Whitewashed Dreams (A Chat blanc Story)

❦Drunkers❦

I seat near a tree, resting in the shade, protecting myself from particularly the glaring shines of the sun that day. The fire took out most of the surrounding fields. Thankfully the wood is still intact and filled with game. The child spots me, and sits beside me. Tired of cleaning up learning that day all the death wood and ashes, I don't bother to push it away. It climbs on me, starts playing with my face.

I growl.

Perhaps my growls have had an effect on it before, but after a considerable amount of time of exposition to my turbulent and tempestuous temper, it got used to this tumultuous temperament of mine. It pats my face, poking my cheeks and using my eyelids as playthings. It torments me.

Wearied of this wile affliction. I stand up with the child still glued to my head. I walk towards the pond. Unsuspecting, the naive child giggles . I approach the waters. With a speed even I didn't know I possessed, I fling the child into the murky pond. I stand there, waiting for it to resurface.

10 seconds

20 seconds

I start getting worried

30 seconds

Suddenly I get all drenched. The kid resurfaced and started splashing me. It laughs at my piteous state. Nothing in the world bothers or makes it anxious, worried. Having no care in the world. It continues the splashing onslaught, soaking me with the cloudy water.

I miss the bliss of ignorance.

It laughs

I smile

~from Songs of Hope

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"TAKE COVER, THEY GOT A SNIPER!"I hear the crazy pirate lady scream. I run and hide behind a part of a wall, well what remains of it anyways.

"Ahoy matey! Deal with anyone remaining, I am going up on that tower and taking out that lily-livered sniper!"

I nod my head as the pirate heads toward the toward in which the sniper has been camping.

Turns out that apparently the girl that has been wanting my head has a name, and showed up here about 2 weeks ago.

So we went by helicopter up to Normandy, we as in a pilot I forgot his name. Yustin? Anne Bonny and myself. What a crew.

Critical mission. Might get clue on what and why all of this is happening.

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That same morning...

"Adrien! there is a mission for you" I hear Jay say thought my door. What does he want now?

I get up from bed, look at the window, see Plagg eating chess this early, obviously, and then head to answer the door.

"Bonjour Jay, what do you mean by mission?"

"Here is the envelope, it's a secret mission and Mj wants you to gather information about this gang... apparently our tech dude found matching pics. Here take a look at these."

He hands me a couple of picture with a figure in various locations and with a different entourage seemingly in each ones. But it is her, there no question about that.

"Bianca, surname unknown. Face recognition mathces in various places including Kuala Lumpur, Maldives, Djibouti and more recently in various cities across Bulgaria. Background unknown, age unknown and the only information we have are a couple of faked visas and passport, all under the name of Bianca. So a reconnaissance mission, you go there and go find out anything you can." Completes Jay.