The Screaming Hope
because appearances are deceptive, even if they are well hidden…
Why a heavenly Hell...?
I can make you a whole dissertation on it. With the most well-turned argued sentences. Right now. I can give you the best arguments ever in it.
Or I can just recount you everything that happened during these last 380 days. And I don't know why, but I feel like it won't be ending soon.
Remember the thing about the little insane world where the estimation of your stay is similar to a mayfly's?
Well, I said that for a good reason. Living during 380 days with the most searched criminal on the run in the world is definitely something.
Something which sometimes, exceeds the imagination.
I'm sure you've already figured it out, but everything Ricken and I have done isn't the legalest. By the way, is there anything legal I've done so far, since at least five years?
Don't find any?
It's understandable.
But it's true that the amount of illegal things have been instantly emphasized with Ricken. You don't know how much my eyes have widen these past 380 days at the sight of his plans.
Sometimes, I was overwhelmed by all this shit. The complexity of everything that happened was sometimes, too much to handle.
I have purely and simply ruint my life.
But it's okay now I guess. Even if I constantly have the feeling that I'm lost.
I have Ricken. He's the last thing left to me.
I mean, I have nothing now. Along with nothing to lose.
I have nothing to lose since this goddamn sofa pushed me into this hare-brained hole.
You silly. I'm sure you've never wondered how a 300 meter hole could exist. You didn't asked yourself this question. Because you thought it was plausible. Well it isn't. At all.
Normally, there would be water from ten meters. But here we have 300 meters, 300 fucking meters without any drop of water. All clean. With ground walls.
How can even a hole like this exist?
That was the question that was hanging in my mind 380 days ago, when Ricken and I first "met", when I was broken from the fall on the crevice's floor, but surviving thanks to the sofa.
Ricken send me to coma after that, with his gun hitting the back of my head. I don't remember a single thing from there to the moment I woke up.
I was tied up. Ricken was poiting at me the same gun I assume.
He was really, really angry. At the time, I didn't know who he was: I just wanted to know what the hell was going on, to get the hell out of here, to know why the crevice is this deep and again, to get the hell out of here.
- Okay, he began. Just tell me for who you work. It will avoid you to have the agony added with your death.
I looked him in the deep blue of his eyes. I knew I was clearly scared. Scared, to death. It was kind of new to me to be this scared. The only scared I've got was when I was scared to lose Gerard.
My nerves were literally tightening, and aching of course, my eyes were going to get out of my orbs and my sweat was beginning to spring consequently to life.
I reached to open my mouth and let explainative sentences out, but nothing actually would.
I was too afraid. To death, or even beyond. I was back to my primal senses, to the most human one, fear.
When this sense was on its edge, that was the moment. The moment when the idea of suicide stroked my neurons.
Or not necessarily suicide. This gun man down the hole could also kill me without any guilt. That would make the two of us satisfied.
Suddenly, the reality came to me again.
The man was staring at me, analyzing me, studying me, memorizing me.
He had a different expression in his eyes though.
No, it wasn't angry like one minute ago.
It was... On the complete, complete contrary...
- Who are y-you...? I said, completely confused.
He looked in my eyes again, trying to catch my iris.
Yes, he had... An eye expression full of... Benignity?
Then he explained me everything. Everything I could ask about this hole, Ricken answered me.
So he was a complete criminal on the run. The biggest one. The most searched, the most dangerous, everything - he was the most famous criminal of the world, forgotten in this hole to hide himself from the government. He had to, if he wouldn't have been hiding he would have been caught and shoved into jail or on an electric chair.
His collaborators and him found this place. It was an undiscovered and old, so old prehistoric cavern, full of prehistoric drawings that would cost a true fortune if it was discovered by the world.
Instead, Ricken owned the place as his only house and general quarter. He amenaged the place, taking advantage of the clean roman catacombs that were already here, and now,I must admit, it really looks like the cavern house of an intelligent criminal, like the ones who rule the world from their computers.
Speaking of computers, he has so much of them. Like 15 or 16.
There is one computer, though. This is the biggest and the most badass-looking I've ever seen. Ricken told me it's an AlienWare, and the most powerful one in the world. Or he hopes so. Because it's from there he controls the entire world. And all from a keyboard.
He has so much crime files and plans on it. They are all numbered and sorted out. There are so many criminal plans creating in Ricken's mind everyday.
He is member of an incredible number of mafia families and criminal cartels. He watches people everyday, hacks bank accounts everyday, sets government crisis everyday. He is behind murders everyday.
He simply rules the world.
