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I'm sorry about the last two chapters. I know they were short.
Museum Tour
Still nothing. Kurtis sighed heavily as he exited the third museum. He had made sure he had spoken loud enough and if there was someone who knew something about Calvary the person shoud've heard. What were his chances of finding the place anyway? He was certain it was situated at least near Jerusalem but no one seemed to know where. He had heard at least of five different places. One of them had been on someone's backyard and Kurtis had thought the source of information couldn't be trusted. He had heard whispering behind his back many times but when he had turned around all he had seen was figures disappearing in the growd.
He also knew the risks of what he was doing. He had been born to a world filled with information not meant for normal eyes. In that world lived the Nephilim, the beasts as his father had called them. Again he remember the words of the strange lady: 'Because all of us aren't monsters'. All of whom?, he asked from himself again. His thoughts returned to the Nephilim. If one of them had managed to hear him...but it couldn't be. He had been brought up believing that the wicked beings had lost the fight about their survival long ago. On the other hand, if Karel was still alive who knew how many of them had evaded the grasp of the Lux Veritatis? He knew that Eckhardt hadn't been nepihilim. Not like the rest of them. He had just been a human who'd been granted with more years than he deserved, more years than a human heart could take.
He looked at the list he had gotten from the reception of the hotel where he was staying. There were a lot of hotels but only a few of them interested him in some sense. He took a taxi and drove to the next one. As he exited the taxi he saw a man reading a book leaning to a wall. If he had led another kind of life he probably wouldn't even have noticed the man. Kurtis tried to look like he hadn't noticed the man and kept on going. After a while the man started following him looking at the buildings as if he were a tourist. He took some snapshots of a fascinating building near by before he started walking faster.
Kurtis was just entering the museum when he heard someone clearing his throat. He dropped a piece of paper and took a couple steps forward. Then he turned around and glanced at the man who had cleared his throat before pickin up the piece of paper. The man pointed at a small alley near by raised up ten fingers and walked away. Kurtis picked the paper and walked in the museum to ask his usual questions. The woman selling tickets didn't know much more than the ones before her but after leaving the museum he had six places instead of five. It was beginning to be frustrating. He looked around trying not to look suspicious and walked to the alley. He didn't need to wait long before the man appeared. He didn't stop as Kurtis had thought he would. When he passed Kurtis he put his hand in Kurtis' pocket so fast it couldn't be seen.
After the man had gone Kurtis looked what he had put in his pocket. He found a small piece of paper only address and time written on it. After the museum tour this was the best lead he had. Now the only thing he needed to do was to find a way there. Perhaps taking a taxi would be too obvious. Would someone follow him? When he really started to think about it taxi wasn't too bad an option. They could follow him even if he walked. Might be there wasn't any them. Did the Nephilim even know where he was? He took a taxi and returned to his hotel.
He had only taken his luggage to his room before so he hadn't had a good look around. The room was spacious with pleasant colors although yellow wasn't his favorite one. He looked around for ahile. The room had a personal safe but he didn't have anything so valuable that deserved to be put in there. There was TV but Kurtis didn't watch it that much. It didn't mean he didn't like watching it. he had never found time to do so. He sat on the bed and looked at the address again. He had bought a map of Jerusalem so he'd at least know where the place was. It took a while before he was able to locate the street. He had thought there'd be something but it seemed it was some kind of warehouse district and there was cemetery nearby. He picked up his hotel room phone and dialed the number on the map. It was supposed to be a number where tourists can call if they have trouble finding their way in the city. After a couple of minutes he put down the phone. The address belonged to a funeral home.
He sat there a while that felt like eternity and went through everything he had experienced during last few days. He had his means of defending himself even against creatures such as the Nephilim. What if it was a trap? On the other hand it was the only thing right now that could lead him to the shadow katana. Would everything fail if he didn't go? Would Lara die? Kurtis found himself thinking about Lara again. What had happened to her? She had disappeared without a trace like the earth itself had swallowed her. He swallowed loudly. No...it couldn't be true. Many times in his mind he had imagined how she looked when she smiled. A thought of never finding out made him feel cold and hopeless. Made the world loose it's colors. He longed to see the softness in her eyes when she laughed for he had only seen sparks of anger and fear in them. Something so beautiful deserved to bathe in light.
The words funeral home stopped his thinking about Lara. Why funeral home? Was it less predictable or just more practical? To his amazement he realized it really didn't matter. Not even if it was a trap. He just had to be ready to face anything. Even the end of his world. He took his chirugai but not his gun. If it really was a trap set up by nephilim his gun wouldn't keep him away from grave. He called himself a taxi and after doing that exited his room and locked the door. With heavy steps he descented the stairs looking at everything like it was the last time he would see. He took in the colors liike he hadn't seen them before.
He didn't have to wait for the taxi very long and even the driver was friendly. When Kurtis told him where he wanted to go the taxi driver looked at him as he had seen a ghost. Then the man shook his head and told the closest place where he would drive.
