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Before I start I want to thank the critics so far. This is my first piece
of written work and did it out of shear boredom really. Thank you for your
words, also, I want to warn everyone that the German isn't 100% correct. I
used a free translator on the web and everyone knows how well those work!
This chapter is just a short one because I am short on time with Labor Day
weekend approaching. I will make sure to get more pushed out during the
long weekend this week.
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The grip around my midsection was locked strong and made my movement very limited. The arms tightened and almost forced the air out of my lungs.
"Wer sind Sie?"
"I am just a fan sir; I came to get your autograph."
"Warum schlichen Sie?"
"I assure you, I was not sneaking around any place. I just came in hopes to get your autograph."
After a few quiet seconds the arms holding me captive released a bit and then finally let go of me completely. I spun slowly on my heels and turned to face the blue devil. Even seeing him in the big tent I was caught by surprise and couldn't help but let out a small gasp. I am not sure if he noticed my shock or if he was just used to the reaction but he ignored it and made his way into his dressing room.
"Folgen Sie mir."
I did as he said and followed him into the small room, closing the door as I passed it. By the time I was inside he was already sitting in front of his mirror and signing a black and white photograph of himself.
"Und vat is your name?"
"Robert. Robert Morgan."
He went back to scribbling on the picture of himself, personalizing it for my sake. After he was finished he turned back towards me and reached out to give me the photo. I looked again at his blue, three-digit hands, shuddered for a moment. I slowly took the picture from him and thanked him with a slight bow before he turned back towards the mirror.
As I started to the door to leave I stopped in my tracks with my back to him.
"Etwas sonst?"
"I know that is no costume you are wearing..."
"Entschuldigung?"
"I also know that you were in this very room before you grabbed me, how is it you were able to get outside and behind me with me knowing?"
I must have hit a nerve because he sprung from his chair with the speed of a wild cat. Before I knew he was moving he had me turned back around and pinned to the door.
"Und now it is time for my question. How is it you came to know I vas in here?"
I was befuddled for a moment until I realized what he was talking about, the door which he had me pinned to had no windows or any other way for me to see inside from the hall. I swallowed hard and realized that this time I might have said too much.
The grip around my midsection was locked strong and made my movement very limited. The arms tightened and almost forced the air out of my lungs.
"Wer sind Sie?"
"I am just a fan sir; I came to get your autograph."
"Warum schlichen Sie?"
"I assure you, I was not sneaking around any place. I just came in hopes to get your autograph."
After a few quiet seconds the arms holding me captive released a bit and then finally let go of me completely. I spun slowly on my heels and turned to face the blue devil. Even seeing him in the big tent I was caught by surprise and couldn't help but let out a small gasp. I am not sure if he noticed my shock or if he was just used to the reaction but he ignored it and made his way into his dressing room.
"Folgen Sie mir."
I did as he said and followed him into the small room, closing the door as I passed it. By the time I was inside he was already sitting in front of his mirror and signing a black and white photograph of himself.
"Und vat is your name?"
"Robert. Robert Morgan."
He went back to scribbling on the picture of himself, personalizing it for my sake. After he was finished he turned back towards me and reached out to give me the photo. I looked again at his blue, three-digit hands, shuddered for a moment. I slowly took the picture from him and thanked him with a slight bow before he turned back towards the mirror.
As I started to the door to leave I stopped in my tracks with my back to him.
"Etwas sonst?"
"I know that is no costume you are wearing..."
"Entschuldigung?"
"I also know that you were in this very room before you grabbed me, how is it you were able to get outside and behind me with me knowing?"
I must have hit a nerve because he sprung from his chair with the speed of a wild cat. Before I knew he was moving he had me turned back around and pinned to the door.
"Und now it is time for my question. How is it you came to know I vas in here?"
I was befuddled for a moment until I realized what he was talking about, the door which he had me pinned to had no windows or any other way for me to see inside from the hall. I swallowed hard and realized that this time I might have said too much.