唯一勝偃月，
殺人寥無數。
刀從不出鞘，
極品乃鈍刀。
2014年10月1日 星期三
木屋殺機
正值黃昏，天空被奪目的紅霞染紅了，顯得格外美麗。城外遠處有一座綠草茵茵、黃花灼灼的入雲高山沐浴在這漂亮動人的紅顏裡，草地上一陣陣溫暖。高山最高處有一小木屋，裡面一直都靜悄悄的。忽然，裡面傳出一陣陣嘆氣聲。傳出的聲音卻都是老人的嘆氣聲，像是一個對充滿罪惡的過去懺悔的老人的嘆氣聲。
推開柴屝的是一個年過七旬的老年人，臉上千瘡百孔，也分不清哪是皺紋，哪是刀疤刀痕。他輕輕以袖擦汗，對著艷陽報以一笑，只有他老人家才知道笑是多麼的艱難。他十八歲出來投考武狀元，然後當了當時丞相的護衛和殺手，那時為了養活一頭家，也甘心為一個草菅人命的人做事。他輕輕摸著額頭上的兩條刀疤，那是他二十歲和當時一個使柳葉刀的刺客打鬥留下的；他又摸了他顴骨上的一個槍孔，那是他去刺殺「七星槍王」被發現後留下的；他的手越向下，觸及的回憶就更多......他有一次便放了刺客，叫那刺客對江湖豪傑說只要有他「天地老人（他臉上千瘡百孔，而且皮膚黝黑，別人便以為他是個老人家了)」在，沒人可以打丞相的主意，意在減少傷害這些豪傑。怎知，江湖卻多了人來刺殺丞相，使得被他殺的人越來越多，當中不乏高手。
到了四十多歲時，他也心灰意冷了，又不想為奸人賣命，便想帶了家眷走，怎知走時卻被蒙面人襲擊，他當然沒事，但妻兒就在一戰中死了。到了這時，妻兒被人用矛刺穿了腸子痛苦的模樣還歷歷在目。他隱退後就拿出自己所有的錢來救濟人，又以武功救人，不張揚地做盡好事來撫平自己的心，但他卻一直不敢去面對他殺死過的人的家眷，因為他太害怕了。
不見了妻兒，又要躲避仇家的追殺（不是他怕打不過人，而是再怕傷人），每天只好行屍走肉般地在木屋裡過日子。正所謂朝看水东流，暮看日西坠，每天也是這樣匆匆流失，這也為他的皮膚添上不起眼的皺紋。現在他已年過花甲，每天仍是這樣。
沉思間，光陰似箭，艷陽落，夜罩大地。
老人躺在木床上，閉上了眼睛，想要在痛苦來臨之前睡去，不要讓回憶在他清醒的時候折磨他。
似夢非夢，一陣碎碎的腳步聲從遠處傳來，他彷彿又要看到妻兒被殺死的一刻......不！他猛然睜開眼睛，那腳步聲是從屋子外傳進來的！
他悄悄坐了起來，不動聲色地拿起他那掛在牆邊的武器----大鐵椎。就在他武器到手的一刻，近床的窗戶被一黑影撞破，銀光一閃，老人卻見兩個槍頭如閃電般直插向他的咽喉。老人一手便把那重四五十斤的大鐵椎提起，然後用它撞去兩個槍頭，硬生生地把它們分開，這時老人只覺得槍頭的力道甚大，只好向後一躍。
空氣在一瞬間凝結住了。
小木屋裡驀然只剩下兩個人的呼吸聲。
老人面對的也是個頭髮斑白的老人，但對手的目光如炬，像一把鋒利的刀，要切開他的心思來看看。聽對手呼吸聲平均有力，根本不像一個老人的呼吸聲，這只有會內功的人才知道，這老人的內功也到了爐火純青的地步。他手裡緊握著兩支銀色的短槍，短槍的槍頭也隨著他的手不斷抖動。
天地老人早就想到這人是來報仇的，但他還裝蒜問道：「閣下與本人無仇無怨，為什麼眼露凶光，招招要我的命呢？」
那老人望著天地老人的大鐵椎，冷笑了幾聲，說道：「無仇無怨，哼，我的兒子『七星槍王』便是給你這大鐵椎打得重傷致死的！」說到此處，那老人的聲音不禁顫抖。他定了定神，再繼續道：「他告訴我他在你的顴骨上留了一個槍孔，我現在怎會認不出自己的殺子仇人呢？」
天地老人嘆了一口氣，搖著頭道：「我現在才發覺我以前實在不應該為了錢而去幫奸人做事，以致罪孽越積越多，縱使我這陣子做了許多的好事也不能掩蓋這道傷疤。」
對面的老人驚奇的道：「難道這陣子江湖上大大小小的惡人就是你除去的?」
「正是。」
「即使如此，你不給死在你手下的人的家人任何補償，不給他們交代，你也不能減輕他們的傷痛。」
「我一直很害怕見到他們。」
「那你現在見了我，還害不害怕？」
「也是有點。」
「好，莫多言，我們現在就把恩怨了結！」
銀槍抖擻，已出其不意的把天地老人迫了向木屋的牆角，天地老人暗暗吃驚，他一生來遇到過的高手的招數也沒有眼前這人那麼凌厲，他把大鐵椎往牆上一摁，借力彈上半空，然後一個倒掛金鉤，倒立著送了一個飛掌給那老人，那老人輕輕一躍避開了飛掌，橫著把兩支短槍往兩個牆角擲去，然後打出了兩掌。天地老人只覺掌風撲面，知道不可硬接，便側著身子退了一大步，這時，兩支銀槍自牆角反彈回來，刺向天地老人后腰的兩邊。天地老人實在沒辦法，只好向前跨了一步，那老人卻早已等著他，兩手一拂，兩道勁風直往天地老人兩邊的太陽穴撲去，天地老人把大鐵椎向上一拋，然後雙拳齊出，毫無修飾，直接地往那老人的印堂打去。那老人本來像閃電般去拂天地老人的手只好收回。剛好在這時，武器又落回各人的手中。
兩位老人雖然有仇，現在卻也不禁佩服對方的武功和機智，只怕當今也沒有十個人能接得住他們一百招，但兩個武功高強的人終於因仇恨碰了在一起，今天一戰，這世上必定是要有一個高手消失的了，連他們兩人也是十分的惋惜。感慨過後，他們立即收束心神，再次備戰。
敵不動，我不動，兩人的腳便釘住了地，誰也沒有動。銀槍老人終於沉不住氣，一聲清嘯，兩支銀槍如閃電般，分襲天地老人的咽喉和曲池，天地老人急退兩步，然後發一記飛掌，銀槍老人縱身一躍，把銀槍一遞，天地老人張開了嘴，那是因為他看見一套失傳了而且恐怖的武功----死神槍法。
死神槍法只有三招，卻在這三招裡把你變成一個手無縛雞之力的人。練這三槍的人的氣功必須練到爐火純青的地步才能把它發揮的得心應手，因為它是以氣牆封住對方任何動作，而且出手要快，要流暢，有一點的停頓便足以令使槍的人反受其害，因為對方在逃離了死神後，一定會全力還擊，人懸在半空想要避過對方的殺手是很難的。
第一招和第二招過後，天地老人已感到無比壓力，他知道如果讓銀槍老人使全了，他就變成一隻任人宰割的羊兒，他拼命想把武器拿起來還擊，但就是沒辦法，他現在終於明白一個人與生俱來的恐懼。他看著對手打出第三招，忽然，他感到了，雖然只是很少的分別，但他確實感到那力道減弱了，也慢了，他那肯放過這個機會，便把大鐵椎往氣牆一撞，雖然力道減弱了，但也使天地老人坐到了在地上。銀槍老人只覺一股強勁的氣流反向他撲去，想擋也來不及了，只見他撞破了一道牆，坐到在外面的草地上。
很快的，兩個人又站起來了，天地老人的臉色紅潤，只是汗如雨下。卻看那銀槍老人，臉色蒼白，忽然一口鮮血便吐出來了。
銀槍老人用他沙啞的聲音嘆道：「哎，這回真的是老了。」
天地老人看著地上那一灘血，心在悸動。
銀槍老人突然笑道：「大仇未報，何能罷戰！」這一笑響徹行雲，天地老人聽後也臉色一變。
銀槍老人一陣急刺，又把天地老人迫退了，然後運氣把雙槍一拋，然後雙拳一出，這次天地老人才發現他沒有躲避的可能。
沒有退，只有進！
天地老人連發三計飛掌，銀槍老人若不縮手擋著飛掌，也是要死的了。這根本就是圍魏救趙的計策！
他聰明一世，但就是笨在這時。銀槍老人此時死盡親人，心中想的只是報仇，報仇過後只有行屍走肉的生活，其實和死了也沒有分別。
他這一次真的豁了出去。
一陣令人可怕的寂靜。
月光下，兩人的臉色俱慘白，死人般的慘白。
天地老人已坐到在地上，嘴角流著血，腹部插著兩支短槍，身上中了兩拳，肋骨盡碎。
銀槍老人身中三計飛掌，可知道一頭大掌受了一記飛掌也要四五個月才能再次走動，人的血肉之軀那裡能承受這麼巨大的力量。雖然他仍站住了，他也知道他只要一動，立時便會噴血死亡。
天地老人看了看銀槍老人，忽然露出了微笑，他斷斷續續地說：「都怪我...以...以前...不...不好，沒有...有承...承擔自...自己...己的過錯。」
銀槍老人沒有動，他只是望了天地老人一下，只見天地老人露出了一個「死在你手上也是值得的」的表情便躺倒在地上了，手裡抓得很緊的大鐵椎滑出了手掌。天地老人死的時候還在微笑，因為他終於能勇敢面對他的恐懼，讓這想封閉也封不住的恐懼釋放了出來。
銀槍老人笑了笑，便也震斷了自己的心脈，讓自己也躺倒在這草地上，享受這永遠的長眠。
