From: Joachim_Hoss@k.maus.de (Joachim Hoss)
Subject: Project V
Date: Tue, 17 Aug 93 01:45:00 GMT

Hi!

This is my first story submitted to alt.cyber.chatsubo.
It is not long (not yet) but will continue if not to many of you out there
complain about it. I'm from germany, so please excuse any bad english.

OK. Now let's start.

"Project V" Part One "The First Night"
Copyright 1993 by Joachim Hoss, all rights reserved.
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Project V

The First Night

Red. Everything was red, is red. My hands are red. Red of her blood.
Blood spilled. Oh look, it covers the floor. Covers her up to her legs.
It even covers her skirt. Her skirt is ruined. I can't even see the beautiful
flowers on it anymore. It's soaked with her blood. Seems to be black now. Even
her breasts are splattered with the red. And her hair.
Her grey eyes look like brocken marbles. Staring out. My fingers touch her
eyes, closing them.

"Stop that, will you please?"
A Voice, her voice, echoing through the room.
"Someday I am going to puke while you are doing this"
"But you too enjoy it, don't you?", I'm asking back.
"You want me to do this. You want to watch. Watch."
"I am not doing this. You are.", she answers.
"Stop Bickering. The Cops are coming. Let's move up to the roof."
His voice. Strong.

I move to the door. My steps are silent. Like he has told me. The old door
creaks in it hinges as I open it. Hot air streaming up the old staicase.
Smelling of piss and dirt. Air from the street. Now I hear the sirens. Loud and
clear. Stupid Cops. They anounce their pressence to me so that I can withdraw
in time.

"Up the stairs!", he shouts. "Do you want them to catch us?"

No, Not yet. I move up the stairs. It's an old staircase. Real wood. It squeaks
as I climb the stairs. It's dark on this staircase, but Darkness is no
hindrance. I can see through it. I can see every step I'm taking. Every hole in
the wall. One is going out to the street. I can see the patrol car's lights.
All windows in this old house are nailed shut. All but the one on the first
floor, where the girl has entered with us. Entered her graveyard. Oh she
screamed so loud as my blade cut deep in her right arm. Loud and clear. Even
this dorpher, dreaming his Krystal dreams, woke up. Woke up and screamed.
Screamed and ran. And she screamed. They all scream. But she, she didn't scream
for her life. She screamed out the terror of what she could see in my eyes.

"Stop dreaming", she snapped, "or we will never get out of this old, dirty
house."

A crushing sound. The Cops have entered the house. I continue upwards.
On Top of the stairs is another door. This one is made of rusted iron. That
dosen't matter to me. I open it with force. The old lock can't cope with my
strengh. The door flies open and bangs against the bricks of the wall.
"He's on the roof!" A muffeled voice.
"The Cops are gaining on us.", he says.
We are all one the roof by now. They're standing behind me. I'm protecting
them.

"Let's put some distance between the cops and us." His voice is calm.
"Do you see that roof, over there?", he asks.
"Yes." Naturally.
"Jump."

I jump. They come with me.
I bareley reach the other side. My chest hits the wall. Air is pushed out of my
lungs. My feet find support. I climb up to the roof. I'm lying on my back on
the roof.
I can see the blue and red lights of the Cop's patrol car reflected in the
metal of an old ventilation shaft. Over my breath I can hear the cops searching
the other roof for us. They won't find us. They will think we vanished . No man
could jump so far.

I hear the muted voice of the dipatcher singing his litany of violence and
crime in the cop's radios.

Soon they leave. "Must have been the wind that banged the door open", one says.
"The Killer must have left before we arrived.", the other one agrees.

I sit up.
"We have won again!", he exclaims.
"If you do such a stupid thing again, they will catch us", she says.
"You want me to do it. You want to watch", I say.
Wind blows the hot air into my face.
I dream....


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Dorpher: Junkie
Krystal: A Drug
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The Text and all characters (OK, you havent seen any yet)
are Copyright July 1993 by Joachim Hoss, all rights reserved.

I really apreaciate all comments, criticisms, and suggestions.
You can send them to me via e-mail at:
jh@k.maus.de
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