Hi everybody! Welcome to the 11th instalment of this fic. read how Boromir
braves the dangers of a futuristic world!! *grin* Do not fear, however:
He's absolutely capable of managing anything I throw into his way!
Technetium: We'll see. And thanks for the review!
roadkill-writer: Well, you know, I think it's bad for him that he is in a strange and different world, but missing documents, of which he doesn't even exactly know what they are, won't disturb him much. That's what I think, anyway.
Artemis: I know. It's just I like to keep things short and to the point.
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Afterlife? -No: Aftershock!
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Chapter Ten
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Boromir was true to his word. He kept quiet. All he did was pace around the room, while he tried to sort out this mess he'd been unwillingly thrown into. First, he checked his resources:
they were meagre. No sword, no gold, no horse, he didn't even have a knife. One positive thing was his health. He had recovered quite well from his injuries and his brain seemed to be functioning alright. Except, perhaps, that he was fantasizing about this new world, but that was a thought he didn't want to pursue.
He was not insane! He knew who he was: He was Bormir, son of Denethor, the steward of Gondor. He had a brother called Faramir, before he had been transported into this world he had been on a quest to save Gondor.
Now, what did he know of this world? He was in a town called Bearon. The buildings here were even higher thatn those of Minas Tirith, and the people travelled around it in flying vehicles. Boromir shook his head dazedly. Flying vehicles!!
Then he also remembered what Sandy had told him. There were powerful street gangs in Bearon, who ruled the city. There were street gangs in Minas Tirith, too, but they didn't have much power. Here it was different. Those so-called "Gully Rats" were an authority.
And there was also the fact, that the people here were slightly different from all of Middle Earth. Dr. Cooper, particularly, had something of all of Middle Earth's races in him. Boromir shook his head, as if that would help him to get rid of all these questions. Of course, this was to no avail.
However, he had to concentrate on something else, first. How could he convince the people here, that he was not insane and could be let out of this ward? And how could he explain the lack of any documents concerning himself?
Dejectedly, Boromir seated himself on the bed and buried his face in his hands. What now?
He snapped out of this mood, when suddenly the door burst open and two men in black and red uniforms entered the room. Behind them came Dr. Cooper, looking worried.
"What is the matter?" Boromir asked.
Dr. Cooper looked at him curiously. "We checked up all theatre groups of the city. Not one has a person of your name or with your description employed. None of them owns the sword you had with you, nor the clothes you wore. After that, we checked the weapon dealers. None of them sold this weapon. Very curious indeed!"
"The sword was always passed on in our family." Boromir told him truthfully. "I have it from my father."
"That still leaves the question of who you really are and why you got hit by arrows while holding it in your hands." One of the uniformed men said. "And this, by the way, is George Wirrell and I'm Sean Grimes."
It was then, that an idea dawned on Boromir. "It's a new method." He said, groping for words. It was difficult to make this sound as if he really had knowledge of this world. "The "Gully Rats" think it's very interesting."
The faces of the two men darkened. "The "Gully Rats"!" Wirrell exclaimed. "Why did they injure you?"
Sandy had told him, how ruthless the "Gully Rats" were, so Boromir said the first small offence he could think of. "I refused to go out of their way."
The three men facing him looked at him, disbelievingly. "You refused to.? You're insane!" Dr. Cooper cried. "No wonder they nearly killed you! Hasn't anyone ever told you that one never, NEVER stands in a gang's way?"
"You acted foolishly." Grimes agreed. "You can only do such things if a few policemen are around to help you. Which obviously wasn't the case when you did it."
"And obviously the "Gully Rats" went even further. Since they got this hacker to work for them, they like to erase citizens like you from our logs."
Hacker? What kind of logs? Boromir wondered, but showed none of his puzzlement. Somehow, his mentioning the "Gully Rats" had saved him from being put into the ward of the insane. He had no intention of making Dr. Cooper change his mind again.
