CHAPTER 8
At six o'clock in the morning he left the apartment. The girl was still asleep. In the street he walked to the Gare du Nord. He took a leisurely pace to watch the sun rise. A sun that was to rise with him, and not wait. Because he always said: the world belongs to those who stand together on the day. Came the buffet of the Gare du Nord. A simple counter, two pinball machines, a server and several alcoholics. In this gray morning, he ordered a coffee and a view looking out of the first passengers on commuter trains. Busy people going to their work. In the second coffee, Marius had not told words. He did not want to cause anyone. At seven o'clock in the morning, the hour of grace. The end of the world. The sun rose and the station was filled ... After completing his third coffee, Marius went out. A quiet approach freezing cold. The temperature did not exceed ten degrees. A spring still uncertain. Instead of taking the subway, he walked towards the bow of the defense ... At this point, it was difficult to know what was happening in his mind, but in his march, the streets began to lead him to his destiny. A street, avenue, and another street. Thirty minutes later, the defense was close ... A set of building visible from afar. A shopping center, research, commerce, and for him: his destiny. It was clear at that moment, looking Marius something. Maybe Paris! As he walked without trying to understand. Walk without selling. An application in his divine duty. Heavy steps, coarse and expectations at the lights, looking down on people. Fifteen minutes later he came to the defense. Then he climbed the grand central staircase. It took him to the Arc de Triomphe. Steps taken one by one. Above, as the entrance hall had just opened, he entered immediately. Came the second level. He leaned on the fence. Almost a look of depression. The bitterness. Heart. Hold on! By displaying a certain habit, he glanced at the crowd hurrying, walking to get from one point to another. The morning rush. After a quarter of an hour, he rose and walked to the Blue Side. He approached the counter, the young waiter wiped the coffee cups. He bowed as he was already one of the regulars. Marius ordered a coffee. The young man avoided dwelling on his person and served. Came a new expectation. Gaze to the lobby and a coffee cools.
Under the boat of this atmosphere of eternal day of eternal night, nobody could say why Marius liked it. A climate resembling perhaps a casino, and departing from the world, and do not lingering. Peccadilloes unnecessary stores on hold, because personalities are grateful to attending, counters clean, windows to maintain a life in the shadows or a new life. The near future, namely the underground world. In this decorum, Marius watched the lobby for a good thirty minutes. Some leaned over the counter customers to drink their coffee, but still no Daniel. - Tell me! You know the little Daniel? The server was waiting idly. - Breakfast! Yes of course! In principle it should already be there.
Marius turned to him. - Why is not there today? - When Olivier is not there, Daniel is not there. Marius interested ... - Ah! They are still together? The server did not seem interested in this discussion. He was even surprised that Marius did not know better than him. - Ben! In principle, they both sleep in the same place. Behind the exit south. Near exhausts hot air. Marius was surprised ... - Oh! Marius looked at the server in the eye, but it left him very quickly and landed another client. Marius was confused. He let him take control. When he turned to the coffee machine, he said. - And it is where the south exit? The server replied without looking back ... - Opposite, on the other corridor, next to the shop Zazou! Confess that initially, Marius still had to stay a while, a little chat, but the temptation was too strong. Then he left, turned and started walking. Came a quiet approach. He walked along the shops of the corridor. At the edge of the stage giving the above the first level, he turned south, joins the other lane, and thirty yards away, he paused before the shop Zazou. It was a lingerie shop, at first sight very interesting. But Marius did not linger. In addition, a small hallway going south. He forced himself to continue his journey. The corridor was much as sixty meters in length. He drove there and found himself facing a door. A big double doors. Arriving with her, he did not wait and opened it. It opened outwards. Outside, the clouds covered the sky. Once in the open air, he noticed a bundle of clothes and blankets dragging on the ground. The hot air outlet was located at one meter above. An inhabited place, but not so dirty as that ... In the middle of this pile, a person was lying. A young man, but not Daniel. As it had just woken up, Marius approached it. The hot air emitted a warm spring. - Hi! Young was not afraid. He replied ... - Hi! As Marius had discussed, he stooped. - Tell me! I am looking for Oliver and Daniel. You know they have slept here last night? - Why, you're a cop? Marius smiled ... - Have you seen my quickdraw! The man looked at him a moment. A young man coming straight from the province. He replied ... - The latest news, Olivier is the hole, and Daniel left yesterday evening! Marius Daniel ... interested in - Where is he gone? - Last night we made a theory that it was better to live in the south, then it broke. - Oh! Before resuming, Marius watched the scene a short time, just to get an idea of the environment. - And you are much sleep here? - Fifteen! - Ah! He got up ... - And Daniel, you said exactly where he intended to go? The young man did not really want to answer him, but he did not care ... - We were told it was possible to make the round in St. Tropez. Ecstasy! - In Saint-Tropez? - Yeah! - Well! As the young did not talk too much, Marius looked a few seconds, and turned around. He then joined the door, and wanting to push it, it resisted. Then the young man's voice rang ... - This is an emergency exit! To go back in, you should do the trick.
