First Time Fic Tell Me What You Think :)
November 5, 2046
Adam couldn't stop thinking about something though he couldn't quite firgure out what. Maybe he had just drank a little too much though it's not like he could remember. How long had he been here? He couldn't remember that either. Then he turned his head slightly to the left to see a nice looking young man sitting at a table all alone. Huh. He thought and turned his attention back to his Dirty Martini, suddenly right at that moment as if a lightning bolt had struck him; he remembered. A figure. No a man, with brown hair and brown eyes and the most beautiful smile. No. He thinks but to no avail. He tries to drink the image away but he couldn't, it kept coming back like some ghost seeking revenge.There was two figures now one wich he doesn't find pleasant at all and that of the beautiful man. As if in some corny movie they were smiling and laughing. He couldn't remember ever doing that. His hand moved seemingly of it's own volition to his watch around his neck. A constant reminder of time and of that man. Of what he tries every night to forget, but can't. Because it's not as simple as tossing some old little relic into the lake or ocean. No, this watch is his life. Litteraly.
He looked up, reached for his wallet and grabbed 10 Euros and placed them on the counter. He didn't recall any of his Martini's ever costing more than 5 Euros ever, no matter how dirty they were. He tried not to look back to the lonely man sitting in that table, but he looked anyway. Peering from the corner he was in he stared at the man and to his surprise he looked just like... Him. Then he found his hand moving towards his face to wipe away a tear. He looked down at the lone drop hanging on his finger and gasped. I have to get out of here. Now. With that he raced to the door and walked into the cool night air of Bruges.
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Suprisingly Adam found his way saftley back to his villa, a nice villa very close to a lake, in an isolated part of town. In isolated Belgium. Where nobody would ever think to look for him. He grumbled his way up the stairs because it wasn't even daylight and his head was already banging. Adam opened the door turned around and shut the lock tight all six of them. You can never have enough home security. Then he staggered his way to the living room and crashed on the couch. Almost immedietly he heard two men whispering somewhere nearby. Ugh. He groaned annoyed. He really wasn't in the mood. The whispering suddenly stopped, and all he could hear was a soft hissing noise... "Shit!" He jumped up suddenly, ran to his bedroom and headed for the window, perched one foot on the opening and waited. He doesn't know what posseses him to just wait for the hunters to come in but he does because these differ from other hunter that Auron has sent. They're making it way too obvious...
Like clockwork, the dynamite that had been placed at his door exploded creating a hole in the front door. Only one stick of dynamite? He placed his foot back inside the house. Oh... He noticed they were dressed in cheap clothing and were carrying flashlights. False alarm. They were lifting up his lamp, clock, and other belongings, but they weren't taking them. Bugs! He sprinted his way over to them and stretched out both of his arms and held them tightly against the wall. Both men grunted in surprise. "Who sent you?!" He screamed at them and snarled when they didn't respond. "Look either you answer me right now or I push a little harder and you'll both die slowly and painfully." One of the men spit in Adam's face and said, "We ain't gonna say nothing...Valker" Adam felt his chest constrict and his mind went blank.
He punched the silent one in the gut violently causing the man to fall to the floor unconcious. Then he got the other man, cockiness gone from his features, now filled with fear. Adam punched then man in the face and kicked him in the stomach several times before he regained control and set the man down. His face covered with bruises and blood spilling from his lips. Small pained whimpers escaping his fucked up lip. Adam breathed in sharply, "Now are you going to tell me?" The man looked up at him , tears in his eyes. "He said, 'Don't say tell him anything about anything, no matter what.' and-" he coughed up lots of blood on the burgandy carpet "a-and that's what i'm gonna do." He looked down and then said, "Except that we got him." Adam opened his eyes wide with shock. Fear shook him from head to toe.
"WHO?!" Adam looked down at where the helpless man sat. Adam looked at him desperatly now hearing the mans beating heart slowing down with every second. No. NO! He lifted one hand to his bleeding face and the other he put it on the man's heart. Just so he can tell me- he felt his eyes water. Slowly he reached into his heart to pull out the strength to heal this wicked man. A light shone brightly out of his hand. The man's breathing started to reach a normal pace. The bad thing about some of his powers was that he could heal inguries recently made but he couildn't make their blood go back into their bodies. He had about 15 minutes tops. "Who!? It's a man right? What does he look like? Tell me?!" The man breathed in and told him, "Come closer..." Anger and frustration was all Adam felt but he complied with the man's instructions. Cautiously moving closer he asked a little calmer this time, "Who do you have?" He whispered heavy in his ear, "Kris..." And then like in some horror movie he was gone. Dead. He stared back at the other unmoving body. "You better hope you live, motherfucker."