推開柴屝的是一個年過七旬的老年人，臉上千瘡百孔，也分不清哪是皺紋，哪是刀疤刀痕。他輕輕以袖擦汗，對著艷陽報以一笑，只有他老人家才知道笑是多麼的艱難。他十八歲出來投考武狀元，然後當了當時丞相的護衛和殺手，那時為了養活一頭家，也甘心為一個草菅人命的人做事。他輕輕摸著額頭上的兩條刀疤，那是他二十歲和當時一個使柳葉刀的刺客打鬥留下的；他又摸了他顴骨上的一個槍孔，那是他去刺殺「七星槍王」被發現後留下的；他的手越向下，觸及的回憶就更多......他有一次便放了刺客，叫那刺客對江湖豪傑說只要有他「天地老人（他臉上千瘡百孔，而且皮膚黝黑，別人便以為他是個老人家了)」在，沒人可以打丞相的主意，意在減少傷害這些豪傑。怎知，江湖卻多了人來刺殺丞相，使得被他殺的人越來越多，當中不乏高手。
到了四十多歲時，他也心灰意冷了，又不想為奸人賣命，便想帶了家眷走，怎知走時卻被蒙面人襲擊，他當然沒事，但妻兒就在一戰中死了。到了這時，妻兒被人用矛刺穿了腸子痛苦的模樣還歷歷在目。他隱退後就拿出自己所有的錢來救濟人，又以武功救人，不張揚地做盡好事來撫平自己的心，但他卻一直不敢去面對他殺死過的人的家眷，因為他太害怕了。
不見了妻兒，又要躲避仇家的追殺（不是他怕打不過人，而是再怕傷人），每天只好行屍走肉般地在木屋裡過日子。正所謂朝看水东流，暮看日西坠，每天也是這樣匆匆流失，這也為他的皮膚添上不起眼的皺紋。現在他已年過花甲，每天仍是這樣。
沉思間，光陰似箭，艷陽落，夜罩大地。
老人躺在木床上，閉上了眼睛，想要在痛苦來臨之前睡去，不要讓回憶在他清醒的時候折磨他。
似夢非夢，一陣碎碎的腳步聲從遠處傳來，他彷彿又要看到妻兒被殺死的一刻......不！他猛然睜開眼睛，那腳步聲是從屋子外傳進來的！
他悄悄坐了起來，不動聲色地拿起他那掛在牆邊的武器----大鐵椎。就在他武器到手的一刻，近床的窗戶被一黑影撞破，銀光一閃，老人卻見兩個槍頭如閃電般直插向他的咽喉。老人一手便把那重四五十斤的大鐵椎提起，然後用它撞去兩個槍頭，硬生生地把它們分開，這時老人只覺得槍頭的力道甚大，只好向後一躍。
空氣在一瞬間凝結住了。
小木屋裡驀然只剩下兩個人的呼吸聲。
老人面對的也是個頭髮斑白的老人，但對手的目光如炬，像一把鋒利的刀，要切開他的心思來看看。聽對手呼吸聲平均有力，根本不像一個老人的呼吸聲，這只有會內功的人才知道，這老人的內功也到了爐火純青的地步。他手裡緊握著兩支銀色的短槍，短槍的槍頭也隨著他的手不斷抖動。
天地老人早就想到這人是來報仇的，但他還裝蒜問道：「閣下與本人無仇無怨，為什麼眼露凶光，招招要我的命呢？」
那老人望著天地老人的大鐵椎，冷笑了幾聲，說道：「無仇無怨，哼，我的兒子『七星槍王』便是給你這大鐵椎打得重傷致死的！」說到此處，那老人的聲音不禁顫抖。他定了定神，再繼續道：「他告訴我他在你的顴骨上留了一個槍孔，我現在怎會認不出自己的殺子仇人呢？」
天地老人嘆了一口氣，搖著頭道：「我現在才發覺我以前實在不應該為了錢而去幫奸人做事，以致罪孽越積越多，縱使我這陣子做了許多的好事也不能掩蓋這道傷疤。」
對面的老人驚奇的道：「難道這陣子江湖上大大小小的惡人就是你除去的?」
「正是。」
「即使如此，你不給死在你手下的人的家人任何補償，不給他們交代，你也不能減輕他們的傷痛。」
「我一直很害怕見到他們。」
「那你現在見了我，還害不害怕？」
「也是有點。」
「好，莫多言，我們現在就把恩怨了結！」
銀槍抖擻，已出其不意的把天地老人迫了向木屋的牆角，天地老人暗暗吃驚，他一生來遇到過的高手的招數也沒有眼前這人那麼凌厲，他把大鐵椎往牆上一摁，借力彈上半空，然後一個倒掛金鉤，倒立著送了一個飛掌給那老人，那老人輕輕一躍避開了飛掌，橫著把兩支短槍往兩個牆角擲去，然後打出了兩掌。天地老人只覺掌風撲面，知道不可硬接，便側著身子退了一大步，這時，兩支銀槍自牆角反彈回來，刺向天地老人后腰的兩邊。天地老人實在沒辦法，只好向前跨了一步，那老人卻早已等著他，兩手一拂，兩道勁風直往天地老人兩邊的太陽穴撲去，天地老人把大鐵椎向上一拋，然後雙拳齊出，毫無修飾，直接地往那老人的印堂打去。那老人本來像閃電般去拂天地老人的手只好收回。剛好在這時，武器又落回各人的手中。
兩位老人雖然有仇，現在卻也不禁佩服對方的武功和機智，只怕當今也沒有十個人能接得住他們一百招，但兩個武功高強的人終於因仇恨碰了在一起，今天一戰，這世上必定是要有一個高手消失的了，連他們兩人也是十分的惋惜。感慨過後，他們立即收束心神，再次備戰。
敵不動，我不動，兩人的腳便釘住了地，誰也沒有動。銀槍老人終於沉不住氣，一聲清嘯，兩支銀槍如閃電般，分襲天地老人的咽喉和曲池，天地老人急退兩步，然後發一記飛掌，銀槍老人縱身一躍，把銀槍一遞，天地老人張開了嘴，那是因為他看見一套失傳了而且恐怖的武功----死神槍法。
死神槍法只有三招，卻在這三招裡把你變成一個手無縛雞之力的人。練這三槍的人的氣功必須練到爐火純青的地步才能把它發揮的得心應手，因為它是以氣牆封住對方任何動作，而且出手要快，要流暢，有一點的停頓便足以令使槍的人反受其害，因為對方在逃離了死神後，一定會全力還擊，人懸在半空想要避過對方的殺手是很難的。
第一招和第二招過後，天地老人已感到無比壓力，他知道如果讓銀槍老人使全了，他就變成一隻任人宰割的羊兒，他拼命想把武器拿起來還擊，但就是沒辦法，他現在終於明白一個人與生俱來的恐懼。他看著對手打出第三招，忽然，他感到了，雖然只是很少的分別，但他確實感到那力道減弱了，也慢了，他那肯放過這個機會，便把大鐵椎往氣牆一撞，雖然力道減弱了，但也使天地老人坐到了在地上。銀槍老人只覺一股強勁的氣流反向他撲去，想擋也來不及了，只見他撞破了一道牆，坐到在外面的草地上。
很快的，兩個人又站起來了，天地老人的臉色紅潤，只是汗如雨下。卻看那銀槍老人，臉色蒼白，忽然一口鮮血便吐出來了。
銀槍老人用他沙啞的聲音嘆道：「哎，這回真的是老了。」
天地老人看著地上那一灘血，心在悸動。
銀槍老人突然笑道：「大仇未報，何能罷戰！」這一笑響徹行雲，天地老人聽後也臉色一變。
銀槍老人一陣急刺，又把天地老人迫退了，然後運氣把雙槍一拋，然後雙拳一出，這次天地老人才發現他沒有躲避的可能。
沒有退，只有進！
天地老人連發三計飛掌，銀槍老人若不縮手擋著飛掌，也是要死的了。這根本就是圍魏救趙的計策！
他聰明一世，但就是笨在這時。銀槍老人此時死盡親人，心中想的只是報仇，報仇過後只有行屍走肉的生活，其實和死了也沒有分別。
他這一次真的豁了出去。
一陣令人可怕的寂靜。
月光下，兩人的臉色俱慘白，死人般的慘白。
天地老人已坐到在地上，嘴角流著血，腹部插著兩支短槍，身上中了兩拳，肋骨盡碎。
銀槍老人身中三計飛掌，可知道一頭大掌受了一記飛掌也要四五個月才能再次走動，人的血肉之軀那裡能承受這麼巨大的力量。雖然他仍站住了，他也知道他只要一動，立時便會噴血死亡。
天地老人看了看銀槍老人，忽然露出了微笑，他斷斷續續地說：「都怪我...以...以前...不...不好，沒有...有承...承擔自...自己...己的過錯。」
銀槍老人沒有動，他只是望了天地老人一下，只見天地老人露出了一個「死在你手上也是值得的」的表情便躺倒在地上了，手裡抓得很緊的大鐵椎滑出了手掌。天地老人死的時候還在微笑，因為他終於能勇敢面對他的恐懼，讓這想封閉也封不住的恐懼釋放了出來。
銀槍老人笑了笑，便也震斷了自己的心脈，讓自己也躺倒在這草地上，享受這永遠的長眠。
Who is the chess master?
For the first time, Jack felt himself being old. Sitting on the sofa, he took a photo frame from the shelf beside him. What in the frame was two people, him and his daughter. Thinking about his daughter, he managed to remember his daughter is in another country now, working in a big company. He hasn't and hasn't been contacted by his daughter for five years. However, time wasn't a problem earlier, he was always so busy with his own bussiness.