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So, what do you think? Realistic enough? Or did he get away to easily? I'm looking forward to opinions! See y'all!!
Technetium: We'll see. And thanks for the review!
roadkill-writer: Well, you know, I think it's bad for him that he is in a strange and different world, but missing documents, of which he doesn't even exactly know what they are, won't disturb him much. That's what I think, anyway.
Artemis: I know. It's just I like to keep things short and to the point.
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Afterlife? -No: Aftershock!
.
.
Chapter Ten
.
Boromir was true to his word. He kept quiet. All he did was pace around the room, while he tried to sort out this mess he'd been unwillingly thrown into. First, he checked his resources:
they were meagre. No sword, no gold, no horse, he didn't even have a knife. One positive thing was his health. He had recovered quite well from his injuries and his brain seemed to be functioning alright. Except, perhaps, that he was fantasizing about this new world, but that was a thought he didn't want to pursue.
He was not insane! He knew who he was: He was Bormir, son of Denethor, the steward of Gondor. He had a brother called Faramir, before he had been transported into this world he had been on a quest to save Gondor.
Now, what did he know of this world? He was in a town called Bearon. The buildings here were even higher thatn those of Minas Tirith, and the people travelled around it in flying vehicles. Boromir shook his head dazedly. Flying vehicles!!
Then he also remembered what Sandy had told him. There were powerful street gangs in Bearon, who ruled the city. There were street gangs in Minas Tirith, too, but they didn't have much power. Here it was different. Those so-called "Gully Rats" were an authority.
And there was also the fact, that the people here were slightly different from all of Middle Earth. Dr. Cooper, particularly, had something of all of Middle Earth's races in him. Boromir shook his head, as if that would help him to get rid of all these questions. Of course, this was to no avail.
However, he had to concentrate on something else, first. How could he convince the people here, that he was not insane and could be let out of this ward? And how could he explain the lack of any documents concerning himself?
Dejectedly, Boromir seated himself on the bed and buried his face in his hands. What now?
He snapped out of this mood, when suddenly the door burst open and two men in black and red uniforms entered the room. Behind them came Dr. Cooper, looking worried.
"What is the matter?" Boromir asked.
Dr. Cooper looked at him curiously. "We checked up all theatre groups of the city. Not one has a person of your name or with your description employed. None of them owns the sword you had with you, nor the clothes you wore. After that, we checked the weapon dealers. None of them sold this weapon. Very curious indeed!"
"The sword was always passed on in our family." Boromir told him truthfully. "I have it from my father."
"That still leaves the question of who you really are and why you got hit by arrows while holding it in your hands." One of the uniformed men said. "And this, by the way, is George Wirrell and I'm Sean Grimes."
It was then, that an idea dawned on Boromir. "It's a new method." He said, groping for words. It was difficult to make this sound as if he really had knowledge of this world. "The "Gully Rats" think it's very interesting."
The faces of the two men darkened. "The "Gully Rats"!" Wirrell exclaimed. "Why did they injure you?"
Sandy had told him, how ruthless the "Gully Rats" were, so Boromir said the first small offence he could think of. "I refused to go out of their way."
The three men facing him looked at him, disbelievingly. "You refused to.? You're insane!" Dr. Cooper cried. "No wonder they nearly killed you! Hasn't anyone ever told you that one never, NEVER stands in a gang's way?"
"You acted foolishly." Grimes agreed. "You can only do such things if a few policemen are around to help you. Which obviously wasn't the case when you did it."
"And obviously the "Gully Rats" went even further. Since they got this hacker to work for them, they like to erase citizens like you from our logs."
Hacker? What kind of logs? Boromir wondered, but showed none of his puzzlement. Somehow, his mentioning the "Gully Rats" had saved him from being put into the ward of the insane. He had no intention of making Dr. Cooper change his mind again.
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So, what do you think? Realistic enough? Or did he get away to easily? I'm looking forward to opinions! See y'all!!