** Nobody knows if Marius had been saddened by the loss of his two comrades, but instead of returning to the lobby, he branched off toward the avenue leading to the Arc de Triomphe. The same avenue, the same trees, the same houses and also the house of the fifties. Past the remains of the lady, the temptation became insightful, but he forced himself to continue. His gait was quick and his face was cold. Ten minutes later, he walked on the floor of the town of Neuilly. There he did not stop, and later he joined the Arc de Triomphe. The place was packed. Many cars and thousands of tourists. In the presence this roundabout, he walked around and then discovered the Champs Elysees. The famous avenue! Shops, boutiques and perhaps three thousand people. Certainly one would think that his approach, at this moment, would return to normal. But this was not the case, he skirted without stopping. Judgments as to fires, and nothing else. Came to the Place de la Concorde. Still a place full of cars. There, he branched off on the Rue de Rivoli. Thirty feet, and when he realized he already knew this road, it slows down. A common history! A bass: Three Olives! Initially, Marius thought that Daniel was lying there in this bar. Why not! A Drink Before St. Tropez! An invitation to go and check. Take a glance to be sure, and also for a coffee. Why not! The bar was not far, then heaped them. A bar-smoking! He turned the street proper. Twenty yards away, he entered the lob. He closed the door behind him, he checks if a group of young people do not accidentally dragged the back of the room, but nobody distinguished. A counter in front, a dozen people before, but not Daniel. No small head. But staring at the characters, he suddenly saw the hindquarters of a man he knew. The man drank a shot. A celebrity. It was bucket! Certainly he knew the man but for him it was a real opportunity. He went up immediately. A pat on the shoulder to wake him. Bucket turned and took a little scary. - Hello! - Bucket Hi! Marius looked down. - You walk around here? Drank a beer bucket. He did not want that! The great cordially invited him to speak. A diplomat! - You've planned another coup! Bucket did not air ... - No! - What are you doing here then? - The bar serves a hotel. I have a room upstairs. - Oh! Marius still looked tall. He also had a drink and demonstrate its power. In addition, a pie, it is not forgotten! - Why Jennifer Monrose? Bucket became uncertain. He knew the fool. - Ben. It's artistic! Dada. I would also do advertising. - Oh! We knew that if Marius had seized him, but he mastered. Behind them, a lady drinking coffee. He turned toward her, and returned. - Well! Ben pays me a coffee then! Bucket dared not refuse. He called the server and ordered a beer and a coffee. Marius turned to the lady again. Glass and cup to them, "said Marius ... - Jennifer, she also lives in Paris? - No, I think not! Marius swallowed his first sip and settled down beside him. He had Jennifer in mind, but also the lady. - You know his address? Bucket did not know. - No ... - How does it not? Drank his beer cup and Marius pressed his back to the counter. A better position to observe the lady. - Let me answer! You knew it was coming and you also know where does she live! Is not it! Bucket was embarrassed. To comfort him, "said Marius ... - Look at the lady in front of me! Bucket turned ... - It! I'll do it. She is ready to go. Please answer! The lady was wearing a coat fur. Fifty, heavily made-up, she rose and Godet seemed embarrassed. - You know! I'll do it and I know I can afford it. Is not it! Bucket dared not answer. The lady had left his seat and walked toward the exit. - Come Bucket! Bucket watched the lady. She opened the door and left. The snap lock anima Marius. - Come Bucket! But still no answer ...
