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Sven Loss: The Humble beginnings

"Karo Natasha is her name and she endeavors in drugs" Stanley said as he gazed into the sky. The dawn was beautiful as the reddish sun rays kissed the horizon with more passion as they waved goodbye.

" Woof.... Wooof..." the dog barked at him, raising his ears as if he could understand what he just said.

"Chill Wolf bane, we are not going to her this time, our next mission is Sven Loss" He paused as if to create tension to the listening dog, a kind of suspense you only find when a seer is telling the future.

"Have I ever told you about his story?" Stanley continued while he patted the dogs head, the response from the dog was to lick his small hands and the  boy loved it. It was the only gesture of love he has ever received in all his life, Wolf bane was his only family apart from his dying grandma.

"I guess not, now you see..." Stanley Begun...

Her foot-steps could be heard from yards away as she was the only one on that alley. Her heart beats were going faster than her feet's pace, she could it beating through her hears.

"God please, don't let them catch me" she thought to her-self as she struggled to look back. The dead darkness of the alley absorbed most sense of light from the broken street lights. She could only see faint figures of men running towards her.

"Hey, you..., you better not go there...." a drunk man who leaned on the alley's wall spat to her as she twisted her leg on a road hole, she lost her balance and fell on the hard road.

"Oh my God!.." she exclaimed as she bumped into an old drunk.

"Oi, sorry for the bump mate!, but this is not an environment for a lady" the drunkard said as he moved closer to her. In her mind it wasn't the man she feared, her mind and senses were all focused on the men who have been chasing her.

"Please stop them, please..." she cried as she held her bruised left ankle, which she suffered on the chase, her eyes were dried of tears but were not void of the terror, her voice explained all the horror she had seen.

"Stop who, there is no one here mate, just a bunch of alley cats, I was just taking a pisser my-self" the drunkard struggling to stand still. His hand was holding an almost empty bottle of Vodka which managed to slip when they bumped into each other.

"Stop Mr. Loss, Stop Sven Loss..." She whispered...she then turned back to see if the figures in the shadows were already there. She had given up running, her ankle had enough to absorb, all hope for survival is gone for her.

"Who is Sven Loss?" the man asked as he looked back to see if anyone was closer. He saw nothing but darkness that fed on the alley's dumpsters and made them seem as people.

"Shhhh, don't say his name out loud, he can hear you, he is everywhere and he is nowhere, his name is cursed" the words escaped her mouth, she knew better than to talk about the man who was capable of extinguishing any flare of life in anyone on earth with just a finger snap.

"Leme help you" The man knelt down to take a closer look on her sprained ankle, his drunk eyes could perfectly see that the lady had bruises all over her legs.

"Donnt touch me" She jerked back to avoid his touch. "You cannot help me, I am already dead", She added as she pulled her hand bag closer to her. She opened it and took out a gun and pointed it at the man.

"Wow, there missy, don't shoot" he suddenly sobered up, raising his hands in the dry dark air as if surrendering to a man who has more muscle than him, his life and his bottle of Vodka were the only thing that mattered to him and he was about to loose both.

" It is ten times better if I kill you now, because now, that you have heard his name, he will find you, and kill you. None one ever mentions his name and lives, he name is the secret to death" She fixed her eyes on him as she said it.

"You better Run, before Sven Loss catches you" She said as she turned the gun to her temple and shot her-self "BOOOM".

Everything happened so fast for the man to understand, the blood from the gun shot splattered on his face. The loud bang deafened him, but in his head, her voice still lingered "You better Run before Sven Loss catches you" he stood up and started running. 

"How do you like the story Bane?" Stanley asked as he kissed the dog's forehead. The dog's tail and ears rose up as if he understood the whole narrative. 

"Don't give me those eyes, it's just a story boy, and we better go home now; grandma is probably wishing we are dead".  He slowly rose up from the green grass he sat on and held the dog's leash.

"Home Bane, Home" he said as he stretched his walking stick he has been using ever since he started walking up right, his was born with blindness and has never seen the light of day and this helped his imagination skills. The dog has been his guide and family.

"You know what Bane, I think, Sven Loss will kill me one day, and when he does, live to tell my tale" He said to the dog whose nose was busy sniffing the ground as he lead Stan home.

"CUUUUUT", Elizabeth yelled her chords out leaving visible her neck blood vessels.

"Fred you missed it again, aghhh, all you had to say was I think Sven Loss will kill us tonight, that is all, for Pete's sake, how did you even act in that Stench movie..gosh" she dropped her diary as a display of her frustration.

"I am sorry boss" Fred said as he released the dog who quickly run off, even it knew that the acting was over.

"Lizzy, the boy did good, one missed word cannot be used to judge his whole performance. Can't you see how he acts blind, his bond to the dog and above all how he tells the story and makes it real" Stuart, the managing director of Novel Corp said with his hands on his waist. His fluffy fat hands were not proportional to his thin hairy legs that could be seen through the shorts he wore.

"Go clean your face boy, go freshen up" he kindly said to Fred as he pointed to the water closet.

"It his first piece of real shooting Lizzy, he will get it right and I'm sure he is the next big thing in this company and the acting industry" Stuart added. His pale white skin was as if he was lacking blood but his words were always filled with motivation especially to young actors. He had so much confidence in Fred, he knew only a few actors who at the age of the boy could act better than him.

"Perfection Stuart, the boy lacks the concentration" Elizabeth said as he pointed and snapped her long fingers to the camera men to set up the scene again for shooting. She was a perfectionist to the core and it helped her rise and become one of the best movie directors in the country. Stuart shook his head in disappointment, his feelings were she was being too hard on Fred, a young actor from a rough family background.

Every body in the crew knew that Fred had the capacity to become a good actor from how he passed the interviews. He conducted him self with well, listening and doing his best.

"Whats taking him so long, we are about to start shooting , where is Fred?" she yelled again, this time to no one specifically but everyone who heard her.

"I am going to check on him" Stuart said as he rose from his seat, took his black cap and kept it on his head to conceal his baldness.

"Hurry up Stuart, we don't have all day", Elizabeth said, " Hurry up with the setting too, can someone do something worthwhile, please..!" Elizabeth turned and yelled as she pointed randomly to everyone. Her mouth was as fast as she could think, Stuart being the boss respected her because it was her efforts that were propelling the company forward. 

He turned back and smiled at the scene of her hard work, she had a vision of a perfect setting and she managed to work everyone to attain the scene just as she imagines, "she is superb"  he thought as he approached the male toilets.

"Hey Fred you better,.." Stuart stopped abruptly. The blood was splattered on the floor making a trail. Stuarts' pupils dilated and his breathing elevated.

"Heeeeelp..... Somebody" Stuart yelled as he pushed open the toilet door where he found Fred lying on the floor, lifelessly bleeding!.