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scorpio1690 · 01-13-2008, 04:41 AM

Part 1
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Another sun was setting, as Espoir had feared. Night time wasn't particularly anyone's favourite, people knew it brought out the worst. Crime and corruption were rampant in the slums. Police officers were bribed to look the other way, prostitution had reached an all time high, and anything that wasn't bolted down wouldn't last until morning. But not all was in total anarchy, as it was all cleverly orchestrated by Timor and Zweifel. Espoir was nothing like these two, and hoped not to ever be like them. Zweifel took joy in watching as her manipulative skills forced pawns to do her work, while Timor would merely beat his subjects into submission. Dusk was their time to shine.

"Do you smell that, Timor? It smells like the perfect night," said Zweifel, opening up the apartment window. The heavy pollution mixed with the sunset let a dark orange light into the dim building. Despite the outside appearance of the structure, the apartment had luxurious furniture and accessories. Zweifel's blonde bangs swept across her face as a breeze was let in. With ocean blue eyes she glanced over at the police officer in the room who had been cornered by Timor.

"Smells more like a pig to me," grunted Timor, as he looked down his nose at the chubby officer. Timor towered over the policeman by at least a foot and a half. His slick black hair and sharp facial features gave him the appearance of a dark angel. Strong willed, and stronger in physical might Timor picked up the cop and brought him to the window.

"Now why haven't the deliveries been taking place, Officer Lewis?" asked Zweifel.

"They have been! Just, this one's running a little late, but it'll be here I swear!" replied Officer Lewis. Sweat beads had started to form on his brow. His fear was obvious as Timor's grip on his shirt tightened.

"That's what you told us last time Lewis, what are we even paying you for if you can't get things right? I think it would just be better off for everyone if we took these affairs into our own hands, seeing how you lack the discipline to get the bank trucks rerouted through the slums!" Zweifel was growing angrier, her plan had failed, which was not acceptable. How could she live without knowing exactly every move of every piece of the board. This was a problem that had to be fixed.

"I don't think she likes you very much Mr. Lewis, and if she don't like you, I don't like you," barked Timor as he lifted Officer Lewis on to the window sill, his back to the descending sun. "You don't go far in my slums if I don't like you," he said with a grin. Lewis knew this grin, he had seen it before when he first met Timor when they moved into the slums. He knew Timor's only joy was causing pain and so when those crows feet became visible, you knew you were in trouble.

"Please, no Timor you can't do this! I've been with you and Zweifel from the start! Without me you won't have an inside man on the force, you can't manage without me!" Lewis pleaded with the brute as his heart began to race.

"We'll manage, Lewis," said Timor as he promptly pushed Officer Lewis out of the window. A loud scream and a thud followed, though he didn't hit the pavement. He hit the pile of bodies six stories below. Timor wasn't into the quick painless death thing, it just didn't float his boat. Timor was more of a man who enjoyed watching people suffer as the rats and wild dogs came for the smell of blood, and would rip apart Officer Lewis chunk by chunk along with the other bodies he threw out the window.

Zweifel couldn't concentrate, she had to figure out a way to get that bank truck to come through the slums. No one could just tell the bank, "Hey, drive you truck through the slums. Why? It's a short cut, that's why." It was just ridiculous. "You know we needed him, Timor?" said Zweifel.

"It's not hard to find a pig who'll take bribes; and if they don't take bribes, maybe I can talk some sense into them, that way we save money."

"Yes, but where are going to find the time? I mean, it's not like we can go out in daylight, all those goody-two-shoes pigs would see us, and cops don't even come to the slums at night." Zweifel was running low on ideas.

"Well why don't we just arrange for Espoir to have a run in with some thugs in the daylight?"

"How could you even suggest that?! We can't risk the life of our child!"

Espoir opened the front door, startling Zweifel and Timor. "Why is the a police car out front? Is Uncle Lewis visiting again? I haven't seen him in ages," said Espoir. Her small body would give no indication of being closely related to Timor, if not for the jet black hair there'd be no resemblance at all. She had her mothers' blue eyes and striking looks.

"No, Uncle Lewis isn't here, it must be one of the neighbours being in trouble again. How was school honey?" replied Zweifel in a loving tone.

"It was alright, on the bus ride home another homeless man jumped in front to try and get change again, but you know how it's against the rules to stop for them," Espoir said with a sad look on her face. She didn't understand why they were homeless; how they had spent all their savings on drugs and turned to a life of crime to support their habits, but even if she could understand that it wouldn't deter her from wanting to help them.

"That's a shame, he probably dented the bus," chuckled Timor as he sat down to watch their LCD TV. He flicked to the seven o'clock news.

"This is Chuck Smuland, reporting for the Channel 7 News Te-" the lights fluttered and went out.