And the Provencal house was just here to cover this incriminatory hole up.
I can make you a whole dissertation on it. With the most well-turned argued sentences. Right now. I can give you the best arguments ever in it.
Or I can just recount you everything that happened during these last 380 days. And I don't know why, but I feel like it won't be ending soon.
Remember the thing about the little insane world where the estimation of your stay is similar to a mayfly's?
Well, I said that for a good reason. Living during 380 days with the most searched criminal on the run in the world is definitely something.
Something which sometimes, exceeds the imagination.
I'm sure you've already figured it out, but everything Ricken and I have done isn't the legalest. By the way, is there anything legal I've done so far, since at least five years?
Don't find any?
It's understandable.
But it's true that the amount of illegal things have been instantly emphasized with Ricken. You don't know how much my eyes have widen these past 380 days at the sight of his plans.
Sometimes, I was overwhelmed by all this shit. The complexity of everything that happened was sometimes, too much to handle.
I have purely and simply ruint my life.
But it's okay now I guess. Even if I constantly have the feeling that I'm lost.
I have Ricken. He's the last thing left to me.
I mean, I have nothing now. Along with nothing to lose.
I have nothing to lose since this goddamn sofa pushed me into this hare-brained hole.
You silly. I'm sure you've never wondered how a 300 meter hole could exist. You didn't asked yourself this question. Because you thought it was plausible. Well it isn't. At all.
Normally, there would be water from ten meters. But here we have 300 meters, 300 fucking meters without any drop of water. All clean. With ground walls.
How can even a hole like this exist?
That was the question that was hanging in my mind 380 days ago, when Ricken and I first "met", when I was broken from the fall on the crevice's floor, but surviving thanks to the sofa.
Ricken send me to coma after that, with his gun hitting the back of my head. I don't remember a single thing from there to the moment I woke up.
I was tied up. Ricken was poiting at me the same gun I assume.
He was really, really angry. At the time, I didn't know who he was: I just wanted to know what the hell was going on, to get the hell out of here, to know why the crevice is this deep and again, to get the hell out of here.
- Okay, he began. Just tell me for who you work. It will avoid you to have the agony added with your death.
I looked him in the deep blue of his eyes. I knew I was clearly scared. Scared, to death. It was kind of new to me to be this scared. The only scared I've got was when I was scared to lose Gerard.
My nerves were literally tightening, and aching of course, my eyes were going to get out of my orbs and my sweat was beginning to spring consequently to life.
I reached to open my mouth and let explainative sentences out, but nothing actually would.
I was too afraid. To death, or even beyond. I was back to my primal senses, to the most human one, fear.
When this sense was on its edge, that was the moment. The moment when the idea of suicide stroked my neurons.
Or not necessarily suicide. This gun man down the hole could also kill me without any guilt. That would make the two of us satisfied.
Suddenly, the reality came to me again.
The man was staring at me, analyzing me, studying me, memorizing me.
He had a different expression in his eyes though.
No, it wasn't angry like one minute ago.
It was... On the complete, complete contrary...
- Who are y-you...? I said, completely confused.
He looked in my eyes again, trying to catch my iris.
Yes, he had... An eye expression full of... Benignity?
Then he explained me everything. Everything I could ask about this hole, Ricken answered me.
So he was a complete criminal on the run. The biggest one. The most searched, the most dangerous, everything - he was the most famous criminal of the world, forgotten in this hole to hide himself from the government. He had to, if he wouldn't have been hiding he would have been caught and shoved into jail or on an electric chair.
His collaborators and him found this place. It was an undiscovered and old, so old prehistoric cavern, full of prehistoric drawings that would cost a true fortune if it was discovered by the world.
Instead, Ricken owned the place as his only house and general quarter. He amenaged the place, taking advantage of the clean roman catacombs that were already here, and now,I must admit, it really looks like the cavern house of an intelligent criminal, like the ones who rule the world from their computers.
Speaking of computers, he has so much of them. Like 15 or 16.
There is one computer, though. This is the biggest and the most badass-looking I've ever seen. Ricken told me it's an AlienWare, and the most powerful one in the world. Or he hopes so. Because it's from there he controls the entire world. And all from a keyboard.
He has so much crime files and plans on it. They are all numbered and sorted out. There are so many criminal plans creating in Ricken's mind everyday.
He is member of an incredible number of mafia families and criminal cartels. He watches people everyday, hacks bank accounts everyday, sets government crisis everyday. He is behind murders everyday.
He simply rules the world.
And the Provencal house was just here to cover this incriminatory hole up.
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