Friday, January 25, 2013

"...Have you been                                          
keeping track                           
of these blackout of yours, Sam?         
Where you last remember being?                               
Where you wake up?                     
      When? In what way?"        
               "No, I...
                      I haven't been doing anything.
             It's hard to keep
                          track of it, Winston.
                                       Sometimes it's... only a few hours...
                                               But I usually... wake up soaked in blood...
                            or smelling of gasoline and smoke...
              sometimes... He's there...
   ...sometimes not..."
"All the more reason to keep track."             
                   "You're right...
                          though, it seems, lately
                                      I can't keep track of anything
                                               hard as I try to.
                                         I'm so tired...
                                 it all just...
               slips through my fingers.
                                      You need to be careful, Winston.
                              If I ever come here
      and don't seem... myself..."
                "I have nothing to fear.                     
Not from you, Sam."      
                  "Dammit, Winston,
                            I'm not in control all the time!
                                               When I black out, I don't...
                                        I could hurt you.
                              I could kill you.
               I came so close to before, I..."
"...Then who's in control, Sam?               
If not you,                                
then who?"                     
                           "...I don't know.
                                       ...Promise me, Winston.
                                                   Promise me you'll kill me if I try.
                                                                          I don't...
                                                                                 want to hurt you.
                                                           You're my best friend.
                                         There's no one who knows me better.
                      Who knows me more than I know myself.
       I forgave you for your part in this mess.
             I know you only had 
                            my best interest in mind.
                                     That's why I walked out that night.
                                                               That's why...
                                                                     I made them all believe
                                                                                         you were dead.
                                                                                      It was the only way.
                                                                            The only way...
                                                             This Life would leave you be.
                               The only way you'd be able to walk away.
                                                  They'd drag you back in
                                                                       if they knew it was a lie.
                                         They expect not but brutality from me.
                                                     A monster's brutality.
                                                No mercy.
                              Not even towards...
                                               my closest Kin.
                                       But it's in that... 
                                                      that I can protect you.
                          I can live with all of them thinking
             that I killed you.
  If you gain even the slimmest chance...
                          to have a second life from it..."
       "I know, Sam.        
I know better than anyone.                  
But that doesn't                          
 answer the question."                                
              "I don't know, Winston
                                          I...
                                             I don't know.
                                 It's not like I...
                     haven't tried.
         It's not like I...
             haven't dug through the migraines.
                               clawed through the nightmares.
                    The Flashes of White and Black
                         And Red
                                   just rred stains on white
                  a ring of purple and black
                    a nec
              klace
                    of brruisess..."
"...Sam, are you alright?"                  
                          "...My eye. It...
                                   it... it's bburning. it...
                          it's nothing.
                    i'm sure.
                              it's just sstinging.
                                                   that...
                                                           thaat's all..."
"...Sam, you have a              
blood spot in that eye.                    
    Quite a bad one too.     
    Did you know that?                              
Sam...                                                
where did you get that?"        
                  "...blood spot...? my...?
                           ...yess...
                                   ...yes...
                              i know that 
                                           i waas hit, 
                        sometime ago...
                                            why do you ask...?"
"Who... hit you, Sam?                                    
I know it stings.                      
Trust me, I know.                              
BBut I want you... to tell me who hit you.              
You remember that,                                                        
 don't you?"                                         
         "...Heinrich...
                        Heinrich Schultz...
                                      beccame The Butler years ago.
                   He punched mme before I 
                             was even aware enough to staand..."
                  "...No, Sam..."                  
                                       "back in tthat mansion...
                everything was splattered...
                                                   splattered...
                                                             splattered... red...
                             the blood was everywhere
                                      on everything
                                  Heinrich was so distraught
                                                                 so horrified
                                                                          so... smothered in grief
                                                   he punched me across the jaw
                                 weak and unbalanced
                                            ripping me from his own grip
                           and i fell to the floor...
              still feeling so
                              numbed
                                      from Him..."
 "Sam,                                               
  pplease.                                      
This isn't the time.                                         
You need to ffocus now.                 
                 Who was it who hit you?"
                           "...i remember... there was an arm...
              laying on the floorboards...
                                a lifeless arm in a puddle
                                                  of cold clotting blood. 
                       the rest of the body hidden
                                             around the corner of the doorway.
                                                                 defensive bruising decorating across
                                                                           pale, smooth skin 
                                                           so much better than
                                        the delicate gold bracelet around her slim wrist.
              finely cut diamonds and rubies
                                birthing the image of a flower. 
                                            its image reflecting into the crimson. 
                                                          just like her ruby ring 
                                                                    paled in comparison
                                       to the ring of blood that was crafted down her fingers
                           from where two nails had been torn off
                    so delicate...
                                so brutal...
                                           so... beautiful..."
"Sam, llisten to me.                                               
It waasn't The Butler.                            
You know that.              
We bboth know you've earned 
a number of fists                                   
from a number of people                 
over the years.
But they didn't make that mmark, Sam.       
They didn't hit you liike a ton of bricks.                                                
Their fists didn't hit you harrd enough                          
to burst a bblood vessel in your eye                                        
in a fit of ccomplete ragge                                            
 So wwho was it?                            
Think!"                       
                "i ddont'...
                          i... don't want to.
                      Winston?
                                are you okkay...?"
                        "I... I'll be fine.                                
Just think. THINK.           
SSam, come on!                         
Who was it?"                                          
                                    "I... 
                                       I ddon't know.
                                 god it burns...
                                              Winston, pplease...
                                                              my...
                                                                   my heead..."

                              "Yes, you ddo!                                                
 I know it's burnning.                            
I know your sskull is splittiing                                        
 in two right noww                        

but you can't quit.                           
  
Focus, Sam!"                 




                                                             "...no...


               ...noo i...
                                                                                                                           ...'moorre...




           ...huummann...




                                                                                                                                ...thaaan...

                                                                         


                                ... yyouu...
      



                                                                      ...tthoouughtt'..."



 "YES!                                                         


J-Just a... bit more, Sam.                                    
Keep p-pushing forward.                
Who did you say that to?                                            


Keep focused, Sam,                                       



we're r-running out of               











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MD2:
MD4: 05393976b70e87e016ccff760ba5bdc9
MD5: ce3de3f15d5b48a95962ab4dd2555655
CRC 8, ccitt, 16, 32 :

CRYPT (form: $ MD5? $ SALT $ CRYPT):
$1$vu0V3Or9$uxGCx.N9k8Mg3AlUYu43U/
      (form: SALT[2] CRYPT[11]):
psmwjM8exVxQk

SHA1: 2c552b68051b840777c167311ba547263e451df9
RIPEMD-160:
  8e3d508b1eebeb957d068daba64dbf8798fb17e1
 

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