He opened up several big companies, and he donated money too, but he didn't get much honour. Most merchants knew the reason, he did too, but he just couldn't stop it. He couldn't start his enterprise without kidnapping a rich man, and it was the first crime he commited. But it is worth it, he thought, as long as I reached my being-rich dream. Committing different crimes like smuggling, kidnapping for so many years, he knew the trick not to fail. Imagine you are a chess master, then everyone who works for you is your chessman. Surely, in order to get your job done, you need sacrifice.
But somehow his enterprise's progress now was disappointing him, and his companies were facing more and more challenges and problems. What is worse, he didn't even know who the enemy was, and his workers kept disappearing.
This disaster began last year, when his right-hand-man was kidnapped by an unknown organization. Though he did this deception before, he was too afraid to lose his intelligent worker. He lost 50 million (ransom) and a very good man. Then everything just got worse.
His phone beeped, a new message from his assistant.
Emergency, it read, a strike happened outside our headquarter in America. Our enemy has successfully convinced most of our best workers to work at their company because they will be paid at a higher salary and better working condition.
Fuck! he cursed under his breath, everything was failing him.
Tell them, we will pay a higher salary. He sent.
According to our current financial condition, it is somehow impossible to pay them a higher salary. Came the ruthless reply.
He calmed himself down, and thought deeply, our enemy has successfully convinced most of our best workers to work at their company... Suddenly, the sky was clear. He immediately messaged his assistant:
Who is behind all these? Who is our enemy?
Very soon, his phone beeped.
Well, I didn't want to tell you that as you must be angry after knowing it.
Just tell me.
Okay, our enemy is a new but large company called The New Century which owns many stores around the world. Their main source of income are selling high-tech electronic devices, mostly for communications. Yesterday they brought down Samsung and Apple and signed a contract with them. The contract provided those who work for Samsung a tremendous amount of money, but everything originally belonged to Samsung belongs to The New Century now.
After reading it, Jack jumped. Actually jumped. He felt his bead-like sweats trickling down his face, he felt his hands trembling, and he felt his eyes blinking fast. How could I have missed it? He grabbed the remote control and turned on the TV. Every news was talking about this matter. He couldn't believe it, if he couldn't bring down Samsung and Apple, then no one could bring down them. Now, something impossible turned possible.
No, he screamed in his head, I need to bring down that new company before I am brought down.
He closed his eyes and thought. He would have to have a plan to completely obliterate this company.
He picked up his phone and texted his assistant.
Arrange a meeting with the leader of the company in the Golden Crown hotel. Tell them I want to sell them some stocks. Bring 20 assassins to lurk in a right position. When you see me go to the toilet, take those bastards out.
About 15 minutes later, his assistant replied him, they are okay for the meeting, assassins at ready. I arrange the meeting at 3:00 p.m., is it okay?
Jack checked his schedule and answered. Okay.
***********************************************************************************
When he arrived at the place, he walked into the room. A man he did not know was sitting at the opposite side of the long table accompanied by two guards. He had only one guard though, but he was the best, and he was his assistant. He originally had two guards, the original-right-hand-man, but you all know what happened to him.
A silent moment dragged by. He broke the silence first, greeting the man.
Inside the hotel, 20 people were paying attention to the room's door at their secret position.
The meeting continued smoothly, and Jack would be too happy to see a plot-twist. Who would be the winner in the future? It is me! He thought joyfully, tomorrow you will disappear from this world and I will be the king! Hahahahahahahaaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They must be in position now, then I will just...do it. He stood up and said, "Gentlemen, may I go to washroom please?" The man looked up from the 'contract' Jack had given him and said with a broad grin, "Sure."
Jack went to washroom and waited for the helpless scream. However, he really wanted to go to pee, so he pee. When he was washing his hands, his assistant came in. There is no screaming, how come?! He thought, then he corrected himself, maybe they are sedated. It would be fun torturing them back at his home!
He said joyfully, " How fast!"
His assistant replied, "We haven't got our job done."
He stared at his assistant and thought, is he insane, if he hasn't got his job done, then why come here to talk to me.
He said with a stern voice, "Then do it now!"
His assistant nodded and said as if he was laughing, "Of course, sir!"
It reminded him something, it is... it is...
Then a million things happen very quickly.
20 assasins walked into the washroom, each pointing a tranquillizer gun towards him, and the one leading him was...was his own assistant.
Then his ex-assistant laughed, "Old man, you surely will be more shocked afterwards."
But the old man's head couldn't compute what his ex-assistant said and it would be too late when he figured out its outest meaning, because he would already be sedated.
And he was sedated.
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He woke up in a dark room, two men sitting beside him. He tried to move, but he was tied to...something.
He squinted. His ex-assistant and someone were sitting beside him.
His ex-assistant clapped his hands and said gleefully, "Now, our guest is awake. Let's do some self-introduction, I am Rony Mark, the vice-president of The New Century. It is our honour to have you to listen to our stories."
Jack barked, "I want to see your president, not vice-president."
"Then try not to get heart attack." Rony smirked and turned his head towards the door of the room, "Let's welcome our president!"
Handclaping was heard from outside, at least 100 people outside the room. The person came in with a mask. When the person took off the mask, it revealed a face that was horribly familiar to him.
The president was a she.
Jack screamed as loud as he could. He really didn't see that coming.
It was...it was his...his own...own daughter!!!!!!!!!
" Jack, don't panick, I am going to tell you great stories." Came his daughter reply, too sexy and too unfamiliar. She talked like a stranger, Jack thought bitterly.
Her daughter dropped herself into Rony's hug and began her stories.
Jack, still remember your ex-right-hand-man kidnapped-and-killed incident. Yes, it marked your downfall. He was an intelligent and alert man which made him very hard to get rid of. However you were so absent-minded and arrogant at that time, and you didn't listen to his advice. We let more and more men into your company, and one of them became your ex-assistant. Though your ex-right-hand-man was smart, but my Rony was smarter. Rony managed to kill him without being noticed. And what made me laugh was that you couldn't identify the fake one and paid a large amout of gold to him. Then, Rony was the only assistant, and all your information and daily schedules will be collected by Rony. Everyday he pretended to be your good assistant, and when we know everything of
you, our victory comes. Jack, you are too old to do bussiness, I will do it for you, don't worry.
His daughter tapped him playfully on his forehead, which was a disgrace in his view.
Then his daughter showed him something like a scroll. To his terror, it was a contract and it was signed by him. No way, I wouldn't have signed it.
His daughter smiled and said, " we forged it, we have experts. So tomorrow, all your stocks and companies, the whole enterprise belonged to you will belong to me. Then I will be the one to control the whole market. Rest, Jack, then you will leave this world peacefully." Her daughter chuckled before she headed for the door.
When his daughter was going to exit the room, he asked broken-heartedly, "Why do you do this to me?"
" I learnt from you, and I am the chess master, not you, I control everything, men and resources." His daughter answered with a cold voice.
So, he thought, the thing that kills me is bacause of my own motto. My death will be caused by my own motto. He laughed, laughed as a lunatic. He sinked himself too deep in his painful thoughts, and he just couldn't remember what happened next.
He opened up several big companies, and he donated money too, but he didn't get much honour. Most merchants knew the reason, he did too, but he just couldn't stop it. He couldn't start his enterprise without kidnapping a rich man, and it was the first crime he commited. But it is worth it, he thought, as long as I reached my being-rich dream. Committing different crimes like smuggling, kidnapping for so many years, he knew the trick not to fail. Imagine you are a chess master, then everyone who works for you is your chessman. Surely, in order to get your job done, you need sacrifice.
But somehow his enterprise's progress now was disappointing him, and his companies were facing more and more challenges and problems. What is worse, he didn't even know who the enemy was, and his workers kept disappearing.
This disaster began last year, when his right-hand-man was kidnapped by an unknown organization. Though he did this deception before, he was too afraid to lose his intelligent worker. He lost 50 million (ransom) and a very good man. Then everything just got worse.
His phone beeped, a new message from his assistant.
Emergency, it read, a strike happened outside our headquarter in America. Our enemy has successfully convinced most of our best workers to work at their company because they will be paid at a higher salary and better working condition.
Fuck! he cursed under his breath, everything was failing him.
Tell them, we will pay a higher salary. He sent.
According to our current financial condition, it is somehow impossible to pay them a higher salary. Came the ruthless reply.
He calmed himself down, and thought deeply, our enemy has successfully convinced most of our best workers to work at their company... Suddenly, the sky was clear. He immediately messaged his assistant:
Who is behind all these? Who is our enemy?
Very soon, his phone beeped.
Well, I didn't want to tell you that as you must be angry after knowing it.
Just tell me.
Okay, our enemy is a new but large company called The New Century which owns many stores around the world. Their main source of income are selling high-tech electronic devices, mostly for communications. Yesterday they brought down Samsung and Apple and signed a contract with them. The contract provided those who work for Samsung a tremendous amount of money, but everything originally belonged to Samsung belongs to The New Century now.
After reading it, Jack jumped. Actually jumped. He felt his bead-like sweats trickling down his face, he felt his hands trembling, and he felt his eyes blinking fast. How could I have missed it? He grabbed the remote control and turned on the TV. Every news was talking about this matter. He couldn't believe it, if he couldn't bring down Samsung and Apple, then no one could bring down them. Now, something impossible turned possible.
No, he screamed in his head, I need to bring down that new company before I am brought down.
He closed his eyes and thought. He would have to have a plan to completely obliterate this company.
He picked up his phone and texted his assistant.
Arrange a meeting with the leader of the company in the Golden Crown hotel. Tell them I want to sell them some stocks. Bring 20 assassins to lurk in a right position. When you see me go to the toilet, take those bastards out.
About 15 minutes later, his assistant replied him, they are okay for the meeting, assassins at ready. I arrange the meeting at 3:00 p.m., is it okay?
Jack checked his schedule and answered. Okay.