**
Saturday morning. Fasi woke up with the mouth of drinks. He showered, taking his time and shaved. Later he ingested a aspirin. It was already noon. The man was not hungry. He decided never to drink his life. More Never! About one o'clock he left his apartment. No sooner he buckled his lock, the door opened, Eleanor. It also emerged. She seemed happy again. - Fasi Hi! How will you? - Well! And you? - Super! You know I'm thinking about what you said. I even think twice. And I think you're right, I must check myself and I live with a man in the greatest respect. You have to love that's true! And do not just make love. Fasi suddenly felt good in a skin. The girl looked at him tenderly. She smiled. She found her love and her former happiness. - You're right! We must take advantage good time in life. - Fasi You're right! And that's what I intend to do. Yesterday I met a wonderful man. And we decided to live full of things together. - Oh! It's Good! The man left the room. He bowed Fasi. Be a common, nothing special. He had just kissed and seemed relieved. - We start from elsewhere in Deauville for the weekend. There are going to walk on the beach. We just book a room in a small hotel. What life! - Good! Fasi's face was changing again. Outside the weather was not up to its ambitions. Narbonne beach lacked. The Fasi new couple bowed and left. The man remained on the landing. The disfigured face! The couple borrowed the elevator. Fasi but could no longer move. Her headache recurred. He wanted to vomit. He wanted to return to his room and watch TV.
** A minute later, Marius pursued the lady. She climbed on the street three hundred meters. Before the door of a building rather classy, she stopped and rummaged in her bag. Marius intervened at this point. - Bonjour Madame! Marius is me! You have insight earlier in the bar, is not it? The lady, seeing this huge structure fall on him, took a little fear. - Yes! But excuse me, I do not know you! - Now it is! He offered her his best smile ... Of course the woman had seen others, but it interferes surprised. She wanted to see him go. - And you want? - Ben! Invite me a drink at home! For me it is not hurt! The lady was frightened, but his temperament old thief feelings surpassed everything else. - Ben! I do not know what to say. - Ben say yes! The woman blushed. She had her keys in hand. Slowly, she opened the door ... His power
surpassed everything else. Marius then invited to enter. The woman said nothing. She let him do it. She became even any shy. In the elevator: silence. In the third they came out. The woman then invited to enter his apartment. A salon-style chic. A beautiful wooden floors, large TV, a large cupboard full of books and a kitchen. - It's very chic! Marius shut the door. The woman removed her coat. - Yes, thank you! Then she placed her coat. Marius watched the room. - Ben! Sit only! What do you want to drink? Marius returned to her. A big smile, always friendly. - Ben champagne why not! In front of his answer, the lady remained agitated for a few seconds. Surprise! The big surprise. What answer? Say yes, say no? Let go. The embarrassment was visible on his face. The face of a noble woman, perhaps pretentious. His response ... - If you want! Despite her embarrassment, she looked into his eyes for a few seconds and said ... - Well! Wait for me here then! I'll go see if I have. She left him ... The woman left the room and Marius settled on the big chair. Watching television, he grabbed the remote and started channel surfing. Chains marched. The contention of the kiss. First stop on Paris. A story about people who clean the Eiffel Tower. Later, still waiting ... During the first thirty seconds, he concentrated on television, after he began to think. His annoyance returned. The bitterness. The woman would soon return, but another story worked his mind, his reason itched. That of Olivier, in prison, perhaps that of Daniel, Saint-Tropez. One reason for this power, stronger than everything else, stronger than its existence. His thinking led him to not change the channel, and whether it really looked on TV, nobody could tell. His vision on chasing. An irresistible misunderstanding. Perhaps himself. - I managed to find a bottle! The woman awoke. She was holding a bottle and two glasses in hand. She smiled and Marius turned painfully to her. - Nope! The woman became agitated ... - Why not? Marius was no longer smiling ... - Well no, it can not go! The woman suddenly felt embarrassed. - And why? Marius was already rising. She was waiting ... - Well, because there are bucket! The woman did not understand ... - How does Bucket? Marius was standing and looked poorly. - Bucket Yeah, I was with him earlier! **
Afternoon Fasi had no moral, but decided Nevertheless, in order to walk out a little. He went out, walked up to the Bois de Boulogne. Greyness. The rain began to fall. The cold enveloped his body. He thought first to Claire. He thought also of Shepherd. Eleanor took the third position. In the wood, walked a few beadles. Nothing important! Fasi saw the defense. Narbonne when he left, he decided to work up. He had given ten years to succeed. He had saved his money and position. Thirty-five years he wanted to return to the south to buy a house and live quietly. But once arrived in Paris, he realized that sex was predominant all its previous values. A force, naval defense grew. Edge of the woods, a bar-tabac interested him. He approached it. He went inside and ordered a coffee. **