I'm sorry about the last two chapters. I know they were short.
Museum Tour
Still nothing. Kurtis sighed heavily as he exited the third museum. He had made sure he had spoken loud enough and if there was someone who knew something about Calvary the person shoud've heard. What were his chances of finding the place anyway? He was certain it was situated at least near Jerusalem but no one seemed to know where. He had heard at least of five different places. One of them had been on someone's backyard and Kurtis had thought the source of information couldn't be trusted. He had heard whispering behind his back many times but when he had turned around all he had seen was figures disappearing in the growd.
He also knew the risks of what he was doing. He had been born to a world filled with information not meant for normal eyes. In that world lived the Nephilim, the beasts as his father had called them. Again he remember the words of the strange lady: 'Because all of us aren't monsters'. All of whom?, he asked from himself again. His thoughts returned to the Nephilim. If one of them had managed to hear him...but it couldn't be. He had been brought up believing that the wicked beings had lost the fight about their survival long ago. On the other hand, if Karel was still alive who knew how many of them had evaded the grasp of the Lux Veritatis? He knew that Eckhardt hadn't been nepihilim. Not like the rest of them. He had just been a human who'd been granted with more years than he deserved, more years than a human heart could take.
He looked at the list he had gotten from the reception of the hotel where he was staying. There were a lot of hotels but only a few of them interested him in some sense. He took a taxi and drove to the next one. As he exited the taxi he saw a man reading a book leaning to a wall. If he had led another kind of life he probably wouldn't even have noticed the man. Kurtis tried to look like he hadn't noticed the man and kept on going. After a while the man started following him looking at the buildings as if he were a tourist. He took some snapshots of a fascinating building near by before he started walking faster.
Kurtis was just entering the museum when he heard someone clearing his throat. He dropped a piece of paper and took a couple steps forward. Then he turned around and glanced at the man who had cleared his throat before pickin up the piece of paper. The man pointed at a small alley near by raised up ten fingers and walked away. Kurtis picked the paper and walked in the museum to ask his usual questions. The woman selling tickets didn't know much more than the ones before her but after leaving the museum he had six places instead of five. It was beginning to be frustrating. He looked around trying not to look suspicious and walked to the alley. He didn't need to wait long before the man appeared. He didn't stop as Kurtis had thought he would. When he passed Kurtis he put his hand in Kurtis' pocket so fast it couldn't be seen.
After the man had gone Kurtis looked what he had put in his pocket. He found a small piece of paper only address and time written on it. After the museum tour this was the best lead he had. Now the only thing he needed to do was to find a way there. Perhaps taking a taxi would be too obvious. Would someone follow him? When he really started to think about it taxi wasn't too bad an option. They could follow him even if he walked. Might be there wasn't any them. Did the Nephilim even know where he was? He took a taxi and returned to his hotel.
He had only taken his luggage to his room before so he hadn't had a good look around. The room was spacious with pleasant colors although yellow wasn't his favorite one. He looked around for ahile. The room had a personal safe but he didn't have anything so valuable that deserved to be put in there. There was TV but Kurtis didn't watch it that much. It didn't mean he didn't like watching it. he had never found time to do so. He sat on the bed and looked at the address again. He had bought a map of Jerusalem so he'd at least know where the place was. It took a while before he was able to locate the street. He had thought there'd be something but it seemed it was some kind of warehouse district and there was cemetery nearby. He picked up his hotel room phone and dialed the number on the map. It was supposed to be a number where tourists can call if they have trouble finding their way in the city. After a couple of minutes he put down the phone. The address belonged to a funeral home.
He sat there a while that felt like eternity and went through everything he had experienced during last few days. He had his means of defending himself even against creatures such as the Nephilim. What if it was a trap? On the other hand it was the only thing right now that could lead him to the shadow katana. Would everything fail if he didn't go? Would Lara die? Kurtis found himself thinking about Lara again. What had happened to her? She had disappeared without a trace like the earth itself had swallowed her. He swallowed loudly. No...it couldn't be true. Many times in his mind he had imagined how she looked when she smiled. A thought of never finding out made him feel cold and hopeless. Made the world loose it's colors. He longed to see the softness in her eyes when she laughed for he had only seen sparks of anger and fear in them. Something so beautiful deserved to bathe in light.
The words funeral home stopped his thinking about Lara. Why funeral home? Was it less predictable or just more practical? To his amazement he realized it really didn't matter. Not even if it was a trap. He just had to be ready to face anything. Even the end of his world. He took his chirugai but not his gun. If it really was a trap set up by nephilim his gun wouldn't keep him away from grave. He called himself a taxi and after doing that exited his room and locked the door. With heavy steps he descented the stairs looking at everything like it was the last time he would see. He took in the colors liike he hadn't seen them before.
He didn't have to wait for the taxi very long and even the driver was friendly. When Kurtis told him where he wanted to go the taxi driver looked at him as he had seen a ghost. Then the man shook his head and told the closest place where he would drive.