Post by trisha on Oct 9, 2007 14:51:08 GMT 3
This time about that nice cop you met in Kun isoveli tapasi pikkuveljen. He's a psycho nowadays, did u all know that?
The shame... he really was a good cop.
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Was it really worth all the pain? Yes. Was it really worth all the losses? Yes, he supposed so. Was it really worth the suffer of his family? Yes, it was.
It was worth that all. But nevertheless, he could not feel but misery while watching from the dark corner as his brothers were crying beside ‘his corpse’. One of them was sitting next to him, holding his arm. One of them was standing and staring otherwise. One of them was shouting, no, roaring his pain and hatred towards those responsible of this, and swearing that they would meet an end more painful than everyone before.
He had not felt misery for a long time. In some odd way, it felt good after so many emotionless years. Years, that passed by without even a glimpse of humanity. So this was a good thing, feeling bad. It meant, that he was not dead yet. That after he would have his revenge, and lose the only power that helped him through all these year, his hate, he could maybe become human again. Be able to care… to love.
Love? Somewhere in his dark mind he knew what love was. Love was the force that kept him with James, David and Roger. Love was the thing that made him feel odd when his daughter was shouting to him, forbidding him from doing this. Love was the thing that made him feel this misery just by watching the misery of his brothers.
Love was the thing, which made him turn, leave them, and go.
For long enough he had been waiting, groaning, crying and suffering. For long enough he had been a pain is James’ ass, using his money. For long enough had the people in streets watched him with such a loath in their eyes… it was time to have justice now. It was time to take, what belonged to him. His freedom. His reputation. His life. And the life of the one responsible of this all.
Gazing up he could see the white Arasaka tower rising from the city like a weed, almost touching the sky. Dark, heavy clouds twitched around it like serpents. Neon lights shined from it’s cold, wet surface, falling down on little men like X-rays, from which no-one can hide. Up in their tower, the Arasaka men could see all, ALL, and even more… there beyond those unbreakable walls they planned their actions ruled by greed, lust of power, and ignorance of the sufferings of other.
They were like a disease. Like a cancer. They spread their filth upon the city and suffocated everyone, ripped open the chest of Tokyo and sucked it until they were fat and there was no more blood to take. No more to rob… Corruption was already here… Thomas could see it. Weapons sold on the streets with Arasakas mark on them, drugs tested with those, who were beyond laws protection. Gang members, boosters, bums, poor, unlucky… young orphan women and men bought to entertain rich and famous. Poisons used to clean streets from homeless. It was disgusting… disgusting, and no one did anything to it. They thought that Arasaka was too powerful, too invincible, too big. So they turned their face from the grieving and lived with their eyes shut.
Thomas had nothing to lose anymore. Thomas was not even living anymore. In matter of fact, tomorrow everyone would think that he’d met his end. There would be a funeral, after his name in towns records there would be “dead” marked. He would never be able to return in normal life, even if he’d survive.
It was obvious, that he could NOT survive… too much to kill. Too many dangers to avoid. But it was alright, as long as his enemy would die with him.
For the last time, he turned and looked back. Even still he could hear James yelling to someone. Probably no-one particularly. He just replaced crying with yelling, ‘cause he could not show his sorrow in front of his gangers.
Suddenly he felt amazingly bad that he never thanked the man. But maybe his actions would talk for him. His sacrifice would spare James and his Chickens the trouble of killing Crack, a.k.a Arasaka himself these days…
“We’ll see again, my brother.” Thomas whispered and turned again, disappearing in the shadows of skyscrapers. “In this life or another.”
The shame... he really was a good cop.
-----
Was it really worth all the pain? Yes. Was it really worth all the losses? Yes, he supposed so. Was it really worth the suffer of his family? Yes, it was.
It was worth that all. But nevertheless, he could not feel but misery while watching from the dark corner as his brothers were crying beside ‘his corpse’. One of them was sitting next to him, holding his arm. One of them was standing and staring otherwise. One of them was shouting, no, roaring his pain and hatred towards those responsible of this, and swearing that they would meet an end more painful than everyone before.
He had not felt misery for a long time. In some odd way, it felt good after so many emotionless years. Years, that passed by without even a glimpse of humanity. So this was a good thing, feeling bad. It meant, that he was not dead yet. That after he would have his revenge, and lose the only power that helped him through all these year, his hate, he could maybe become human again. Be able to care… to love.
Love? Somewhere in his dark mind he knew what love was. Love was the force that kept him with James, David and Roger. Love was the thing that made him feel odd when his daughter was shouting to him, forbidding him from doing this. Love was the thing that made him feel this misery just by watching the misery of his brothers.
Love was the thing, which made him turn, leave them, and go.
For long enough he had been waiting, groaning, crying and suffering. For long enough he had been a pain is James’ ass, using his money. For long enough had the people in streets watched him with such a loath in their eyes… it was time to have justice now. It was time to take, what belonged to him. His freedom. His reputation. His life. And the life of the one responsible of this all.
Gazing up he could see the white Arasaka tower rising from the city like a weed, almost touching the sky. Dark, heavy clouds twitched around it like serpents. Neon lights shined from it’s cold, wet surface, falling down on little men like X-rays, from which no-one can hide. Up in their tower, the Arasaka men could see all, ALL, and even more… there beyond those unbreakable walls they planned their actions ruled by greed, lust of power, and ignorance of the sufferings of other.
They were like a disease. Like a cancer. They spread their filth upon the city and suffocated everyone, ripped open the chest of Tokyo and sucked it until they were fat and there was no more blood to take. No more to rob… Corruption was already here… Thomas could see it. Weapons sold on the streets with Arasakas mark on them, drugs tested with those, who were beyond laws protection. Gang members, boosters, bums, poor, unlucky… young orphan women and men bought to entertain rich and famous. Poisons used to clean streets from homeless. It was disgusting… disgusting, and no one did anything to it. They thought that Arasaka was too powerful, too invincible, too big. So they turned their face from the grieving and lived with their eyes shut.
Thomas had nothing to lose anymore. Thomas was not even living anymore. In matter of fact, tomorrow everyone would think that he’d met his end. There would be a funeral, after his name in towns records there would be “dead” marked. He would never be able to return in normal life, even if he’d survive.
It was obvious, that he could NOT survive… too much to kill. Too many dangers to avoid. But it was alright, as long as his enemy would die with him.
For the last time, he turned and looked back. Even still he could hear James yelling to someone. Probably no-one particularly. He just replaced crying with yelling, ‘cause he could not show his sorrow in front of his gangers.
Suddenly he felt amazingly bad that he never thanked the man. But maybe his actions would talk for him. His sacrifice would spare James and his Chickens the trouble of killing Crack, a.k.a Arasaka himself these days…
“We’ll see again, my brother.” Thomas whispered and turned again, disappearing in the shadows of skyscrapers. “In this life or another.”