***********************************************************************************
When he arrived at the place, he walked into the room. A man he did not know was sitting at the opposite side of the long table accompanied by two guards. He had only one guard though, but he was the best, and he was his assistant. He originally had two guards, the original-right-hand-man, but you all know what happened to him.
A silent moment dragged by. He broke the silence first, greeting the man.
Inside the hotel, 20 people were paying attention to the room's door at their secret position.
The meeting continued smoothly, and Jack would be too happy to see a plot-twist. Who would be the winner in the future? It is me! He thought joyfully, tomorrow you will disappear from this world and I will be the king! Hahahahahahahaaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They must be in position now, then I will just...do it. He stood up and said, "Gentlemen, may I go to washroom please?" The man looked up from the 'contract' Jack had given him and said with a broad grin, "Sure."
Jack went to washroom and waited for the helpless scream. However, he really wanted to go to pee, so he pee. When he was washing his hands, his assistant came in. There is no screaming, how come?! He thought, then he corrected himself, maybe they are sedated. It would be fun torturing them back at his home!
He said joyfully, " How fast!"
His assistant replied, "We haven't got our job done."
He stared at his assistant and thought, is he insane, if he hasn't got his job done, then why come here to talk to me.
He said with a stern voice, "Then do it now!"
His assistant nodded and said as if he was laughing, "Of course, sir!"
It reminded him something, it is... it is...
Then a million things happen very quickly.
20 assasins walked into the washroom, each pointing a tranquillizer gun towards him, and the one leading him was...was his own assistant.
Then his ex-assistant laughed, "Old man, you surely will be more shocked afterwards."
But the old man's head couldn't compute what his ex-assistant said and it would be too late when he figured out its outest meaning, because he would already be sedated.
And he was sedated.
***********************************************************************************
He woke up in a dark room, two men sitting beside him. He tried to move, but he was tied to...something.
He squinted. His ex-assistant and someone were sitting beside him.
His ex-assistant clapped his hands and said gleefully, "Now, our guest is awake. Let's do some self-introduction, I am Rony Mark, the vice-president of The New Century. It is our honour to have you to listen to our stories."
Jack barked, "I want to see your president, not vice-president."
"Then try not to get heart attack." Rony smirked and turned his head towards the door of the room, "Let's welcome our president!"
Handclaping was heard from outside, at least 100 people outside the room. The person came in with a mask. When the person took off the mask, it revealed a face that was horribly familiar to him.
The president was a she.
Jack screamed as loud as he could. He really didn't see that coming.
It was...it was his...his own...own daughter!!!!!!!!!
" Jack, don't panick, I am going to tell you great stories." Came his daughter reply, too sexy and too unfamiliar. She talked like a stranger, Jack thought bitterly.
Her daughter dropped herself into Rony's hug and began her stories.
Jack, still remember your ex-right-hand-man kidnapped-and-killed incident. Yes, it marked your downfall. He was an intelligent and alert man which made him very hard to get rid of. However you were so absent-minded and arrogant at that time, and you didn't listen to his advice. We let more and more men into your company, and one of them became your ex-assistant. Though your ex-right-hand-man was smart, but my Rony was smarter. Rony managed to kill him without being noticed. And what made me laugh was that you couldn't identify the fake one and paid a large amout of gold to him. Then, Rony was the only assistant, and all your information and daily schedules will be collected by Rony. Everyday he pretended to be your good assistant, and when we know everything of
you, our victory comes. Jack, you are too old to do bussiness, I will do it for you, don't worry.
His daughter tapped him playfully on his forehead, which was a disgrace in his view.
Then his daughter showed him something like a scroll. To his terror, it was a contract and it was signed by him. No way, I wouldn't have signed it.
His daughter smiled and said, " we forged it, we have experts. So tomorrow, all your stocks and companies, the whole enterprise belonged to you will belong to me. Then I will be the one to control the whole market. Rest, Jack, then you will leave this world peacefully." Her daughter chuckled before she headed for the door.
When his daughter was going to exit the room, he asked broken-heartedly, "Why do you do this to me?"
" I learnt from you, and I am the chess master, not you, I control everything, men and resources." His daughter answered with a cold voice.
So, he thought, the thing that kills me is bacause of my own motto. My death will be caused by my own motto. He laughed, laughed as a lunatic. He sinked himself too deep in his painful thoughts, and he just couldn't remember what happened next.
Cocaine Fishballs
“Onward Christian soldiers.
Marching as to war.
With the cross of Jesus.
Going on before.”
The Christians from different churches assembled in Stanley prison to sing their hymns of praise during Christmas time, and the images of my beloved children, wife, and parents instantly floated into my mind. Unfortunately, I will never get the chance to see them again in my lifetime, thanks to the utterly wrong decision I’ve made last year.
I was busy working in my office on last year’s Christmas day, when a black limousine pulled up outside the building of our company. Larry Win, a famous criminal who is wanted by the useless and pathetic HK government, got off the limousine and went into our company’s building with his assistants.
My secretary really freaked out when she spotted Larry along with his assistants, all armed with AK-47, enter our office.
“Mr. Ball, someone outsides w……wants to s……see you.”
“Let them in, and quit stammering.”
Frankly speaking, I was also quite scared and shocked to see these unexpected guests step into my office. Nevertheless, I tried my best to look confident in the outside.
A leather handbag which is stuffed and overloaded landed on my table with a loud “Bang!”
“Merry Christmas, Mr. Ball. How’re you doing lately?”
“Be honest and tell me WHAT DO YOU WANT?!”
“No need to be so defensive. It is ten kilograms of cocaine inside this bag. I’ll let you have it as a Christmas present from me.”
“What’s the point of giving me all this? I’m not going to make use of it anyway, considering all the bad effects it does to my body.”
“I see, so you’re a law-abiding citizen, am I right? But hang on a sec, people will get addicted to the fishballs your company produces if you add in a bit of these, right? Then your company can make a lot more money, and I benefit from this too, so it’s a win-win situation. OK now, if you’re interested, just phone my assistant to make arrangement and I’ll offer a 30% discount exclusively for you. Think about it, dude.”
The gang then left, leaving me struggling on what to do next.
“Hey, Mr. Fish Ball, dinner is ready.” My roommate, Paul reminded.
Paul was really addicted to cocaine, and consumed loads of it each day. Right now, he is adding some of his white powder onto his curry fishballs, and painfully reminded me the utterly wrong decision I made.
Larry was experienced in hiding his crime from the government. He first shipped the cocaine, from Argentina, to the middle of nowhere in mainland, packed it into bags which said “Starch” outside, then transported it to Hong Kong. To play safe, he also bribed some governors. These methods kept our illegal business deal secret.
One evening, my wife was watching the finance news report on television.
“Good Fish Company held a press conference today. Their profit rose 95.1% to HKD 51.5 billion. The price of the company’s stocks also rose 58.5% to……”
“Wow, I can’t believe that your company has been doing so well lately. You’re an amazing businessmen!”
“Stop using the fishballs of our company, it’s bad.”
“What? But why……”
“Are you deaf? Just do as I say!”
As everyone knows, cocaine does great harm to the human body, and some nosy reporters started to find out the fact that consumers regularly purchasing our company’s fishballs are getting unhealthier. To prevent them from discovering the truth, I decided temporarily stop purchasing the cocaine from Larry.
However, Larry was way more cunning than I expected. Of course, my decision made him earn less, and also made him furious, and he fired back. Fiercely. Firstly, the bribe was changed to be paid from our company’s bank account directly, as he said his gang was undergoing a “financial redevelopment”, and I was unbelievably foolish and believed in him. Moreover, he also found someone to report to the Hong Kong Police about the bad fishballs containing cocaine.
After all these careful arrangements, he seemed to have no relationship at all with the cocaine fishballs, and I, as the CEO of the company, had to take up all the responsibility. Finally, I was sentenced to a lifelong imprisonment.
Well, this is the end of my sad little story. I hope you would learn a thing or two from it, and, most importantly, do not follow my footsteps. Lastly, I wish you all a Christmas merrier then mine.
