Obscure

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

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Oh it's such a long and awful lonely day.
They know me all too well, but only time will tell.
I can't escape all these thoughts in my mind.
They're waiting to haunt me night after night.
Fighting for air, I'll fight to survive.
My soul's not for sale, I won't pay the price.

I'm crashing and burning, when life's at its coldest.
If i was you I'd run from me or rip me open. You'll see your not the only one who's hopeless.

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Now for a moment I will automatically remove my own insignificant personality and to describe events which occurred after the scene by the light of knowledge which came to us afterwards. Only in this way can I make the reader appreciate the people concerned and the strange setting in which our fate was cast.

The old Canon City is a small and very ancient cluster of half-timbered cottages on the northern border of the county of Werpa. But within the last few years its picturesque appearance and situation have attracted a number of well-to-do residents, whose villas peep out from the woods around. These woods are locally supposed to be the extreme fringe of the great Weald forest, which thins away until it reaches the northern chalk downs. A number of small shops have come into being to meet the wants of the increased population; so no doubt, Canon City turned from an ancient village into a modern town.

About the time we put our feet on our house, I handed him the phone which I used to take pictures a while ago.

Andrei's eyes glistened, his pale cheeks took a warmer hue, and his whole eager face shone with an inward light when the call for hope reached him. His thin, nervous fingers twitched as he made in contact with the surface of the phone.

"This is it" he said walking towards the living room and sat at the couch without taking off his eyes at my phone.

"Before turning into holmes and watson at least we should first clean up ." I said severely.

" I am starting to unravel the unexpected vein of your pawky humour, Jennie, against which i must learn to guard myself." He exclaimed devoutly with a chuckle and rubbed his hands.

He sprang up and hastened to change and clean his skin tinted with makeups and dirt.

Minutes have passed and after cleaning ourselves, we head down to the living room and continue what we had left a while ago.

My heart tripping over fear and hate and remembered horror. We shared sharp stares before he opened the pictures inside my phone. I don't trust him. I can't trust him. This is a dark age now, anything dark can happen. I'm not even sure if he is really blood related to uncle Grant. Since the second we laid our eyes onto each other, chaos sucked us dry.

"Wesley Nicolas. Martin Ruthon. Edward Sprouse. Nicole Janssen." His voice had more bite, his words more clipped. Andrei's eyes burned with hate as he finally lifted them to me.

"Are the names familiar to you?" His wry words cut like paper.

"Oh god," i muttered as my world suddenly got too dark to see. "My god," I muttered with an awful sigh. "Oh my god."
He looked at me.