Fury ...
Jerusalem, three years earlier.
Hot. A warm, which seems to be leaking from the deepest abyss of 'hell
envelops the entire holy city Jerusalem.
outside the walls of the city, a group of monks wrapped in white closest to
policemen are guarding the first gate. The soldiers, armed to the teeth
not even make the case to a group of human wreckage that stink worse
carcasses and walk barefoot.
Once in Jerusalem, the group of monks continued on his way, but one of them
. The figure takes off his hood revealing his face, a boy apparently
twenties,
's long brown hair framing her face and a shaggy beard grows on the face.
After a moment, looked around, William Fiumevento
you walk along the streets of Jerusalem, keeping my head down and
carefully avoiding the eyes of the guards. He arrived in a blind alley
, knocks on a door rather shabby.
emerge from a slit eyes, peering William, who, without batting an eye, says
simply
envelops the entire holy city Jerusalem.
outside the walls of the city, a group of monks wrapped in white closest to
policemen are guarding the first gate. The soldiers, armed to the teeth
not even make the case to a group of human wreckage that stink worse
carcasses and walk barefoot.
Once in Jerusalem, the group of monks continued on his way, but one of them
. The figure takes off his hood revealing his face, a boy apparently
twenties,
's long brown hair framing her face and a shaggy beard grows on the face.
After a moment, looked around, William Fiumevento
you walk along the streets of Jerusalem, keeping my head down and
carefully avoiding the eyes of the guards. He arrived in a blind alley
, knocks on a door rather shabby.
emerge from a slit eyes, peering William, who, without batting an eye, says
simply
"Draco dormiens numquam titillandus.."
The door opens, and the young Venetian nobleman can enter the dark hovel.
"He made a good trip, Fiumevento lord? ", asks the servant entrance.
"As always." , meets William, not worth more than a look and moving towards a darkened hallway. Finally arrives, climbing a flight of spiral stairs, in an Oval Office, barely lit by torches on the wall.
"Welcome back, William." , says a voice hidden in the shadows.
"Maestro." , simply said the boy, bowing.
"Without a good trip?"
"Yes, absolutely."
"So, you would go to Venice."
"I think I am ready, my lord."
"Well it is." , continues the voice, deep and warm. "You've always been sort of like a son to me. After the 'fire in your home, I took in my case is that you ... ... well ... God rest his soul ... your sister. "
William did not bat an eyelid, and does not move his eyes from the floor.
"Fix fear against those who use it for plunder." , simply says the voice.
"The I will. ", William replied, getting up and moving towards the darkness.
*******************
's young.
and beautiful.
smell her perfume from the alley where he is waiting. Clutching a basket full of apples, red as his cheeks. As soon as one approaches the jump on her, beat her up
when it can no longer move, and may rejoice in his body. As soon as a few steps from him, he appears before. His face is not afraid to excite more. He began to beat her to make her cry, and bleed. Then he looses pants, slowly. But ...
something goes wrong.
Someone grabs your neck. Is shaken from head to foot, and slammed against the wall. Do not have time to get up, it receives a right gauntlet, which makes him see stars.
Attempts to react, to fight, but that avoids any coup attempt to launch. Indeed, it seems ... it seems that most attempts to respond, his opponent becomes more fast and strong. They are being broken both arms and legs with quick shots and deadly, but not quite
even human. He can not move, and is reduced to an almost comatose, lying on the ground. Up slowly and suddenly his eyes, unable to view. A man clad entirely in white, hooded. In some parts of the body, such as the pelvis and the life, or your hands, elbows and knees are covered by different sections of metal. At the foot on a pair of boots blacks, leather. The sky begins to get cloudy, and rain.
"But ... but ... who the hell are you ...?" , moans, and, in a last desperate attempt,
tries to snatch the cap from the face to look into the eyes of the reason for his death. A flash of lightning, illuminating the alley and with it the entire Venice.
What we can see, by the light, the blood freezes in my veins: a white mask, stained black.
wells darkness that reproduce furious expression.
chilling.
"Your worst nightmare.".
when it can no longer move, and may rejoice in his body. As soon as a few steps from him, he appears before. His face is not afraid to excite more. He began to beat her to make her cry, and bleed. Then he looses pants, slowly. But ...
something goes wrong.
Someone grabs your neck. Is shaken from head to foot, and slammed against the wall. Do not have time to get up, it receives a right gauntlet, which makes him see stars.
Attempts to react, to fight, but that avoids any coup attempt to launch. Indeed, it seems ... it seems that most attempts to respond, his opponent becomes more fast and strong. They are being broken both arms and legs with quick shots and deadly, but not quite
even human. He can not move, and is reduced to an almost comatose, lying on the ground. Up slowly and suddenly his eyes, unable to view. A man clad entirely in white, hooded. In some parts of the body, such as the pelvis and the life, or your hands, elbows and knees are covered by different sections of metal. At the foot on a pair of boots blacks, leather. The sky begins to get cloudy, and rain.
"But ... but ... who the hell are you ...?" , moans, and, in a last desperate attempt,
tries to snatch the cap from the face to look into the eyes of the reason for his death. A flash of lightning, illuminating the alley and with it the entire Venice.
What we can see, by the light, the blood freezes in my veins: a white mask, stained black.
wells darkness that reproduce furious expression.
chilling.
"Your worst nightmare.".
[Continue ...]
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