Der Sieger blebit allein

Subject: Der Sieger blebit allein Thu Mar 31, 2011 11:52 am

Cover me in blush :3
Okay, um, I just thought of writing a story, even though I've written this one some days ago :'D I hope you like it, it's kinda erm, weird Razz

Oh and btw, the name for this story in English is "The Winner Stands Alone" Very Happy

Der Sieger blebit allein

Prologue

Gemaeldegalerie, Berlin
9:19 A.M.

The Beretta Px4 compact pistol is slightly larger than a mobile phone; it carries ten bullets and is specially designed for personal defense. Even though with its small caliber, the bullet pierces the skin and shatters the bone and destroys anything in its path. The chances of survival are rarely high, with this caliber; you can opt for death with high intensity of pain by pulling the trigger near the ribs or the stomach. An experienced killer can go for painless death by shooting between the eyes or in the heart. The person whose shot cannot run away or do anything except take one last look at the killer as his strength ebbs away by external blood loss.

He had bought it from the black market, so even if he shot someone he would never be found. He would only use this as a last resort and only one bullet, which is marked an ‘X’ on it with a nail, when it will hit solid, it will shatter into pieces. Right now, in his hand, the Beretta was testing his will, but it didn’t seem harmful if he was killing for love.

Carsten Schaefer, the most renowned businessman in all of Germany, was standing on the terrace of the Gemaeldegalerie museum in Berlin. He was inheriting this building from his long lost uncle, this was the only place he didn’t own … until today. Gerald Schaefer, died recently by a heart attack and he had, somehow, mentioned Carsten’s name in his will.

Now Carsten, filled with anger, and happiness from gaining the museum, was feeling every inch of the Beretta in the palm of his hands. He’d gained everything and all he had to do now was to kill and get his wife back.

He slowly paced the hall of the museum and admiring every portrait made by superb European artists, it was 9:19 A.M in the morning and the sky was cloudy. He was awoken at 8 by the alarm clock ringing in his ears and the shock of finding his uncle (even though unknown), dead, and who had given Carsten his museum. He, even though enthralled to find the only building in the whole of Germany which he hadn’t owned, in the palm of his hands was still dumbstruck by why his uncle had given this to him?

All his six month planning was going down the drain with such emotions, he had to get his wife back, who had been gone with another man since two years. He had forgiven her for leaving him, he just wanted her to be back with him, and he wouldn’t even ask where she was all these years.
As he took more steps, the sound of his foot-steps was growing louder because the hall was spreading out into a huge pantry. With the thought of that, he stopped right in his tracks, why would there be a pantry? He thought as he saw his breath solidify in the air. The coldness was getting to him as he out of curiosity went deeper into the room.

With that, a scream and a gunshot were heard. And millions of miles away, Christine Baker woke with a start.

Subject: Re: Der Sieger blebit allein Thu Jun 30, 2011 9:41 pm

this is really good!!!! :O
i love it!!! keep it up!!!
i wanna know what happens!!!!!!! Very Happy

xox