The Strange Life of Maxime

The beginning

Maxime moved in a new house and then strange things started happening, one day he was chopping wood , left alone in his grandparents house and he found the axe under the table and kept his sense of humor about the whole thing. - The first year living with him was mostly uneventful, one day it was morning, everything was normal, when he noticed something in the corner of the kitchen. He walked to the corner and found it was a box. - It was long and thick, the box was covered in zippers and seemed to have "cans" connected to it. When he opened the lid it looked like a large jar. - He walked to the cabinet and he noticed that it was filled with big silver beans. - The next day he was comingrom working in the garden and he came down the stairs and opened the door to see a really big jar, this was only for water, all of his water was still there, which was quite strange, he left the house to go and go and nothing had changed... 

After a few days he heard voices from upstairs, he thought it was his neighbor's and opened the door, a guy next to him was standing there, he asked why he heard the voices and the man just said "I don't know, I'm just a weirdo" and then he left, maxime tought it was really weird and his neighbor acting kinda strange.-Two days later while still at work he came down the stairs to find out why the door was closed.

Two days later while still at work he came down the stairs to find out why the door was closed, he opened it and could see his hand stuck in the jar, the contents were extremely full of dirt and dirt! - Two days later, on the same night, he heard the first weird voice, at first he thought it was another voice but after a few seconds he noticed the hand sticking out of the jar, once again he opened the door and there was the hand as well! - At first he thought that they were talking in his head but after a few seconds he realized that they weren't and had moved on. - Two weeks later, he heard a voice in his head again, as before he found himself stuck in the jar and it washolding him up. As he told his colleagues, they knew nothing about the voice.

A few days later he saw a hand sticking out of a jar holding him up again. As usual, he was followed by the voice, which seemed to have a definite direction. 

After a few days of this, he finally went to visit his friends, they were running a small grocery store, the guys had just come from some hill work where they lost a family member, the son was 5-years old, his mother had a heart attack during the night.-The younger son was already playing with a bottle.-A voice came through the speakers  "Don't come back there, he will kill you". The eldest son knew immediately what had happened and exclaimed: "we have no beer left, we have to find something, any way". The voice replied: "yeah, just a small bottle of beer".

The younger boy picked up the bottle and gave it to his father, but then the voice came again: "he killed them". Again the voice had a direction. - He heard his father asking: "Who are you talking to?" - They both went to the hills to look for the gun. - He was there again, even though he didn't carry any gear, and tried to climb a small hill to get a better view.

He kept walking toward the hills, but still he had no luck finding the gun.-Again and again he looked into the bushes. But he wasn't able to find anything that looked like the weapon of the enemy.

So he decided to go back in town in his dead parent's house too scared of might what happened to him if he continue living with his grandparents , He told them about all this stuff and they didn't say anything , just looking at him in choc, he didn't understand and started walking away.

So he headed back home to the town, where he made a revelation: "this guy, he is giving me lots of trouble, maybe he killed my parents, and there is a possibility that he killed my parents, and if he did, then maybe he is the enemy and he isn't from this town".

He went to the police station and reported his father's murder, knowing that the police may search him for weapons. - The police took him to the hospital and began an investigation. The police wanted to know where the gun was found. They wanted to know if the gun was of any significance. They wanted to know if it was stolen. They also wanted to see if he had been drinking. 

The police wanted to see if he was being paranoid. They were very interested in what he was saying about the sniper. They wanted to hear the truth, and they asked him whether he thought he was being followed. And what he said was that he thought he was being followed by a squad of snipers, armed with machine guns. 

He told them that he had been brought to this hospital by his colleagues who were also suspected of being spies. They started talking about his father's death and how he had been killed in the attack.-The police continued the investigation. They asked him whether he wanted to go back to the country with them. They started saying that the only way they would let him go was if he told them everything he knew about the sniper and the attack. 

He finally agreed. He said he would tell them everything, even the secret names of those who had been in the hospital. He told them his name, his photograph, his height, his nationality, and that he was a Canadian soldier. And he said that they were highly likely to charge him with treason.-They had found nothing incriminating in the British or American medical records that he had given them. They began examining his iPad, where he had found his patient history. A virus had infected his laptop, and he had found this file in the network recovery.-From that file he discovered that he had been taken to the hospital as a patient by an American doctor named Linda Brooks, working for OMA, an Oxford group whose mission is to support legal, surgical, and psychiatric training for Eastern Europe. She was there to treat a paratrooper, Lt. Frederick MacDonald (left), who had been missing for days while he was stationed in Germany. who was responsible for protecting the manhunt in Norway. And she had assigned a surgeon, Dr. Susan "The Strawberry" Jones, to him. He had agreed to her request to be transported, with his service dog Blue Moon, from Norway to Poland for treatment.Lt. MacDonald showed me some of the first pictures he had found of himself, on the night in the U.S. hospital. They showed his wounds: the slight scars on his hand and forearm where the local heating poultice had been applied and a giant scar across his abdomen where his intestines had been sutured. The stitches had to be removed and he had opened his belly, to find a lot of blood and clear tissue. And there was some tape wrapped around the burn from a long-term high-voltage treatment for diarrhea. The wound patterns looked more like that of the injury from an explosion than a rifle round, but they were deep and broad-sunk. This early picture had been sent to OMA by the F.B.I. 's file on Lt. MacDonald's capture.

To be continued.