好雨
若說「好雨」是「知時節」的話，「好雨」非去年初夏的一場豪雨所屬。
去年的四、五月分十分潮濕，香港不是被大霧籠罩著便是下著雨，而且天氣變幻無常，突如其來的雨水教人冷不及防。一天，我和友人結伴放學回家，甫踏出校們，便被震耳欲聾的一聲「轟隆」嚇倒，連忙縮回學校裏，狼狽地掏出雨傘。
「你好，我今天忘了帶雨傘，你可以幫忙幫忙嗎？」一把清脆的女聲對我說道。
回首一看，原來是一個同班的女同學，我的心跳不由自主的加快。
「你......想跟我共用一把雨傘？」心裏興奮的期待著她說「是」。
「不是，你能不能把雨傘借我，然後跟他一塊兒用他的傘子？」
「沒問題。」縱使有點無奈，也只得順從。
就這樣，我們出發了。在下山的路途中，我和友人小心翼翼地走過十分濕滑的大斜坡，並共用了他那小得可憐的摺疊雨傘。從山上的學校一直走到市區裏的商場，還不過是十分鐘的路程，卻已足夠讓我的左半身和整個書包濕透，變成了一個「水人」
「雨傘先還你。」看見女同學的身體依舊乾爽、依舊美麗，心裏不免感到甜絲絲的。
穿過商場以後，我們便下了地鐵站了。本以為要「田雞過河」了，但女同學在離開之前回過頭來，像是對我說了些甚麼。
「你說啥？」
「唔該。」她用非常誠懇的語氣說道，並用非常誠懇眼光看著我，使我立時「觸電」。
「不客氣。」我急忙應道。
從此以後，我每次上街都要帶上一把摺疊雨傘，為的是在下一次遇到一場知曉時節的「好雨」時能再一次聽到那刻骨銘心、誠懇的「唔該」。
(部分內容純屬虛構)
去年的四、五月分十分潮濕，香港不是被大霧籠罩著便是下著雨，而且天氣變幻無常，突如其來的雨水教人冷不及防。一天，我和友人結伴放學回家，甫踏出校們，便被震耳欲聾的一聲「轟隆」嚇倒，連忙縮回學校裏，狼狽地掏出雨傘。
「你好，我今天忘了帶雨傘，你可以幫忙幫忙嗎？」一把清脆的女聲對我說道。
回首一看，原來是一個同班的女同學，我的心跳不由自主的加快。
「你......想跟我共用一把雨傘？」心裏興奮的期待著她說「是」。
「不是，你能不能把雨傘借我，然後跟他一塊兒用他的傘子？」
「沒問題。」縱使有點無奈，也只得順從。
就這樣，我們出發了。在下山的路途中，我和友人小心翼翼地走過十分濕滑的大斜坡，並共用了他那小得可憐的摺疊雨傘。從山上的學校一直走到市區裏的商場，還不過是十分鐘的路程，卻已足夠讓我的左半身和整個書包濕透，變成了一個「水人」
「雨傘先還你。」看見女同學的身體依舊乾爽、依舊美麗，心裏不免感到甜絲絲的。
穿過商場以後，我們便下了地鐵站了。本以為要「田雞過河」了，但女同學在離開之前回過頭來，像是對我說了些甚麼。
「你說啥？」
「唔該。」她用非常誠懇的語氣說道，並用非常誠懇眼光看著我，使我立時「觸電」。
「不客氣。」我急忙應道。
從此以後，我每次上街都要帶上一把摺疊雨傘，為的是在下一次遇到一場知曉時節的「好雨」時能再一次聽到那刻骨銘心、誠懇的「唔該」。
(部分內容純屬虛構)
逝去的，似水年華
這是一個簡短的故事，悼念我們的那些年。
「鈴！鈴！」
「媽！快點來聽電話，找妳的。」女兒說道。
阿拓走了，一家四口遇上車禍。
這些年間，我們都五十多歲了，一群中學同學，四十多年的日子過去還保持聯絡都是因為他。如今，一群舊同學就在山頂為他舉辦一個追思會。
坐在梳妝台之前，審視一番自己的容顏。青春過了三十載，彼此都不再年輕。看着帶著皺褶的眼角，魚尾紋彷彿訴說著被歲月蹂躪的痕跡。
「敬阿拓。」
坐在席間的伙伴，很多都是從外國趕回來的夥伴。畢業三十多年，香城，就和我們的青春一樣人面桃花。
映入眼簾的盡是那些嬉皮笑臉熱血青春。鎖上教室的門要老師買甜筒才肯上課、把聖誕裝飾掛在教師桌前老師坐下後扔下來，我們經歷很多很多。
結束了追思會，彼此又在回到紅磚校園。桃花依舊，人面全非，我們都懷念那些年的青春。
後記：
我們的青春，是怎樣的？
「鈴！鈴！」
「媽！快點來聽電話，找妳的。」女兒說道。
阿拓走了，一家四口遇上車禍。
這些年間，我們都五十多歲了，一群中學同學，四十多年的日子過去還保持聯絡都是因為他。如今，一群舊同學就在山頂為他舉辦一個追思會。
坐在梳妝台之前，審視一番自己的容顏。青春過了三十載，彼此都不再年輕。看着帶著皺褶的眼角，魚尾紋彷彿訴說著被歲月蹂躪的痕跡。
「敬阿拓。」
坐在席間的伙伴，很多都是從外國趕回來的夥伴。畢業三十多年，香城，就和我們的青春一樣人面桃花。
映入眼簾的盡是那些嬉皮笑臉熱血青春。鎖上教室的門要老師買甜筒才肯上課、把聖誕裝飾掛在教師桌前老師坐下後扔下來，我們經歷很多很多。
結束了追思會，彼此又在回到紅磚校園。桃花依舊，人面全非，我們都懷念那些年的青春。
後記：
我們的青春，是怎樣的？
寫作黨成員 自我簡介
寫作黨簡介
寫作黨成立於二零一三年二月二十七日，旨在推動我校的文學發展和推廣使用各網絡平台撰寫文章，以提高自己的寫作水平。
寫作黨成立於二零一三年二月二十七日，旨在推動我校的文學發展和推廣使用各網絡平台撰寫文章，以提高自己的寫作水平。
使命
集結愛好寫作的同道中人，鼓舞及推廣寫作的風氣。尊重一切創作的自由，因此也歡迎每人獨運匠心、苦心孤詣、字斟句酌的作品。
以下是我們寫作黨各位黨員的自我簡介及網址：
李洛賢（主席）
以四字足以形容：浪得虛名。座右銘是「寫不在三更五鼓，功只怕一曝十寒」。愛好寫作，目標是做到「出新意於法度之中，寄妙理於豪放之外」的境界。武俠短中篇、詩詞韻律、抒情記描，皆略有涉獵。惟大器未成，於眾黨員之中自慚形穢。
得蒙眾黨員錯愛，被推選為主席，實是不足勝任。寫作方面，閒時偶有劣作，並發佈於網上顯醜（本人稱之拋磚引玉），可見其厚顏無恥。
「路漫漫其修遠兮，吾將上下而求索」，本人離寫作略有小成仍然有很長的路，不過會繼續努力。
網誌：
譚睿琛（副主席 暨 司法部部長）
諸君好！我是雷神，是寫作黨的副主席。 小時候的我是十分討厭寫作的。每當學校有命題寫作，作文考試等，我都害怕得如天要塌下來般——因為五十字，已經要浪費我寶貴的半小時了，更何況是二百、三百字？我欲選材，卻無材可選，只好把字硬塞進文章裏。我的語文能力甚差。
陰差陽錯下，我加入了寫作黨——我很羡慕李洛賢、林煒權等能夠隨手可筆。慢慢地，我開始受感染，也對寫作產生興趣。在諸朋友的鼓勵下，我寫了我的《紙老虎》。
你也許會認為我的文章「不入流」、「不是給人看的」，沒錯，我就是這樣的一個人。喜歡看的，那我得恭喜自己，因為我多了一個同道中人。不喜歡的，我無所謂，因為我作文就是為了自娛和提升語文能力。
最近我們決定招收成員，結果一呼百應，許多江湖中的高人都來參與。論文筆，我準不夠他們精妙，不過請不要忘本——我們的宗旨就是求進步！
網誌：
Kenneth Kwong (Vice President)
My name is Kenneth, and I enjoy writing every now
and then. 13 years old, enjoys sleep, and of course, a hopeless in academics.
Don't be shy if you think my work needs improvement. Constructive criticism is
appreciated.
Blog：
容諾行（財政部部長 暨 秘書）
雖為創黨成員，但對寫作黨的貢獻不多，文學水平亦比其他成員差。我喜歡以寫作抒發己見，發洩情緒。愛寫唐詩、宋詞和"章回文章"。終日無所事事，有空卻去了玩遊戲機，所以寫作進道非常慢(除了作詩詞)。但無論如何，我都是愛寫作的。
網誌：
Rachel Lai（Secretary）
As the only current senior form member, DSE has
squashed me like a cockroach, and all I can do is to pull out my pen as a
sword. Join me on a journey of recovery, by a suicide attempt survivor who is
proud to be alive and well. Grammar never bothered me anyway, by the way :D
Blog：
Wattpad: supersherlockxd
潘聞詔（外政部（宣傳）部長）
我天資昏庸，但不敢懈怠，力學不倦，將勤補拙。我自小對中國文化及數學興趣甚濃，尤愛中國古典及武俠小說和中文寫作，擅寫武俠篇章和古詩。我亦愛辯論、打乒乓球及彈奏小提琴。
人生座右銘為「多情應笑我，早生華髮，人生如夢，一樽還酹江月」，亦即本人經常自作多情，因此滿頭白髮，只得自我安慰人生似夢，不需太認真。
網誌：
張倬菱
大家好，我是新來的張倬菱。引用主席的一句名言：「一山還有一山高，一谷還有一谷低。」本人對中文和英文的寫作皆有興趣，卻經常被批評創意欠佳，時有文筆上的問題，所以想找一個完善而自由的寫作平台。最後我找到此黨，經朋友的介紹便決定加入。請多多指教！希望我可以改善寫作技巧，以及改善中英文的表達能力。
網誌：
曾康喬
喬(Cambridge，請自行想像)，十三、白癡一名。 令喬愛上寫作的原因不是文字，而是書畫。她少時接觸到中國畫，耳濡目染之下對中華文化的興趣益濃。她深信只有達到「書中有畫、畫中有詩」的作品才是能夠觸動人心。
除此之外，她對身邊事物比較敏感。忽發奇想，就會寫出一段文字來。
網誌：
李炎桁
大家好，我是李炎桁，今年13歲。不才在下於中文，作文及中史方面略有研究，亦較擅長小提琴和鋼琴，在西史和通識上也略有心得。承蒙某些同學看得起，在下於校內薄有虛名，卻感到不勝惶恐。在下久聞寫作黨致力推動校內寫作風氣，使本人仰慕已久。
為此，在下決定加入寫作黨，還望各位多多指教。
李子熙
看到各寫作黨成員對寫作都充滿熱誠，我也受感染，加入了寫作黨。雖然本人對中、英文寫作皆有興趣，卻因沒有題材、以及不諳中文輸入法，以致甚少於網誌上發佈文章。若各位有任何批評或建議，歡迎您向本人提出，本人定必細閱。
網誌：
袁展晴
大家好，我是袁展晴，英文名audrey，別名臭袁。今年十四歲，我喜愛運動，特別是乒乓球。我最喜歡的課堂是體育，最討厭的是音樂，因為我是個音樂白癡...中英數中，我最喜愛數學，所以我希望能夠入這個寫作黨，好好地訓練一下我的寫作技巧。
網誌：
趙君穎
HEYYYYYYY HELLOOOO 這種方式出場實在太瘋狂了。算吧。 在下名叫米露。西米露的米，紫米露的露。問我名字由來？瘋狂的腦袋某一天太興奮想出來的WHOOP WHOOP 如果要用一種性格來形容我，我會覺得是情緒化。開心就會沒儀態地大聲笑，傷心就會抱著朋友哭到打嗝兒。燥底就會瘋狂地扔東西，平靜就會⋯呃⋯吃東西吧。
在下覺得人生本來是很悶的，像一張白紙。但是人類絕對有能力爲人生添上色彩。我的畫上其中一種顏色，是寫作。明知自己寫作不好，還要硬著頭皮進寫作黨，實在可笑。但是寫作不但能夠平復我的情緒，還能帶我走進人生更多的色彩。寫作好玩，你可以用不同語言來表達。寫作很爽，你可以寫下所有令你有感受的東西。寫作有用，在未來你可以看到自己的進步。
可能你覺得我這是廢話，但相信我：請試試寫作吧！為你沈悶的人生，畫點色彩。 :))
黃金芝
每個人都有夢想， 差別只在於大或小而已。 而我的夢想，是做一個記者。 大家好，我是比卡超。 ^^ 你也許會問，做記者跟對寫作的熱情有什麼關係？因為記者這個夢，啟發了我對寫作的熱情。
我喜歡寫作，享受寫作，題目廣泛，甚至為它犧牲也甘願。
記者，負責告訴大眾現今社會所發生的事；甚至有時因製造出社會的輿論壓力而改變一切。
寫作，就是創作出我們身上拖著的世界。 我想用我的文字去感化整個社會。 用文字告訴大眾： 我們的未來，掌握在自己手中。 我是比卡超，洋名 Kimchi，一介女流， 多多指教～ ^^
網誌：
Jonathan
I appreciate writing as well as finding leisure in
doing so. Writing is a good platform for us to express ourselves and to learn
from others’ work and mistakes. I hope that I can explore the world of writing
and words with my friends. My work may consist of a certain amount of flaws, so
don’t hesitate to point them out for me!
