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Chapter 3

Enrico arrived at the place where his “associates” had supposedly lost the boy. He looked around. He didn't see the boy. Enrico decided to hide somewhere and wait for the boy to return. If criminals always return to the crime scene, he figured, so would the victims.

But where could he hide? The only place Enrico deemed good enough was a large white house. He saw an open window and climbed in. Now it was time to wait until the boy returned.

David decided it was ridiculous that he still hadn't remembered the name of the girl who helped him. He asked her, “I seem to have forgotten your name. Could you remind me of it?” She looked surprised. “Come on, David. Don't you remember me? I am Jennifer. We were dating three years ago, until you were sent to war. You said you'd never forget me.” “Oh, I'm sorry,” said David, “But I don't remember that at all. Now I think of it, I don't remember anything anymore.”

It was a lie. As soon as Jennifer told David her name and what happened three years ago, it all came back to him. He also remembered he always had been a jerk. An annoying feeling appeared in his stomach. He felt guilty about lying to her. Although he didn't think she knew it was just a trick to dump her, he had to make up somehow. “I'm so grateful you kinda saved my life,” said David, “is there anything I can do to help?” Jennifer thought about it. “I think I do know something,” she said, “You can take out the trash.” He didn't know what he had expected, but it was certainly not this, thought David as he dragged the bag full of garbage to the trashcan outside.

Just when Enrico dozed away, his Eskimo-sense started tingling. He looked out of the window, and saw someone putting garbage in a trashcan. He knew this was the boy, because his little finger started twitching, which it always did when he was looking at a target. Enrico took his knife and threw it to David, hoping it would hit him. It missed. David saw the knife flying through the air and ran inside. “We are under attack!” he yelled at Jennifer, “We must leave now!” “Have you taken the trash out?” Jennifer asked.

Not much time later, Jennifer and David drove away with Jennifer's moped, followed by Enrico on his bicycle. “Where are we going?” Jennifer screamed, to be heard above the noise her moped made. “I don't know!” David answered. Meanwhile, Enrico managed to keep up with them surprisingly well.

Chapter 2

David wondered where he was. He sat on a white chair in a large room. The room was very bright. David thought about how he came here. What was the last thing he could remember? He remembered sitting at home, eating his dinner. Then he was somewhere else… it was dark, he was outside… why did he go out? And what happened after that? “Where am I?” he asked himself, “Why am I here?”

The same voice that called his name earlier now answered the question.

“You are in my house. I found you lying unconsciously in the street.” David looked behind him. A girl was standing there. A girl he knew. “How did you find me,” he said, “if you were unconscious?”

The girl laughed &mdash what was her name again? He should know that &mdash and replied: “You were the one that was unconscious. You fell down about five feet from my porch. I couldn’t leave you there.” “Well, that explains one thing. I still don’t know what I was doing lying on the street.” “You were unconscious,” suggested the girl. “Yes. I know.” he said, “you already told me. I meant: what did I do &mdash or what happened to me &mdash that caused me to be lying unconsciously by your porch.”

At that exact same moment was Enrico rubbing his beard. He always did that when things weren’t going how he planned them to go. His “associates” had lost the boy he wanted to kill. He would do it himself. At this point, his killer instinct started boiling. Whether it was his upbringing or, as Enrico himself always said during blind dates, “Just his Eskimo-heritage,” he lived for the hunt. Oddly enough, he was still single. Enrico took his knife, put his sunglasses on and got on his bike. If one asked me how Enrico’s bike looked like, and if I were to tell the truth, I would have to tell that his bike was very small and was painted pink. I would also tell you that it was a bicycle for small girls. Not that Enrico was a small girl, but he had a very tight budget. In fact, after buying the knife and the sunglasses, he barely had enough money left to buy this one. But since he mostly stayed inside, thinking of evil schemes, while his “associates” were out there doing the dirty work, it wasn’t much of a problem. So it was quite a special occasion, that Enrico went out to find and kill David. Wait, did I say “kill David”? What I meant to say was: “kill the mysterious boy, whose identity is still unknown”.

Chapter 1

Hello, dear readers. My name is Robin, and this blog will be a story. (How totally unexpected.) After the first one, story and non-story posts are separated. Those named “Chapter x” are story posts.

Although I am pretty good at English, it is not my first language. If you have any comments about spelling and grammar, please share them with me, it would be a great help. Suggestions about story lines etc. are also welcome.

And now, the story:

David stared at the window, wondering what could have been. He didn't look through the window, he was hardly aware what was going on outside. Instead, he looked at the window. If you have ever seen a window, you know how hard it is to look at it, and not at what's behind it. You try to focus on the glass, but your gaze falls right through it. But David did not have any problems with it. In fact, his only problem right now was his teacher. He was in a class room, and the teacher was not very happy with David staring at the window. She yelled at him, but he didn't seem to listen. She told him to leave, but he didn't react. She threatened him to summon Satan from the very depths of Hell and to sell him David's soul. As you may have suspected, David did not blink an eye. David popped up from his daydreams just after Mrs. Jones, as his teacher was called, began to cry. He heard his classmates cheer, for she was a substitute teacher, and they didn't like her very much. Some even stood up and applauded. They were all shouting his name and congratulating him…

And then he heard someone else calling his name. The class faded. David woke up. He didn't know were he was and started looking around. Then it slowly daunted on him: Mrs. Jones was no longer his teacher, the class was no longer his, and he had never, ever, stared at a window. He did have the whole class applauding and cheering at him once, though.

The only question left was where he was.