I guess it's just a start. Sorry for the wait. I had a lot of summer school work.
When I woke up, I was staring at a grungy, leaky, ceiling, lying on an almost breaking bed, with crappy bed sheets and covers. Why was I here? How did I get here? Why does my arm hurt like hell? Weren't we in my mansion? Then, I heard a loud flush and a manly cough. I shot up, ran towards the bathroom door and stood beside it, waiting. The minute the door knob turned, I grabbed his arm, back elbowed him, spun around and punched his nose. I backed up and was ready on a stance in case he fought back. I only saw his silhouette due to the bedroom was dark. The man pinched his nose, since it was now bleeding.
"What the hell was that for stupid woman!?"
I dropped my stance, suddenly feeling the stab of guilt. "Oh my god. I'm sorry Kurtis.
"Whatever. Go get changed, we're moving out a.s.a.p I'm going to take a shower after I stop the bleeding." Kurtis walked back into the bathroom still bleeding and shut the door.
I stood there for about 3 minutes hence to what he said. Move out? Where are we anyways? Where we going? I trusted him enough to follow what he said. I looked around for clothing, to find that in Kurtis bag, there was my black top, camo pants and favourite boots. The outfit I wore in Paris. Kurtis or I must've packed it before we left. Although, I don't recall anything.
After getting changed, I sat and waited. Either the nosebleed refused to stop or he takes a really long time to shower. So, instead of waiting for him to come out like in a doctor's office, I went to snoop in his stuff. Meh. He wouldn't care if he didn't know. I went through his bag and dug with my good arm. I just gentle moved stuff away and took notice he got his Chirugai back. My hand got deeper, until I felt something squishy, yet still firm. I pulled it and saw that it was a soaked notebook. I still heard the pitter patter of the shower so I flipped through it. It had all this writing about his father and being in the Lux Veritartis. I also read a letter after the Eckhardt incident. It said this:
Dear Father.
I apologize for not killing Eckhardt myself, but I took assistance. Now, to our other issue. You left me some clues and I have put them in this notebook. If I ever put these pieces together, I will finish what you started and carry on from there. I still love you.
It was pretty boring and so I flipped until I saw a soaked picture of some man he was quite large but his face was distorted.
Then, something made me remember the event that took place at me mansion. In the picture, standing by the man, was 2 of the Spanish assassins! I remember! Me and Kurtis were sharing a moment. shiver then they ambushed us and...shot my left arm! I was pulled to the ground, and then blacked out! Just then, Kurtis came out of the bathroom.
"Hey, what are you doing?" He didn't sound angry, but rather concerned.
He ran towards me and grabbed the notebook back. I just stood up.
"Sorry. Um. Ready to go?"
"Sure. Just....let me get changed okay?"
"Okay." I tried to smile. Failed.
Kurtis walked into the bathroom yet again, but took the notebook with him.
I sat down on a 3 legged stool, filled with curiosity. Why did he have the picture of the Spanish men? What "other issue" about his father? What was special about this certain notebook? More importantly. WHERE ARE WE?!
Sorry it's short. BTW, I'm heading to England and Italy on Saturday. So, I won't be updating for a while. About, a month or so. =] bye.
When I woke up, I was staring at a grungy, leaky, ceiling, lying on an almost breaking bed, with crappy bed sheets and covers. Why was I here? How did I get here? Why does my arm hurt like hell? Weren't we in my mansion? Then, I heard a loud flush and a manly cough. I shot up, ran towards the bathroom door and stood beside it, waiting. The minute the door knob turned, I grabbed his arm, back elbowed him, spun around and punched his nose. I backed up and was ready on a stance in case he fought back. I only saw his silhouette due to the bedroom was dark. The man pinched his nose, since it was now bleeding.
"What the hell was that for stupid woman!?"
I dropped my stance, suddenly feeling the stab of guilt. "Oh my god. I'm sorry Kurtis.
"Whatever. Go get changed, we're moving out a.s.a.p I'm going to take a shower after I stop the bleeding." Kurtis walked back into the bathroom still bleeding and shut the door.
I stood there for about 3 minutes hence to what he said. Move out? Where are we anyways? Where we going? I trusted him enough to follow what he said. I looked around for clothing, to find that in Kurtis bag, there was my black top, camo pants and favourite boots. The outfit I wore in Paris. Kurtis or I must've packed it before we left. Although, I don't recall anything.
After getting changed, I sat and waited. Either the nosebleed refused to stop or he takes a really long time to shower. So, instead of waiting for him to come out like in a doctor's office, I went to snoop in his stuff. Meh. He wouldn't care if he didn't know. I went through his bag and dug with my good arm. I just gentle moved stuff away and took notice he got his Chirugai back. My hand got deeper, until I felt something squishy, yet still firm. I pulled it and saw that it was a soaked notebook. I still heard the pitter patter of the shower so I flipped through it. It had all this writing about his father and being in the Lux Veritartis. I also read a letter after the Eckhardt incident. It said this:
Dear Father.
I apologize for not killing Eckhardt myself, but I took assistance. Now, to our other issue. You left me some clues and I have put them in this notebook. If I ever put these pieces together, I will finish what you started and carry on from there. I still love you.
It was pretty boring and so I flipped until I saw a soaked picture of some man he was quite large but his face was distorted.
Then, something made me remember the event that took place at me mansion. In the picture, standing by the man, was 2 of the Spanish assassins! I remember! Me and Kurtis were sharing a moment. shiver then they ambushed us and...shot my left arm! I was pulled to the ground, and then blacked out! Just then, Kurtis came out of the bathroom.
"Hey, what are you doing?" He didn't sound angry, but rather concerned.
He ran towards me and grabbed the notebook back. I just stood up.
"Sorry. Um. Ready to go?"
"Sure. Just....let me get changed okay?"
"Okay." I tried to smile. Failed.
Kurtis walked into the bathroom yet again, but took the notebook with him.
I sat down on a 3 legged stool, filled with curiosity. Why did he have the picture of the Spanish men? What "other issue" about his father? What was special about this certain notebook? More importantly. WHERE ARE WE?!
Sorry it's short. BTW, I'm heading to England and Italy on Saturday. So, I won't be updating for a while. About, a month or so. =] bye.