Marius avoided discussing any longer with the lady. He descended the stairs, he avoided the elevator. Outside, the heat n'agrémentait not buy happiness. A fine rain began to wet the ground. Busy misunderstandings, Marius returned to the Three Olives. A pompous atmosphere! Before, he avoided looking inside bucket if ever drank, and went on ... Then came the Rue de Rivoli. Tired pretensions he borrowed. The path leading to the Place Vendome. The same streets to cross. He then came to this area, but avoid dwelling. The man was nervous, but her gait was restored. A hundred yards away, the sidewalk continued through a long courtyard. The rain had increased his pace. The floor was soaked. Some people began to run. He entered the arcade and hair were sound of rain starting to make the city unattractive to pedestrians. The arcade of the Rue de Rivoli is known as Paris. It runs along the entire length of the Louvre. Of tourist shops line up like candles. Inside, we can find a lot of gadgets, such as representation of the Eiffel Tower in miniature, towels, t-shirts, photographs, postcards, books and pens. Finally, everything you need to satisfy some customers, a certain taste. Throughout the world, Marius avoided stop. He continued to search for that source. This material liquefying! The top of the world! The measured two-meter man two. Then, thirty-five centimeters above the overall average female and twenty-five inches taller than the average male. What prove its power, superiority and its undeniable strength of conviction. The man surpassing all heads and above the horizon, when large crowds! Many tourists came to take refuge under the arcade. Thus, in some places, they blocked the passage. Marius had to slow down. Passages painful because people do not care about the person. They looked straight ahead. They walked after her. A unanimous concern, a man in the city and loved looking at himself, but did not recognize each other.
After two hundred yards, the population became more dispersed. Marius found its speed booster. The shops have changed their style. Tourism to the silk dress. Eiffel tower in china wool sweater two miles francs. Moreover, the faces! Less annoying and even more gallant. In his coming, although several women passed beside him, looking at him. He could stop, but avoid redundancy. He tried to look straight ahead. When someone bothered her power, by avoiding, only his eyes lowered to follow suit. The feat of a body so as not to disturb. Came the end of the tunnel. The rain subsided. The arcade was ending. He went out, crossed the Sebastopol Avenue and continued to arrive on the Place du Chatelet. He crossed it without really looking. The island near St. Louis, he also avoided watching. A However s'advenant place to be animated, but the man tried not to go falling in love. A look at a horizon irascible. Head upright and slender process. The man in the city. Tall, handsome, but obsessed with the power of the government. After the Chatelet, he passed the Hotel de Ville. At this level, just a look, time to see something else. Later he belittled his head, he lined up properly again, two meters high. At that moment he began to see the Place de la Bastille in the distance. This view justified the parody of his dreams.
** If the police officer responsible for monitoring TV of the Bastille had been privileged to observe Marius, he would have seen a great man, very straight and tall. The man came from Chatelet. Zooming in on him he could glimpse his nervousness. The lines drawn, the desire to scream and make a new meeting. A hatred that Marius had hidden, but which required at every step to make his personality inadequate in relation to those around him. A look at the camera in the middle of the square and the man continued. On the other hand, he paused to fire. While the officer was changing view, Marius waited quietly. Then came the green, he crossed and went into the last avenue before Gare de Lyon. The Avenue was not very long and Marius did not stop. Peristyle at the station, he climbed on the crack leading to it and a few minutes later, he entered the lobby.
The station was crowded, but it was his habit. A buffet with a terrace, a kiosk, a dozen station and a large bundle of people looking at the big billboard placed in front of the first ways. As Marius knew what was up a station, he had no hesitation in his gait and walked on the side of crates. They were on his left, in another hall, a little smaller. There twenty crates lined up against the west wall. The crowd was more or less scattered, so half-empty boxes. As Marius were traveling south, he headed the appropriate boxes. When he landed a free, a little lady received him. She wore glasses as wide as the width of his head. Short stature. A small body. But see, a free girl because a girl who seemed to dislike being touched. - Bonjour Madame! Marius had the look down. - Hello Mister! Came the touch ... - The next train to Geneva from what time? The woman listened to him through a microphone. The atmosphere perfect! She tapped the word Geneva on the keys of his computer. A hesitation, and replied. - In a quarter of an hour! Marius did not hesitate, it ... - Well! Then a second class ticket, non-smoker, and aisle. The woman was surprised, but she does not think. She printed the ticket, a minute later he paid, and two minutes later he said goodbye. From quick! From too quickly! His ticket in hand, he walked to the train bound for Geneva. A TGV. A normal pace. When he arrived at the dock, it controls what car number was written on his ticket. A small light unspeakable. The ticket to a forty meter high and peak eye-like screeching. It was his car ...