Adam couldn't stop thinking about something though he couldn't quite firgure out what. Maybe he had just drank a little too much though it's not like he could remember. How long had he been here? He couldn't remember that either. Then he turned his head slightly to the left to see a nice looking young man sitting at a table all alone. Huh. He thought and turned his attention back to his Dirty Martini, suddenly right at that moment as if a lightning bolt had struck him; he remembered. A figure. No a man, with brown hair and brown eyes and the most beautiful smile. No. He thinks but to no avail. He tries to drink the image away but he couldn't, it kept coming back like some ghost seeking revenge.There was two figures now one wich he doesn't find pleasant at all and that of the beautiful man. As if in some corny movie they were smiling and laughing. He couldn't remember ever doing that. His hand moved seemingly of it's own volition to his watch around his neck. A constant reminder of time and of that man. Of what he tries every night to forget, but can't. Because it's not as simple as tossing some old little relic into the lake or ocean. No, this watch is his life. Litteraly.
He looked up, reached for his wallet and grabbed 10 Euros and placed them on the counter. He didn't recall any of his Martini's ever costing more than 5 Euros ever, no matter how dirty they were. He tried not to look back to the lonely man sitting in that table, but he looked anyway. Peering from the corner he was in he stared at the man and to his surprise he looked just like... Him. Then he found his hand moving towards his face to wipe away a tear. He looked down at the lone drop hanging on his finger and gasped. I have to get out of here. Now. With that he raced to the door and walked into the cool night air of Bruges.
***
Suprisingly Adam found his way saftley back to his villa, a nice villa very close to a lake, in an isolated part of town. In isolated Belgium. Where nobody would ever think to look for him. He grumbled his way up the stairs because it wasn't even daylight and his head was already banging. Adam opened the door turned around and shut the lock tight all six of them. You can never have enough home security. Then he staggered his way to the living room and crashed on the couch. Almost immedietly he heard two men whispering somewhere nearby. Ugh. He groaned annoyed. He really wasn't in the mood. The whispering suddenly stopped, and all he could hear was a soft hissing noise... "Shit!" He jumped up suddenly, ran to his bedroom and headed for the window, perched one foot on the opening and waited. He doesn't know what posseses him to just wait for the hunters to come in but he does because these differ from other hunter that Auron has sent. They're making it way too obvious...
Like clockwork, the dynamite that had been placed at his door exploded creating a hole in the front door. Only one stick of dynamite? He placed his foot back inside the house. Oh... He noticed they were dressed in cheap clothing and were carrying flashlights. False alarm. They were lifting up his lamp, clock, and other belongings, but they weren't taking them. Bugs! He sprinted his way over to them and stretched out both of his arms and held them tightly against the wall. Both men grunted in surprise. "Who sent you?!" He screamed at them and snarled when they didn't respond. "Look either you answer me right now or I push a little harder and you'll both die slowly and painfully." One of the men spit in Adam's face and said, "We ain't gonna say nothing...Valker" Adam felt his chest constrict and his mind went blank.
He punched the silent one in the gut violently causing the man to fall to the floor unconcious. Then he got the other man, cockiness gone from his features, now filled with fear. Adam punched then man in the face and kicked him in the stomach several times before he regained control and set the man down. His face covered with bruises and blood spilling from his lips. Small pained whimpers escaping his fucked up lip. Adam breathed in sharply, "Now are you going to tell me?" The man looked up at him , tears in his eyes. "He said, 'Don't say tell him anything about anything, no matter what.' and-" he coughed up lots of blood on the burgandy carpet "a-and that's what i'm gonna do." He looked down and then said, "Except that we got him." Adam opened his eyes wide with shock. Fear shook him from head to toe.
"WHO?!" Adam looked down at where the helpless man sat. Adam looked at him desperatly now hearing the mans beating heart slowing down with every second. No. NO! He lifted one hand to his bleeding face and the other he put it on the man's heart. Just so he can tell me- he felt his eyes water. Slowly he reached into his heart to pull out the strength to heal this wicked man. A light shone brightly out of his hand. The man's breathing started to reach a normal pace. The bad thing about some of his powers was that he could heal inguries recently made but he couildn't make their blood go back into their bodies. He had about 15 minutes tops. "Who!? It's a man right? What does he look like? Tell me?!" The man breathed in and told him, "Come closer..." Anger and frustration was all Adam felt but he complied with the man's instructions. Cautiously moving closer he asked a little calmer this time, "Who do you have?" He whispered heavy in his ear, "Kris..." And then like in some horror movie he was gone. Dead. He stared back at the other unmoving body. "You better hope you live, motherfucker."