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There are no windows down here. Without a view of the outside, there's no way to count the passage of time between flashes of light and waves of sound, but when the lightning is this close, there's no need. The thunder does not rumble, it cracks, and the earth shakes with it. The candle flickers and dust sprinkles down from ceiling to floor with each strike. Locke could've gone to the VFW back when the storm started. Probably should have. But when Bill Bornpang came by, he didn't hear his shout, crouched down in the basement and absorbed in his new favorite reading material.
Blut ist in der Erde. Toete das Bild.
רצח דמות. דםדַת כדור הארץ.
BLUT IST IN DER ERDE
The aged and bloodstained journal started out plainly enough. But as its author grew ill, turned to drink, cowered in his work, words started appearing in the margins, growing larger and more disordered until they dominated all the last pages.
Sangre d
E tierRa. Mata
d La iMagen. Sang. Blo
d aV skitt. DRepe bilde. Fö
lD vérja. Megöljétek A
kép...
Of all the languages, Locke can cop to understanding only two.
Sangue in terra. Uccidete la immagine.
Blood in the earth. Kill the image.
The world howls outside. In a dark room and with dark eyes, John rereads. And rereads. And rereads...
((On a different note, sorry I'm less-than-incredibly-active, guys. Haet work. :( And further apologies if I totally fucked a language up...))
Blut ist in der Erde. Toete das Bild.
רצח דמות. דםדַת כדור הארץ.
BLUT IST IN DER ERDE
The aged and bloodstained journal started out plainly enough. But as its author grew ill, turned to drink, cowered in his work, words started appearing in the margins, growing larger and more disordered until they dominated all the last pages.
Sangre d
E tierRa. Mata
d La iMagen. Sang. Blo
d aV skitt. DRepe bilde. Fö
lD vérja. Megöljétek A
kép...
Of all the languages, Locke can cop to understanding only two.
Sangue in terra. Uccidete la immagine.
Blood in the earth. Kill the image.
The world howls outside. In a dark room and with dark eyes, John rereads. And rereads. And rereads...
((On a different note, sorry I'm less-than-incredibly-active, guys. Haet work. :( And further apologies if I totally fucked a language up...))