Blog：
趙曼清
大家好,我是新來的夜貓子。最喜歡睡覺,如沒人打擾的話一定能長睡不起。特點:
非常的懶,常常在有人打電話來的時候因為不想走動所以乾脆不接電話,企圖假裝家裏沒人。 小學時曾被某老師批評"......此篇不是正規寫作,是創意寫作,故此不能得高分......"幼稚的本貓一氣之下四處拼命尋找"可正規地創意寫作"的機會,以一雪前恥。找著找著,找到了此寫作黨,想也不想便加入了貴黨。 但其實自己心中還是很喜歡很喜歡寫作的,所以還請大家多多指教!
網誌：
Frankie Lam
'Learn to write, write to learn' has always been
one of my mottos in life. Well, let's do myself a brief introduction first. My
name is Frankie Lam and I am a member in the SPCCWP. I mainly focus on
writing stories because I know many of us (which includes me) dislike reading
boring non-fiction essays. I write stories in both Chinese and English, if any
of you feel like reading my stories, you can visit my blogs.
Please read and comment on them because I have to
improve my writings so that you all can enjoy 'higher-quality' stories!
Blog：
網誌：
It's a choice. It's a choice of morality.
A junior in our school just asked me if the police not working for his superiors is a choice when the whole family have to suffer in poverty.
Let us go for it in different perspectives.
Legally speaking, what the police have done on the night of 28th Sept is exceeding "suitable defence". If you have read the news in Hong Kong or CNN or whatever, you might have known that the police has excessively used pepper sprays and tear gas. The pepper sprays should not be used continuously for more than one second, while we see that the time is, say, three seconds. The police has also used tear gas bullets for 87 times in one night. It isn't any ordinary tear gas or pepper spray; it is for military use. According to International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights, Article 25 says
Every citizen shall have the right and the opportunity, without any of the distinctions mentioned in article 2 and without unreasonable restrictions:
(a) To take part in the conduct of public affairs, directly or through freely chosen representatives;
(b) To vote and to be elected at genuine periodic elections which shall be by universal and equal suffrage and shall be held by secret ballot, guaranteeing the free expression of the will of the electors;
(c) To have access, on general terms of equality, to public service in his country.
And in Article 21,
The right of peaceful assembly shall be recognized. No restrictions may be placed on the exercise of this right other than those imposed in conformity with the law and which are necessary in a democratic society in the interests of national security or public safety, public order (ordre public), the protection of public health or morals or the protection of the rights and freedoms of others.
From Article 25, we see that our rights of having a leader of own own is deprived. It is a basic human right, the political rights. And from Article 21, we see that a peaceful assembly should be recognised. It does not matter if the police agrees or not, as long as it is peaceful, the police has not the right to object.
Further, under the Numerberg Principles Article IV, we have
The fact that a person acted pursuant to order of his Government or of a superior does not relieve him from responsibility under international law, provided a moral choice was in fact possible to him
This means once they are prosecuted, they cannot say they merely obey the superior's orders.
Now, they have their own mind. How would they choose is of themselves. Not changed by anyone else. Not even the government. The same dilemma happened in some of the police during this incident as well. What did they do? Eventually they joined in the forces of the students. Not looking, not attacking, but helping. It's just a choice under your morality. Even if you do not support Occupy Central or Umbrella Revolution, it's still your choice to choose how to treat people, as people, not as targets.
Ethically. Well. Ethically. There are different kinds of ethics, and let's talk about it one by one.
Virtue ethics states that character matters above all else. Living an ethical life, or acting rightly, requires developing and demonstrating the virtues of courage, compassion, wisdom, and temperance. It also requires the avoidance of vices like greed, jealousy, and selfishness.
To do the right thing. As we can see from books (and real life), people choose not to fulfil their need for power, or for fame. Courage to stand up and go against the wrongdoings of the authority should be praised, while cowardice, doing things at the demands of wrongdoers should be confronted.
Utilitarianism holds that the amount of happiness and suffering created by a person’s actions is what really matters. Thus, acting rightly involves maximizing the amount of happiness and minimizing the amount of suffering around you. Sometimes you may even need to break some of the traditional moral rules to achieve such an outcome.
The majority of people, both online and real life, support universal suffrage. Occupy Central Movement is the last resort for the people to act. More people will be happy to live in a free society with a little sacrifice than to live in a society full of things but freedom. Because if we do not have freedom, we have nothing.
Kantianism emphasizes the principles behind actions rather than an action’s results. Acting rightly thus requires being motivated by proper universal principles that treat everyone with respect. When you’re motivated by the right principles, you overcome your animal instincts and act ethically.
The principle of the clearing of sites is to clear the roads and restore order. But without a proper government, how can you have freedom? And how can we know we are having freedom and order?
Contract theory proposes thinking about ethics in terms of agreements between people. Doing the right thing means abiding by the agreements that the members of a rational society would choose. So for contract theorists, ethics isn’t necessarily about character, consequences, or principles.
The agreements between people is "we are family and we should not hurt each other". The protesters are acting rational; why shouldn't the police?
Care ethics focuses ethical attention on relationships before other factors. As a result, acting rightly involves building, strengthening, and maintaining strong relationships. Acting rightly thus displays care for others and for the relationships of which they are a part. To care ethicists, relationships are fundamental to ethical thinking.
Similar to the previous one, the relationship of civilians and policemen is of utmost importance, as well as that between the government and people. Clearly, by using excessive force, the relationship is hindered.
Yes, it is a choice. It's a choice of morality. Would you want to have a lifetime of guilt or to suffer in poverty for, say, a year? The answer is obvious.
Survie
12. That was how old I was when I first killed a person. Swift and quick, they always told me. I always saw my targets as food, but I never toyed with my food unlike my other peers. I enter silently, kill them with one precise strike, and leave. When I didn't meet my mark and missed, they would be in pain. I dislike watching them suffer. It takes too long and it's ugly to look at. I'd end them swiftly, one blade to the cranium. A coup de grâce, they called it. Years of this habit earned me a name: Mercy.
"1024, how do you explain your actions?" my mentor asked, pointing at a photo of a recently deceased target. "We do not allow people to reach a target before us. Especially a target this important. They are pivotal roles of the current government. If they go down in our hands, people will fear us. People will respect us. We will show the world that the Awareness is no longer what it is before. And then you let a hired assassin take your kill? Are you insane? Your life is spent training in the Awareness, and now you come back here, with a hired assassin taking your kill, and you are nowhere near the place of the target." He pointed at the picture angrily, nearly yelling.
I sighed, "Sir, it was a careless mistake, I had no idea it was trap," In fact, I didn't. It was too late when I figured out that hired gun tricked me and took the politician for himself. I tried to explain, but my mentor is not the type to listen.
"No excuses, this isn't the first time you screwed up an assassination.You either go through the 5 years of training and the additional year of being an apprentice, or you leave. You sever all your ties with us. You pack, you leave and not a single word about the Awareness. Am I clear?" He asked me.
"Crystal, sir." I answered, not a hint of emotion appearing on my face.
"Good." He said, calming down. "So, here are your choices. Training, or leaving?" He asked again.
I took a deep breath. I went through training once, and I have no desire to go through that hellhole of a course again. It's time I took up the mantle of a hired gun. "I'll leave. This isn't my place. Not anymore." I handed him the pendant the Awareness gave me when I completed my training, and I turned, walking back to my room to pack. The yellow lights that illuminated the hall no longer felt warm as it once did, it felt like a sting, unlike the warm sensation it used to give me. The corridors of the compound no longer felt familiar, but I felt strange, like this place is no longer my home.
