exact light they want on the guys.” And with that Ariel, started to breath again.
“…….you talk really fast.” Were Thomas’ first words.
“Wow - the things you notice.” Sarcastically replied Ariel.
“And you call that in a nutshell - But…seriously - is that why you always get those interviews?” Asked Thomas.
“Yep, didn’t want to say anything. Sometimes not saying a lot holds more power.” Smirked Ariel.
“And….this guy - this Fabian, will do what for me?” Asked Thomas, starting to slowly get what Ariel might be getting at.
“What Fabian can do - is….if we ask nicely…and you give a blow job-“
“WHAT!” Cough Thomas.
“Thomas…we all know.” Waved Ariel.
“Is……maybe pull some strings with some lower league club to accept you, then recommend you to Hamburg SV, maybe make a big enough scene about you and get you noticed by Bayern.” Explained Ariel. Her more calculating side, starting to come out.
They sat for a while in silence. Thomas wasn’t sure why. Maybe, they’d started to realise what they were going to possibly do. They had taken big risks before, doing some crazy and outright stupid pieces before - but something like this.
If Thomas calculated it right, they wanted to do what only the big newspapers did - investigate a whole industry. Find all its dirty trash and wash it in the public rivers.
“You think it could work?” Asked Thomas, a hint of fear in his voice.
“I lived by the pen and died by the sword.....remember that quote Thomas?” Replied Ariel.
“How can I forget……one of the greatest journalists in history said it. I’ll never forget Friedrich.” Quietly answered Thomas.
Friedrich had been a good friend of Ariel’s and Thomas. He was one of the originals at the newspaper. Was one of the only one’s who stepped into the dangerous places. At the time when Thomas was completing his second year, the police found Friedrich’s body drowned in the docks. They’d hadn’t caught the killers, but everyone knew it was because of the people he was writing about. A group of new pimps from Romania, trying to start up new prostitution and gambling rackets.
“It was actually the last thing he said to me.” Said Thomas.
“Almost scary…but…..” Started Ariel.
“But what?” Asked Thomas.
“Nothing…..” Briskly finished Ariel.
Thomas couldn’t shake that image of Friedich’s drowned body. He loved his job - but one thing he never wanted was to end up looking like that. Which one of his colleagues being able to tell his mother what happened.
As they both sat there silently in her apartment and stared out into the black.
Thomas got a sinking feeling.
I lived by the pen and died by the sword….
-----End......TBC----
So! What did everyone think??
Hopefully, it impressed and got some interests. Second chapter coming up soon.
Sorry if it was to long or what not. Like said, helpful or alos postive feedback is appreciated.