Prelude: Piazza di San Pietro
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Abandoned Hospital; Naples/Pozzuli, Italy
Sunday, February 20
5:17 AM
Sunday, February 20
5:17 AM
Flickering lights halted his dialogue momentarily, while the few seconds for the generator to kick on passed. In that moment his mentor would have taken the temporary advantage to kill his captors and escape. Demetrius, however, was nothing like his mentor. No, Demetrius would rather remain motionless, allowing the guard to check the bolts on the door. The seal remained air tight, the bolts in place. The glow of the florescent lighting, peering through a thick layer of Plexiglas, grew to its previous radiance as Demetrius continued his aside. For the moment, the only audience was taunting him in his mind; Zeitgeists of victims whispered their cruel words. They remained long dead, but ever vigilant in reminding him of his damnation.
“It only seems proper it should end here. Here, where they shall bring the hands of the man who has been hunting me since I began my search.
“Have you ever tasted the flavor of hatred? Felt its comforting warmth pulse into your mouth? I know what it’s like to hunger for that sensation. To feel an appetite that goes further than the pains of the flesh. An emptiness that cries from the very depth of my long forgotten soul. I was given a gift. I was given a gift!
“I WAS GIVEN A GIFT!”
He slammed his fist against the padded wall of the cell, desperate to bring himself a touch of pain. It was a sensation he grew accustom to over the years, an old friend he wished now to return; walking into the moment with a sense of familiarity. Unfortunately, the room was created to not only prevent him from bringing harm to others, but also to himself.
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