"1024, how do you explain your actions?" my mentor asked, pointing at a photo of a recently deceased target. "We do not allow people to reach a target before us. Especially a target this important. They are pivotal roles of the current government. If they go down in our hands, people will fear us. People will respect us. We will show the world that the Awareness is no longer what it is before. And then you let a hired assassin take your kill? Are you insane? Your life is spent training in the Awareness, and now you come back here, with a hired assassin taking your kill, and you are nowhere near the place of the target." He pointed at the picture angrily, nearly yelling.
I sighed, "Sir, it was a careless mistake, I had no idea it was trap," In fact, I didn't. It was too late when I figured out that hired gun tricked me and took the politician for himself. I tried to explain, but my mentor is not the type to listen.
"No excuses, this isn't the first time you screwed up an assassination.You either go through the 5 years of training and the additional year of being an apprentice, or you leave. You sever all your ties with us. You pack, you leave and not a single word about the Awareness. Am I clear?" He asked me.
"Crystal, sir." I answered, not a hint of emotion appearing on my face.
"Good." He said, calming down. "So, here are your choices. Training, or leaving?" He asked again.
I took a deep breath. I went through training once, and I have no desire to go through that hellhole of a course again. It's time I took up the mantle of a hired gun. "I'll leave. This isn't my place. Not anymore." I handed him the pendant the Awareness gave me when I completed my training, and I turned, walking back to my room to pack. The yellow lights that illuminated the hall no longer felt warm as it once did, it felt like a sting, unlike the warm sensation it used to give me. The corridors of the compound no longer felt familiar, but I felt strange, like this place is no longer my home.
My armour lied there, next to the fireplace in my quarters, it's black surface reflecting the fire, the red palm painted in the shoulder of the armour representing the Awareness. I say down beside it and took out my knife, and started to scratch the paint until the palm came off. I packed all of my belongings into one single bag, and then I put on my armour, and left.
I woke up, realising that was 7 months ago. I sat up, the gash on my hip stinging a bit. I was still covered in dirt, my armour and weapons nowhere to be seen. Since my failed assassination attempt, they detained me in an underground cell, and this is already the third day I've been here. I looked at my surroundings, the damp cell had an unpleasant odour wafting through the air, the small dripping spot on the ceiling covered by a wet cloth, the broken mirror hanging loosely on the wall. I stood up, trying to reach the cloth on the ceiling. I jumped, my fingers barely grasping the cloth before I fell. I stood up again, this time jumping higher. I grabbed the cloth and yanked it down, water dripping on my face. I spat out the murky water, and reached for the mirror shards. The broken shards reflected me, the dirt in my blonde hair, the blood stains on my face, all hidden in the darkness.
The shard of mirror was about as long as my palm. I cleaned the cloth with the water they provided, and wrapped it around my hand and the shard. Footsteps. Footsteps are good. It means the prison guard is coming. I shrank back into the corner of the cell, gently touching the wound and wincing.
The sound of the door unlocking. "Hey you. Here's your meal.": He threw down a small box of food. "The boss wants you alive, so you better keep yourself alive in this hellhole." He chuckled, "shame. A beauty like you shouldn't be locked up like this." And then he turned, attempting to exit the cell.
I ran forward. And then I grabbed his throat. He struggled, grabbing his gun. But I was faster. I stabbed the broken shard into his throat, and he fell, gurgling blood. I took his gun, aimed it at his face, that face that was distorted by pain, and I fired. I took his baton and ran. I turned a corner, hearing a pair people talk.
"...And then the tuna bumped into the wall and-" One of them was attempting to say a joke as the other cut him off, "Stop. No more of your corny jokes." He sighed, "Fine. Your loss."
I peeked. Both of them had their backs against me. Looks like it's my lucky day today. I ran forward and stabbed one of them in the back of their necks and shot the other in the head. A guard turned the corner, seeing me murder the two guards. He raised his gun, but I was faster. I plucked the shard from the guard's back and threw it towards the guard with his rifle raised. It plunged into his chest. He stumbled backwards, breathing heavily as he tried to take aim. I dashed towards him and punched his throat. He choked as I brought my pistol up to his face and fired. Red covered my hand. I dropped the blood covered pistol, picking up the shard and another pistol as I continued forward. After a few bloody fights I reached their armoury, and there it was. My beautiful armour, locked in a case. I took the armour, putting it on behind the locked door of the armoury. A glint in the corner of the room caught my eye, and I walked over, my navy blue armour encasing my body with its durable, Echosalt metal. I stepped closer, examining the dark blue briefcase. Black words were printed on the case, "NTSD-0155 Mobile Spec Ops Armour, Codename Chameleon" I took the case, and headed for the hangar.
I woke up, realising that was 7 months ago. I sat up, the gash on my hip stinging a bit. I was still covered in dirt, my armour and weapons nowhere to be seen. Since my failed assassination attempt, they detained me in an underground cell, and this is already the third day I've been here. I looked at my surroundings, the damp cell had an unpleasant odour wafting through the air, the small dripping spot on the ceiling covered by a wet cloth, the broken mirror hanging loosely on the wall. I stood up, trying to reach the cloth on the ceiling. I jumped, my fingers barely grasping the cloth before I fell. I stood up again, this time jumping higher. I grabbed the cloth and yanked it down, water dripping on my face. I spat out the murky water, and reached for the mirror shards. The broken shards reflected me, the dirt in my blonde hair, the blood stains on my face, all hidden in the darkness.
The shard of mirror was about as long as my palm. I cleaned the cloth with the water they provided, and wrapped it around my hand and the shard. Footsteps. Footsteps are good. It means the prison guard is coming. I shrank back into the corner of the cell, gently touching the wound and wincing.
The sound of the door unlocking. "Hey you. Here's your meal.": He threw down a small box of food. "The boss wants you alive, so you better keep yourself alive in this hellhole." He chuckled, "shame. A beauty like you shouldn't be locked up like this." And then he turned, attempting to exit the cell.
I ran forward. And then I grabbed his throat. He struggled, grabbing his gun. But I was faster. I stabbed the broken shard into his throat, and he fell, gurgling blood. I took his gun, aimed it at his face, that face that was distorted by pain, and I fired. I took his baton and ran. I turned a corner, hearing a pair people talk.
"...And then the tuna bumped into the wall and-" One of them was attempting to say a joke as the other cut him off, "Stop. No more of your corny jokes." He sighed, "Fine. Your loss."
I peeked. Both of them had their backs against me. Looks like it's my lucky day today. I ran forward and stabbed one of them in the back of their necks and shot the other in the head. A guard turned the corner, seeing me murder the two guards. He raised his gun, but I was faster. I plucked the shard from the guard's back and threw it towards the guard with his rifle raised. It plunged into his chest. He stumbled backwards, breathing heavily as he tried to take aim. I dashed towards him and punched his throat. He choked as I brought my pistol up to his face and fired. Red covered my hand. I dropped the blood covered pistol, picking up the shard and another pistol as I continued forward. After a few bloody fights I reached their armoury, and there it was. My beautiful armour, locked in a case. I took the armour, putting it on behind the locked door of the armoury. A glint in the corner of the room caught my eye, and I walked over, my navy blue armour encasing my body with its durable, Echosalt metal. I stepped closer, examining the dark blue briefcase. Black words were printed on the case, "NTSD-0155 Mobile Spec Ops Armour, Codename Chameleon" I took the case, and headed for the hangar.
I heard the alarm. And then footsteps. I cloaked, and a small army of men marched past me. I ran after they walked past, not one of them noticing me. I uncloaked, and resumed walking for a while before seeing a squad of three men with their guns pointed at me. I dropped the case and cloaked, running behind them and unsheathed my plasma-edged katana, and uncloaked. I stabbed one of them and jabbed the second with a poison blade on my left wrist. They both yelped as the third one turned around. I pulled out a hidden blade from my right arm and threw it at him. He didn't even have time to scream as I dashed forward and stabbed him in the head, the sound of metal clashing against bone as I pulled out my blade. I sheathed my blade and retrieved my hidden knife, picking up the Chameleon armour before moving on.
I arrived at the hangar, boarding a small craft after I broke the neck of the pilot. The control seemed simple enough. I closed the hatch and prepared to leave as a voice entered my headset.
"Storm Chaser, this is Nightshade HQ, you are unauthorised for a flight. I repeat, you are unauthorised to take the flight." The voice of an anxious male spoke.
I didn't reply. I sped up as the gate started to close. It was closing, closing fast. The ship I was in accelerated even more. I rushed through the gate a second before it could've crushed my ship. I flew upwards, breaking through the atmosphere of Aketi, and looked back as I sped away. The grey area took up a relatively small area amongst the green and red of Aketi. Even the power of a big corporation can't fight with nature. I flew past the planets of the Tricadis System, going back to the planet I now call home, Esteon.
I landed outside a relatively abandoned warehouse, and exited the craft, setting it on self destruct. I walked away as the Chromosite core detonated, the ship imploding into nothingness. I walked back to the outskirts of the city, stealing some clothes from a nearby farm, putting my armour and the chameleon armour into a bag. I walked and walked, until I could hitch a ride.
"So, what brings a fine young lady like you to this part of the city?" The young man asked, wiping the soot from his face as he pulled his small truck over.
"I got lost," I said, a well-practised innocent grin appearing on my face.
"And where might you live?" The young man asked, not at all surprised by my answer.
I sighed, "in the city, just along 2nd Street."
The young man laughed. "I'm getting a package delivered to 3rd street, if you don't mind, I can give you a ride."
Another well practised sheepish smile appeared on my face. "Sure, if you don't mind the trouble." I put my bag beside me as I sat next to him. "The name's Grace, by the way." I extended my hand.
"They call me Winslett. Scotty Winslett." He said, shaking my hand with his sweaty, strong hand.