**
Fasi arrived on the esplanade of the defense. The tourists had stormed. Below the mall was not too buoyant. He hesitated to make a turn. But down there he was bored. Each afternoon he was leaving to play video games in the entertainment room. But there was still never too long. Even his clothes he did not buy there. Maybe not to cross and Claire Berger. The two women often visited fashion boutiques. For Fasi, fashion, this institution was often the ideal of extravagant, then he refrained. In fact, the ideal of Fasi was presented in the form of a country house, surrounded by olive trees and chickens. Certainly he had the station area of Narbonne, but the campaign had never left his mind. She remained in him as perfect qu'exutoire to question themselves. **
The train seemed very calm. A line-peak. Nobody had booked beside Marius. The seat was empty and his sleep reached its climax when the train was able to accelerate to its normal pace. In this silence, Marius dream almost. See something else, stars, women and arcs in the sky. The dream before sleep. The altercation between the non-existent and the enthusiasm of power dream. The train pushed the soul to feel anything but the emotion he feels when he starts sleeping in a place suitable for the occasion. Nobody knows what Marius had been dreaming sleep well, but when the train stopped in Lyon, he opened his eyes. The station was hot but the train does not satisfy. Rather, is always full. A more or less empty train bound for Geneva. Certainly, rubbing his eyes, behind the windows, he did not feel the atmosphere. The car was broken and overheated. Almost the Orient Express stops in order to fuel up. The train remained off for fifteen minutes, and he left. Thirty miles a plateau authorized him to accelerate, and as soon as the first hills surrounded him, we could see the Alps. Deceleration came ... The hills, small mountains, valleys and tunnels. The peristyle of Switzerland! Although he comes from the region, he suddenly became interested in landscape. Meadows for cows to cow pastures, buildings, isolated farms, villages and two saves in two small towns. During the journey, no one could tell whether a certain enthusiasm immobilized. A certain nostalgia. But one thing is certain, the man remained standing nose to the glass almost to Switzerland. The wandering the fuss. Unimaginable! A look into the distance and a return to things more tacit. The stations of villages, valleys in the distance and the first peaks further. Se
are customs that dérangèrent. Marius showed them his identity card. They controlled very quickly. As it came from the region, they did not press him. French customs and the Swiss customs. An acquired habit. A common area and mountains. Came to Geneva! A city still in the cold. Already Switzerland. The train stopped at the railway station. Marius left the car and followed the crowd to lobby. In his approach, he tried to guess what could well change between a French and a train station in Switzerland. A fun convincing. When he arrived in the main hall, he realized: it was the commercials. Chocolate and cheese everywhere! On every wall and all references. A real desire to eat. A bite, because let's face that Marius, in these times, do not eat much. Finally! Just a detail, because he did not stay long in this station. Once out of the sub-path leading to the docks, he crossed the hall and went out. Outside, a breeze came banging on his cheeks, he does not care ... and continued to know if he knew of Geneva, the answer was very difficult to conceive. But Marius in his foolhardiness, took without delay to the west. He walked with a heavy, some, or even serious. An approach to the seemingly quiet, but in a clear entity, a goal! As the center of the city lay to the south, over five hundred meters, the density of houses worth a downtown. Further, the first houses, the first trees and gardens established themselves first. Opposite Lake Leman. A lake that does not spark, but as the fog had invaded its center, the horizon was identified with a sea Maybe the Black Sea. After the first kilometer, studious homes invaded space. The chic, contemporary styles. To each his own small garden and two cars. Cars scattered. A certain calm. Near a junction which required the road to the west down to the lake, Marius hesitated a little. It controls the naming of streets, watched the horizon and the lake. A few seconds later, he said, turning toward the north. A small street in a neighborhood serene and new family homes. The road climbed a bit. A slight slope. Marius applied himself. He also inspected the house numbers. A chain, but also a number he had in mind. An address he knew. Almost a walk, because nobody attended the street. He and he alone advanced, followed, pursued and wanted. He borrowed on this street two hundred meters. In passing the garden of a very beautiful house, it slows down a bit. She was certainly beautiful, but her face suddenly became very specific and frowned. The great discovery in full and also full of countenance. Then came the house itself. A poorly maintained garden front, a white iron fence, a row of bushes between the two neighboring houses and beige walls, painted recently. The house was home to two floors. Racolées two large windows in the center, a third later. On the first floor, two windows to overlap with the roof. A typical Swiss style. A roof wood with brown tiles. Realizing that he had arrived, Marius became nervous. However, he walked quietly to the door of the gate, opened it and entered directly into the garden. And launched his muscles tétanisèrent and his heart beat violently. Contempt! An extremely powerful inner rage. Of sweat all over his body. A cold shower. The front door was located on the left side. It went up quickly and immediately, it rang. Came an unbearable wait. The man does not bear more. The rage in my stomach! While the door was not opened immediately. He had to wait over a minute. A minute terrible, unimaginable! Then came footsteps. From within. They approached the entrance, and slowly the door opened ...