01-13-2008, 04:41 AM	#30
scorpio1690 FFR Player Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: canada eh? Age: 35 Posts: 4,817	Re: Chaz's Writing Tournament! Subscriptions for the winner(s)! Part 1 ----------- Another sun was setting, as Espoir had feared. Night time wasn't particularly anyone's favourite, people knew it brought out the worst. Crime and corruption were rampant in the slums. Police officers were bribed to look the other way, prostitution had reached an all time high, and anything that wasn't bolted down wouldn't last until morning. But not all was in total anarchy, as it was all cleverly orchestrated by Timor and Zweifel. Espoir was nothing like these two, and hoped not to ever be like them. Zweifel took joy in watching as her manipulative skills forced pawns to do her work, while Timor would merely beat his subjects into submission. Dusk was their time to shine. "Do you smell that, Timor? It smells like the perfect night," said Zweifel, opening up the apartment window. The heavy pollution mixed with the sunset let a dark orange light into the dim building. Despite the outside appearance of the structure, the apartment had luxurious furniture and accessories. Zweifel's blonde bangs swept across her face as a breeze was let in. With ocean blue eyes she glanced over at the police officer in the room who had been cornered by Timor. "Smells more like a pig to me," grunted Timor, as he looked down his nose at the chubby officer. Timor towered over the policeman by at least a foot and a half. His slick black hair and sharp facial features gave him the appearance of a dark angel. Strong willed, and stronger in physical might Timor picked up the cop and brought him to the window. "Now why haven't the deliveries been taking place, Officer Lewis?" asked Zweifel. "They have been! Just, this one's running a little late, but it'll be here I swear!" replied Officer Lewis. Sweat beads had started to form on his brow. His fear was obvious as Timor's grip on his shirt tightened. "That's what you told us last time Lewis, what are we even paying you for if you can't get things right? I think it would just be better off for everyone if we took these affairs into our own hands, seeing how you lack the discipline to get the bank trucks rerouted through the slums!" Zweifel was growing angrier, her plan had failed, which was not acceptable. How could she live without knowing exactly every move of every piece of the board. This was a problem that had to be fixed. "I don't think she likes you very much Mr. Lewis, and if she don't like you, I don't like you," barked Timor as he lifted Officer Lewis on to the window sill, his back to the descending sun. "You don't go far in my slums if I don't like you," he said with a grin. Lewis knew this grin, he had seen it before when he first met Timor when they moved into the slums. He knew Timor's only joy was causing pain and so when those crows feet became visible, you knew you were in trouble. "Please, no Timor you can't do this! I've been with you and Zweifel from the start! Without me you won't have an inside man on the force, you can't manage without me!" Lewis pleaded with the brute as his heart began to race. "We'll manage, Lewis," said Timor as he promptly pushed Officer Lewis out of the window. A loud scream and a thud followed, though he didn't hit the pavement. He hit the pile of bodies six stories below. Timor wasn't into the quick painless death thing, it just didn't float his boat. Timor was more of a man who enjoyed watching people suffer as the rats and wild dogs came for the smell of blood, and would rip apart Officer Lewis chunk by chunk along with the other bodies he threw out the window. Zweifel couldn't concentrate, she had to figure out a way to get that bank truck to come through the slums. No one could just tell the bank, "Hey, drive you truck through the slums. Why? It's a short cut, that's why." It was just ridiculous. "You know we needed him, Timor?" said Zweifel. "It's not hard to find a pig who'll take bribes; and if they don't take bribes, maybe I can talk some sense into them, that way we save money." "Yes, but where are going to find the time? I mean, it's not like we can go out in daylight, all those goody-two-shoes pigs would see us, and cops don't even come to the slums at night." Zweifel was running low on ideas. "Well why don't we just arrange for Espoir to have a run in with some thugs in the daylight?" "How could you even suggest that?! We can't risk the life of our child!" Espoir opened the front door, startling Zweifel and Timor. "Why is the a police car out front? Is Uncle Lewis visiting again? I haven't seen him in ages," said Espoir. Her small body would give no indication of being closely related to Timor, if not for the jet black hair there'd be no resemblance at all. She had her mothers' blue eyes and striking looks. "No, Uncle Lewis isn't here, it must be one of the neighbours being in trouble again. How was school honey?" replied Zweifel in a loving tone. "It was alright, on the bus ride home another homeless man jumped in front to try and get change again, but you know how it's against the rules to stop for them," Espoir said with a sad look on her face. She didn't understand why they were homeless; how they had spent all their savings on drugs and turned to a life of crime to support their habits, but even if she could understand that it wouldn't deter her from wanting to help them. "That's a shame, he probably dented the bus," chuckled Timor as he sat down to watch their LCD TV. He flicked to the seven o'clock news. "This is Chuck Smuland, reporting for the Channel 7 News Te-" the lights fluttered and went out.