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Underground eXperts United
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[ Drama ] [ By The GNN ]
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"DRAMA"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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She was not sure if it had been the heavy traffic outside the window or the
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morning sun that woke her up from the strange dream. A flash of lightning
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struck her head as she opened her eyes. She covered them with her sweaty
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hands and wondered how many drinks she'd had last night. Fear overwhelmed
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her for a second when she realized that she could not remember anything. For
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a moment she was not even sure if her name was Rebecca or not. She groaned
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and slowly turned her head to the unfamiliar alarm clock. The unfamiliar
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alarm clock informed her that it was five minutes past eight in the morning.
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She wondered why the alarm clock looked so unfamiliar. Then she noticed that
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she was not at home but in a bed that belonged to someone else.
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She turned her head around again, this time even slower. Someone slept
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at the other end of the bed with a blanket over the head. With a sigh she
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closed her eyes. Then the room started to spin. It did not spin with a
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slow pace, it violently twisted around as if the whole building had been
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transformed into a roller coaster from hell. She threw herself out of the
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bed and ran out of the bedroom. The apartment was nothing more than a dizzy
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maze to her - it took several minutes before she found a bathroom. Habit
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made her lock the door before she rushed to the toilet.
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She detested to throw up. But there was no time for choice at that time.
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She felt much better afterwards, when she fell on her knees and leaned
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against the cold wall. The world stopped spinning. When she finally managed
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to stand up again, she noticed that her ability to think had returned. Like
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Eve in Paradise she understood that she was completely nude. A large towel
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on a hook had to serve as a temporary leaf. She unlocked the door.
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It was a very large apartment, with expensive furniture. The walls were
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covered with art. Rugs with oriental patterns could be found in every
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room. It seems like she had caught a rich guy this night for a change.
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When she walked around in the apartment she began to think about her future.
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Yes, she concluded, she could really need a rich man.
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In the enormous living room, she found her clothes on the floor. She
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did not pick them up - bending down might make her throw up again. A table
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made out of oak had two glasses and an empty bottle of champagne on it. Her
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mind told her that the champagne was expensive too. She wondered if they
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had made love on the couch, the floor, in the bed or at some other part of
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the place. But it did not matter. Now she had him in her hand. He could
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try anything, she would return. She would get him. She wanted to live in
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this luxurious home.
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A huge mirror on the wall caught her attention. The sight of herself
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made her feel better. She looked marvelous; her dark hair was not combed
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which just made her look cute, her tired eyes gave her a sexy look, and
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the towel fulfilled 'the femme fatale yet with class' style. He ought to
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wake up at once, she thought, and see her like this. Then he would do
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anything to get her.
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Suddenly, a question popped into her head: How did he look? She had not
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seen him at all. No matter how hard she tried, his face refused to return
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to her mind. Of course, she wanted a rich guy. But if this guy had been
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given a face that did not belong to this world she did not want him, no
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matter how much money he had.
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A peek into the bedroom revealed nothing of value. He still slept with a
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blanket over his head. She did not dare to remove it - if he was ugly she
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did not want to wake him up. Her plan was to see how he looked. If he was
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okay, she would stay. If he belonged at the circus, she would leave. She
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went back to the living room to find his clothes.
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The suit was obviously made for a man with broad shoulders. She held
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it up in front of her eyes and examined it closely. It was expensive - as
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everything else in the apartment. A sinister smile emerged in her face as
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she found a large condom under the table. He was very well equipped on other
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parts of his body too. But the main question was still without an answer.
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Then she saw the book shelf. She never read any books since she found
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the act of reading to be boring, but on top of the shelf she saw something
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that looked like two photo albums. She took them down and placed them on the
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table. She opened the first album and found dozens of pictures of old
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people - obviously relatives, perhaps parents. There were also many pictures
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of young girls with children, and she told herself that they were his
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sisters.
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Finally she found what she was looking for. At the last page of the
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album she found a picture of a handsome young man. Blonde short hair, blue
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eyes, a muscular body in an expensive suit. It felt like her brain made a
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little jump in her head as she remembered him briefly from the night before.
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It was him - and he was a man who had everything she needed.
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She sank down on the couch and felt the magic sensation of happiness
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float through her body. Then she opened the other album. A dead face stared
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at her on the first page. She flipped a page just to find several more
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pictures of dead humans. Some of them had been battered to death, their
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bodies wore marks of extreme violence. Others had been stabbed - blood
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stains covered walls and floors, knives were drilled into throats and
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stomachs. On every page she just found dead eyes that stared at her. The
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corpses were all women - young and beautiful women. Dead women who had been
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killed in bathrooms, bedrooms and living rooms.
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She got to her feet. She breathed heavily. Her heart beat so fast she
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thought it would explode any second. The world started to spin again. She
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did not want to, but she had to sit down again. In her dizzy mind, she
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saw him enter the room. He walked towards her. His rough voice echoed in her
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ears: 'I see that you have studied your future, sweet girl. I see that you
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have seen what lies ahead of you. No need to worry my darling, it does not
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hurt at all. I promised you a future in my business and I always keep my
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promises. Darling.'
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The voice faded away. When she gained consciousness back again she found
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him on the floor beside her. His dead eyes stared at her as blood slowly
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pumped out from a wound in the back of his head. The neck of the crushed
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champagne bottle was still in her hand. She lay on the floor beside him for
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several hours shivering. She did not dare to move. She just waited for
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him to suddenly come back to life with a scream.
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When evening came, she carefully got to her feet. His blood covered the
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floor and she stepped in it when she walked out of the living room. She
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still could not think properly but she managed to find a phone on a desk
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in an little room near the bedroom. She sat down on a chair and cried. Then
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she reached for the telephone and called the police. The sweet voice at the
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other end of the line that explained that she had to wait a few minutes
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reached her mind as in a thick fog. When someone finally answered, the fog
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had transformed the world into a strange dream. She heard her voice far away
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in the distance telling the individual at the end of the line about what she
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had done.
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She wanted to wake up from this dream, but instead it turned into a
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hellish nightmare as her eyes fell on the desk and discovered a calling card
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that had a photo of the dead man in the living room attached to it. His name
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was Henry Bernard Adams, and his profession had been in the film industry as
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a special effects and make-up man.
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La rebelion de las Masas.
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The revolt of the masses: THE STASH +46-13-ONLYTEXTFILES
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The mind is a terrible thing to waste.
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uXu #272 Underground eXperts United 1995 uXu #272
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Call GOAT BLOWERS ANONYMOUS -> +1-215-750-0392
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