We talked on the way back to the city. He was talkative. And to be nice I responded, and I found out this happy-go-lucky delivery guy went through quite a tough life. Of course compared to mine it wasn't much, but he told me he was raised in the slums, and since he wasn't strong enough then he ran, ran fast. He told me about how he landed a job as a delivery boy after he ran for a whole day when he was escaping a gang and his boss saw. He was funny, and I could see he was trying to get me to warm up to him. But being who I am, I kept my responses short, and my smiles small. When we arrived at 2nd street, he dropped me off and I thanked him, waking back to my place-a small apartment in an old building. I walked up the stairs, picked up the key from the small compartment under the doormat, and entered my small apartment.
The small apartment I own is still as dim as always despite the sun shining outside. I turned on the lights and walked to my closet, pulling out a hidden numerical pad. I typed in the combination, and the hidden compartment slid out, revealing a whole layer of storage compartment. I carefully placed my armour and my weapons there and closed it. I suddenly felt felt something dripping on my arm. I touched my hair. It was sticky and partially covered in blood. I had to wonder how Scotty the delivery guy didn't look at me weird. I emerged from the bathroom half and hour later, my dirty blonde hair neatly braided into a fishtail braid, putting on my comfy red T-shirt and some shorts. I made myself a cup of hot chocolate and sat down on the couch. I put the Chameleon armour on the half broken table, and studied it. I saw one small keyhole on the bottom of the suitcase, and I started to search for the key. Surprisingly, it was chained to handle, and so I cut the chain and took the key and inserted it into the keyhole. The case sprang open, revealing its contents. Inside the case was a pair of gauntlets, a pair of boots, and a metal collar connected to a spine like appendage at the back. I changed back into something more combat appropriate in case traps were installed.
The small apartment I own is still as dim as always despite the sun shining outside. I turned on the lights and walked to my closet, pulling out a hidden numerical pad. I typed in the combination, and the hidden compartment slid out, revealing a whole layer of storage compartment. I carefully placed my armour and my weapons there and closed it. I suddenly felt felt something dripping on my arm. I touched my hair. It was sticky and partially covered in blood. I had to wonder how Scotty the delivery guy didn't look at me weird. I emerged from the bathroom half and hour later, my dirty blonde hair neatly braided into a fishtail braid, putting on my comfy red T-shirt and some shorts. I made myself a cup of hot chocolate and sat down on the couch. I put the Chameleon armour on the half broken table, and studied it. I saw one small keyhole on the bottom of the suitcase, and I started to search for the key. Surprisingly, it was chained to handle, and so I cut the chain and took the key and inserted it into the keyhole. The case sprang open, revealing its contents. Inside the case was a pair of gauntlets, a pair of boots, and a metal collar connected to a spine like appendage at the back. I changed back into something more combat appropriate in case traps were installed.
I put on the gauntlets, the metal boots and carefully put on the collar, picking up a small booklet at the bottom. The cover said "A how-to guide to the Chameleon Armour. Owned by Nightshade Corporations." On the cover was a man sporting the Nightshade standard combat uniform giving the viewers a thumbs up. I opened the booklet, finding detailed instructions of deploying the armour. After reading it, I confidently nodded, preparing to deploy the mobile armour.
I pressed the button on the back of the collar, where the metal spine intersected the collar. Through the mirror, I could see the small light glow blue, and then I heard some wheezing coming from the components. Soon, liquid metal discharged from the components and covered my body. It slowly hardened into a sleek black shell with purple accents. The red HUD lit up, giving information on my surroundings and my weapons. I activated the camouflage circuit, my body fading into the background. The high-end equipment didn't disappoint me, and I tried out the ballistic knife, the poison dart and the sense-enhancing apparatus installed in the helmet, accidentally picking up a conversation down the street.
"Have you seen her? Messy hair, dirty clothes, probably wounded. Grey eyes, fierce attitude, hmmm?" A voice asked. It was filtered, like it came from a robot.
"No sir, can't say I have." I recognised this voice, it was Scotty.
I crept out of the window, cloaked and ready to strike. I hid outside the ally, listening to the conversation and observing the situation. Scotty was cornered in the ally by four men in black uniform and a purple helmet.
"Are you sure? We saw you give her a ride back from the outskirts of the city. You know, in the truck you drive?" One of the men said as he unsheathed his knife.
"I'm... I'm not sure what you're talking about, sir." Scotty continued to deny as he tried to shove the men out of his way. "If that is all sir, may I leave now?"
"No, you may not." One of them said as they pushed him back, cornering him again. He drew his gun, "if you're not honest with me, I will murder you and no one will remember you."
Before Scotty could answer, I fired my ballistic knife at one of the men, piercing his abdomen. He screamed as the others turned around, guns raised. I slowly uncloaked as I dashed forwards. I fired my poison dart at the other but it bounced off the uniform. I scowled. The uniformed men ran forward and I kicked one of them in the face and jumped, doing a perfect somersault and landing behind them. I threw a knife at one of them and he went down wailing. I heard a click behind me and I spun around, finding one of them with a gun, holding Scotty at gunpoint. I froze.
"If you know what's good for you, you'll surrender and let us take you back to the cell, and we'll let him go." He sneered, pushing the gun against Scotty's temple.
I put the knife on the floor as one of the men came up behind me and took a small device shaped like a button. He stuck it to the armour's collar and it began to buzz. A few moments later I heard the circuits fry, and the liquid metal shell dissipated and slithered back into the gauntlets and the boots. I put my hands behind my back, reaching for the hidden blades on my shoulders. I took one and threw it at the man taking Scotty hostage. It hit his hand and he dropped the gun, and he stepped back and grunted as Scotty jumped away in shock. I elbowed the man behind me, kicking his shin and piling up my plasma-edged katana in the process. I plunged it into his chest as he fell. The last remaining man aimed his pistol and me and fired. I ducked, barely dodging the bullet. I heard a grunt as I threw my katana at him, the blade going right through his face. I turned around and took off the helmet of the paralysed soldier with the blade stuck in his hand and I stomped on his head with the metal boots of the armour. I heard a yelp and a satisfying sound of a skull shattering. And then I heard someone moaning in the corner. I turned, seeing Scotty lying on the ground, his stomach covered in blood.
"Heh.... Quite the display of skills there, eh?" He said, panting. "Never thought it... it would be you saving me."
I rushed over, trying to stop the blood flow. "Shhhh. You shouldn't be talking. I'll fix you, but I need to stop your bleeding first." For the first time I genuinely felt concerned for someone I met in the last 12 hours.
He gave me a weak grin. "It's fine. I knew you were trouble when I saw you in the outskirts, blood and all." He licked his lips, licking the blood off. "I never thought... A girl would be so... Pretty even with dried blood stuck in her hair. Could....couldn't resist helping ya." He panted, struggling to breathe.
I silenced him. "Not a word. In gonna patch you up, don't you die on me."
He smiled again, "I don't know who you really are Grace, but it was a pleasure meeting you, even if it means getting shot." He seemed calm, "I'm prepared to die. Don't worry, it's... It's too late to patch me up. Just... Just do me favour and end me right now, I don't want to suffer."
I gritted my teeth. For the first time, Mercy couldn't do what she did best. For the first time, Mercy couldn't deliver the coup de grâce. "No, I am not letting it happen. Not to you."
He chuckled, "it's time. Beam me up. Take me away." He picked up the knife on the soldier's hand and give it to me.
I closed my eyes. It had to be done. The mercy kill. I took the blade, and plunged it into his temple. Right through his brain. No more suffering. His body slumped onto the ground.
I looked at his lifeless, bloody body. I put a flower on his body before realising that I had to dispose of all the bodies and not cause a scene. With pain, I wrapped up their bodies with a handy blanket nearby, along with the broken chameleon armour. I covered the blanket with some fuel and lit it up. It lit up the dark streets for a few minutes before being reduced to nothing but ashes. I left the ashes there, and crept back into my apartment, cleaning up myself.
They were on to me. They know I'm here and I have to run. I packed everything I'd need into a small bag and put on my old navy blue armour once again. I fastened my katana onto the waist of my armour, and crept out into the night, leaving not a trace that I ever lived there. The next day, neighbours reported a fire that burned everything in "my" apartment.
I found myself on a desert 5 months later, chewing on a piece of chocolate as I aimed down the sights of my sniper rifle, the corrosive rounds loaded and ready to fire. The target entered my sights, a low-profile Chieftain working with Black Skull. I was hired by a man calling himself "Jones", and he told me that "it has to be done", and he paid me 50k to do the job. So I shrugged and accepted it. I swallowed the chocolate I was eating, and focused.
I fired, and the corrosive bullet whistled through the air and hit an invisible barrier, stopping in the air. The chieftain smiled. I knew something was wrong and started to disassemble my rifle as quietly as possible, and cloaked. I stood up and turned, finding my employer and a small army of men with their guns pointed at me at the entrance of the cave.
Jones clapped, "Bravo. But its too late for you to realise this now, yes? Grace, is it? I represent the British Government and you are under arrest for attempted murder and multiple counts of murder. If you do not cooperate, I can have you shot, right here." He ordered his men to disarm me, and cuff me. He smiled, "now, I would like to propose a deal. See, two days ago, the HMS Animosity was hijacked, and we would... like to use unorthodox means to take back our ship......"
I fired, and the corrosive bullet whistled through the air and hit an invisible barrier, stopping in the air. The chieftain smiled. I knew something was wrong and started to disassemble my rifle as quietly as possible, and cloaked. I stood up and turned, finding my employer and a small army of men with their guns pointed at me at the entrance of the cave.
Jones clapped, "Bravo. But its too late for you to realise this now, yes? Grace, is it? I represent the British Government and you are under arrest for attempted murder and multiple counts of murder. If you do not cooperate, I can have you shot, right here." He ordered his men to disarm me, and cuff me. He smiled, "now, I would like to propose a deal. See, two days ago, the HMS Animosity was hijacked, and we would... like to use unorthodox means to take back our ship......"
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