Dream lord:
--Then in
the year xxx342 we visit in Great Wall of China.
He is
showing some old slides from his holiday travels. Meanwhile RatRat and Ed speak
together. Numbers of year is mush because it is in dream.
RatRat:
--There is
not much for me anymore, but loss and darkness in my life, I don’t know do I
even want left.
RatRat got
some traumas because he lost his faiths.
Ed:
--Put you
need remember: ...
Ed’s story:
Here little
narrative about how RatRat and Ed originally meet, the story is not from the point
of view of Ed, neither RatRat’s perspective:
Man drive an
old seventies car he passing thru bunch of spines there side of the road, that
is well paved. Not only forest, but also other roads and that very same road,
but like diverged to a two, also there is yards in a side of road some times,
so there is not so much wood them more that grass. But it is mostly uninhabited
way.
Then in a facility
that is still mighty away, some serious road spend till need to do until it
appears; guardian look a television in a caretaker box; where all security camera
footage goes on to the many monitors. He eats a bagel and there is coffee and
tobacco too and he got feet on the table.
He sits there very ambidextrously. And it is not empty television, but
there goes some show that entertain the guardian --not insane, but illegally
bored.
Then red alert
lamp near him goes off. The Guardian
jumps of his seat and arms himself with a revolver, he is not a fat man, but
well fit, maybe little bit fat, and he is a normal regular person.
Guardian:
--It must
be those pesky little ratmans again.
He storm
off his box, then there in distance some shots and “pam!*” “pam!*” and those
shots lightening up the dark warehouse, not in use but waiting.
A car park
a man depart, and he go that very same big house. He and the guard meets, --soon.
Mysterious
person, drive card before:
(He is Ed)
Ed:
--Has you
still Ratman body in the Ice as we been talking about.
Ed been
calling various stores and kitchens all places where might Ratmans occure and germinate,
for reach them janitors and guardians for places that got much to steal, break
and spoil. He calls them and asks: “Put a fresh kill on freeze, I want bough
one. On great prize! ”
Guard:
--You got lucky
I just shot one.
There is
one or two in Ice too, but they go see this new body still fresh. Yes it is in
a big plastic carpet that also below the shelves. Tiny body still shake and fail,
not totally dead. Ed takes machine size of heap of coins stack together, black,
out of his pocket stick that in the tiny corpse so acute it is hard to say what
he even done, blue electricity buff it and it is now RatRat.
Ed:
--Welcome
back, you are now my servant. You new RatRat.
Guard:
--Is it
good? They only steal and break.
Ed:
--Yes they
are made to a serve.
RatRat:
-- squeak
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