THE SILVER RUNESTONE
"i dedicate my work to all curious readers out there"
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date:
DECEMBER,23rd 1999.
location:
(NORWAY)
A chilly breeze was parading the snowy streets and knocking every single door and window pane of Sir. Carl A. Larsen street no. 17, North cape.
it was nearing midnight and the dogs were shivering like frightened chicken, their howling transformed into ultrasonic grunts .The halogen street lamps were almost frozen to death and it appeared as if silence was the only sole survivor.
Suddenly ,a cloaked silhouette appeared outta nowhere and tapped on a wooden door which read "Dr. Grigorge. W. Ja...."; rest of the name blocked with frost.
'No response.'
The glove repeated the gesture, this time with a firm strike.
'Again no response.'
"what the hell...........Brrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!! it's fuckin' cold in here...", a desperate shaky voice came from beneath the maroon monkey cap just a few inches above the glove.
The glove now definetely below zero, reached inside the deep pocket of the fur-jacket,
beneath the cloak and withdraw a slim black device.
After a series of spontaneous rings,at last a warm voice responded...."This number is not responding,please leave your message after a beep... ".
In a split of a second the cloaked figure rose from the two feet deep snow and climbed through the window pane,after smashing the misty glass in a few valiant attempts(with the right gloved hand of course).
The cloaked man took off his Wellington boots and crouched slowly towards another door which was closed from inside. It was quite dark but his eyes were somehow accustomed to darkness. He knocked at the door several times,but all in vain. It was a thick wooden door and looked unbreakable.
He looked around nervously ,there was a dark narrow passage just right of the blocked room.
He quickly stepped in and lit the torch of his cellphone which lead him straight to a small bathroom. The door was already open for him.
After switching on the bathroom night-bulb , he caught sight of a door on the left side. it was also locked like it's precedessor bedroom door. He speared the thin looking ply-wood door, cracked it within a minute and finally slipped into the mysterious room.
The room was too black for his blue eyes despite of the dim red beam narrowing it's way from the half collapsed door of bathroom ,But it took him only a few seconds to manipulate his blue eye balls and locate a rectangular switchboard nearby.....and the right hand followed.
" I vill Kill U , YoU son of a B****."
"First get here then prove your words you motherf****r..."
The man jumped out of his cloak as if got pinched in the butt, but soon returned to himself.
He switched off the Television and looked around excitedly. The room was now shining with lights and a fan circulating rapidly . He got hold of the regulator now and moved his leather fingers counter-clockwise.
His sky-blue eyes were looking ancient and possessed with some intriguing obsession and in a jet of an instant reached it's destination.
The color of the eyes changed from blue to scarlet as he lifted off the blanket from the monstrous double-bed ahead and his head got a severe brain-job.
There lay ahead a XL-sized Santa Doll with a Large red envelope clutched firmly in it's fist.
He took the envelope labeled "ALPHA" in Crimson and quickly tore open it.
There was a Brown envelop inside. (His brain now shaking madly.........)
He took out a blue and a black, similar but smaller envelopes and finally,there was an old stamp with an engraved gravestone.
He glared deeply into the gravestone to figure out something out of it.....there was a milky skull and a sort of formula written within it ."
it looked like....." ALPHA minus 3*BETA=Gamma ".
And before he could move his nerve,there was a mighty colossal bang and the misty street no. 17 turned into Sir. Carl A. Larsen Memorial Street..............
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SEE YA......