Post by Rated R on Dec 19, 2007 12:07:59 GMT -5
Here I am, standing here, in front of the place that my life changed forever.
The place that my normal life ended and my present life began.
Here I am at the location of my parent’s death.
I made the call a few hours ago, after we had “gate crashed” a broadcast station. Kara told me to meet her here, I have no idea why, probably some kind of emotional tactic.
Looking at the place it’s hard to believe anybody had ever lived here. The house had been left in the exact state that it had been that night, mainly because I now owned the land, even though I wanted nothing to do with it.
The house barely looks burnt on the outside; the fire was apparently contained to the inside. The house is in the middle of a pretty big field, from the looks of things my parents owned quite a bit of land.
Kara: I see you made the smart decision.
I turned my head slightly to see Kara walking up beside me. She speaks without looking at me, her eyes firmly on the house in front. After a few minutes she starts walking ahead, heading for the inside of the house.
Kara: Are you going to join me?
Trace: I guess I don’t have a choice.
Kara: Guess not.
As soon as you enter the house it is apparent that there was a fire. The walls are scorched and the roof stained black. I could even smell smoke, even though the fire was two decades back.
Trace: Why did you want to meet here?
Kara: Because I have things to say about this house.
Trace: Like what?
Kara: We will get to that soon enough.
I can hear it in her voice; she is worried about telling me, which just makes me even more nervous about what she has to say.
Kara begins walking through the house, talking as she walks. We turn into what has to be the kitchen. I can recognize the remains of a number of cupboards, as well as a sink.
Kara: Have you read the information I provided you with.
I think back to the file Kara gave me during our first meeting. A file that contained detail information on Kite, Brute and Roxy, information that has made me second guess what they are really working towards.
Trace: Yes.
Kara: And…?
We enter a different room which I know used to be a sitting room. I don’t really understand how I know this, especially since the walls are burnt, but I guess I can remember a few things about my childhood.
Trace: And what?
Roxy: And you didn’t realize anything?
I can hear a hint at sarcasm in her voice; she knows that I am not going to know what she is talking.
Trace: Can we just quit the games.
Kara turns quickly, obviously not pleased with my reaction, but I don’t really care what she thinks.
Trace: Who the hell are you, and what do you know that you are not telling me?
Kara: You already know me, I am a member of a covert squad who are attempting to catch you friends in action.
Trace: Bull.
Kara: That’s the truth; I did not think that you would believe me, so here.
She hands me some papers, one of which is a file on me, there is no way she should have this kind of information, unless she really is with the government.
Trace: So why me?
Kara: We know that you don’t trust them, otherwise you would have told Kite about the files, correct?
She has got me there, and I think she knows it.
Trace: True.
She’s right of course, I would not trust Kite with anything, now even buttering bread, although I am quite particular about who touches my baked goods.
Kara: So, we want you to find out what he is up to, and make sure it’s the truth.
Trace: And what about this house.
Kara: Isn’t it obvious?
Trace: No.
Kara: It was the Disciples that burnt it down, and the man leading that particular group…
I brace myself for the truth which I have already worked out.
Kara: Was Kite himself.
She starts to leave, about to walk through the door.
Trace: Why do you want him that much?
Kara: I have already told you, I am a member of a…
Trace: Not them, you.
Kara: Why?
Trace: That’s what I asked.
Kara: Because he is my father.
And with that, she leaves.
The place that my normal life ended and my present life began.
Here I am at the location of my parent’s death.
I made the call a few hours ago, after we had “gate crashed” a broadcast station. Kara told me to meet her here, I have no idea why, probably some kind of emotional tactic.
Looking at the place it’s hard to believe anybody had ever lived here. The house had been left in the exact state that it had been that night, mainly because I now owned the land, even though I wanted nothing to do with it.
The house barely looks burnt on the outside; the fire was apparently contained to the inside. The house is in the middle of a pretty big field, from the looks of things my parents owned quite a bit of land.
Kara: I see you made the smart decision.
I turned my head slightly to see Kara walking up beside me. She speaks without looking at me, her eyes firmly on the house in front. After a few minutes she starts walking ahead, heading for the inside of the house.
Kara: Are you going to join me?
Trace: I guess I don’t have a choice.
Kara: Guess not.
As soon as you enter the house it is apparent that there was a fire. The walls are scorched and the roof stained black. I could even smell smoke, even though the fire was two decades back.
Trace: Why did you want to meet here?
Kara: Because I have things to say about this house.
Trace: Like what?
Kara: We will get to that soon enough.
I can hear it in her voice; she is worried about telling me, which just makes me even more nervous about what she has to say.
Kara begins walking through the house, talking as she walks. We turn into what has to be the kitchen. I can recognize the remains of a number of cupboards, as well as a sink.
Kara: Have you read the information I provided you with.
I think back to the file Kara gave me during our first meeting. A file that contained detail information on Kite, Brute and Roxy, information that has made me second guess what they are really working towards.
Trace: Yes.
Kara: And…?
We enter a different room which I know used to be a sitting room. I don’t really understand how I know this, especially since the walls are burnt, but I guess I can remember a few things about my childhood.
Trace: And what?
Roxy: And you didn’t realize anything?
I can hear a hint at sarcasm in her voice; she knows that I am not going to know what she is talking.
Trace: Can we just quit the games.
Kara turns quickly, obviously not pleased with my reaction, but I don’t really care what she thinks.
Trace: Who the hell are you, and what do you know that you are not telling me?
Kara: You already know me, I am a member of a covert squad who are attempting to catch you friends in action.
Trace: Bull.
Kara: That’s the truth; I did not think that you would believe me, so here.
She hands me some papers, one of which is a file on me, there is no way she should have this kind of information, unless she really is with the government.
Trace: So why me?
Kara: We know that you don’t trust them, otherwise you would have told Kite about the files, correct?
She has got me there, and I think she knows it.
Trace: True.
She’s right of course, I would not trust Kite with anything, now even buttering bread, although I am quite particular about who touches my baked goods.
Kara: So, we want you to find out what he is up to, and make sure it’s the truth.
Trace: And what about this house.
Kara: Isn’t it obvious?
Trace: No.
Kara: It was the Disciples that burnt it down, and the man leading that particular group…
I brace myself for the truth which I have already worked out.
Kara: Was Kite himself.
She starts to leave, about to walk through the door.
Trace: Why do you want him that much?
Kara: I have already told you, I am a member of a…
Trace: Not them, you.
Kara: Why?
Trace: That’s what I asked.
Kara: Because he is my father.
And with that, she leaves.