soon as she saw the man, the girl was frightened directly. A horrified face! His right hand was holding the door. She tried to close it, but the man won the race. He put his left hand over so she could no longer grow. In through a terrible trance, she then stepped back quickly. She had run away to retrace his steps! But as her irritation became so omnipotent, backwards, his back bumped against the wall. A rush to turn around, but it is at this moment that the man intercepted. It was dark and she attacked him in grabbing the neck. A tough decision to stop the girl. A steady hand and accurate! A gloved hand which forced the girl to begin to struggle. The first cries. Those mean horror. Rabies! The man had grabbed her. As the left hand of the girl tried to snatch and the other to prevent its power to impose, he knocked violently against his hand. A move that forced the hand of the girl to fall, and it's also at that moment he struck the first blow. A terrible uppercut that took the girl screaming. She struggled well but could not get rid of that hand. Then the man struck again! A terrible shock nevertheless took the girl to lift her hand against him. Specifically to his hood. But a little hand too fragile that freed quickly to knock again. A blow so powerful that the man was finally able to grip properly to stifle it. A girl almost fried on. Soon a coma! A falling body and a voice that could no longer be required. The fourth shot came. The fifth. The girl let down its members, bobbing his head and under this pressure, the man knocked again. Three more blows, to coma. The body drop.
few seconds later, the man closed the door on half of its distance Max. He noticed the body of the girl who did not flee, then he stepped back and shut the door completely. The door slammed and he found the girl's face. Above it, as it roared, he bent down and sent him several more punches. Blows that brought drops of blood to flow, especially his nose. He then got up and checked around him if one arrived. But no! Then he grabbed. He lifted her and took her to the center of the house. The girl was unresponsive. A large living room covered the entire surface, opposite the kitchen, the bedroom door below the stairs and on his left. When the man arrived in the epicenter of the room, he observed how quickly the furniture had been arranged. Three quick movements of the head and the hood, which was itching already. Then, in view of his intentions, he brought the girl to the stairs. He passed, pulled his body and climbed up. The girl was very slight. He ascended to the next level very quickly. The first door was opened. It was located next door. Noticing that it was the bathroom, he went inside. He then brought the body against the bathtub, placed his head on it, held it with one hand and the other, he opened the tap. Came gushing. He inserted the plug and waited. The girl started to wake up. A few seconds later the water had taken shape at the bottom of the bowl. As she began to wake up, he sent three more blows to his neck. Of blows which made her fall down. A woman almost died ... A few seconds later to finish according to his wishes, he lifted it, he put his body in the bathtub, took his head and thrust it into the water. When
resented his nostrils with water, the girl tried to struggle, but the man kept it firmly. The water was rising. His head immersed himself completely. The man was waiting. Maybe a minute. Below, a body still awaiting the end. Man does not timing, but as the girl was not moving, he kept a minute longer. An additional minute. Both arms outstretched and a look completely devoid of feelings. As the water overflowed, he let her go. Then he cut off water and undressed. He tore his shirt, dress, socks and underwear. The naked girl, he lifted his body and immersed in water. The face of a dead woman for the indomitable spirit of man. Came the end. The naked girl in water begins to glow, he stuck his head and waited. Detention perceptive man wanted to be sure of his death. A mandatory death and certain death under water, because man had no ability to control the beating of his pulse. His gloves prevented this insurance to be moved. ** In principle
Fasi was not working Saturday, but that day he walked around. So he decided to visit his office, just for fun. He found the entrance hall. Goalkeeper. The access card. Later he waited patiently outside the elevator. The place was empty. Silence. Only on rare beadles passed. The testimony of overtime. The elevator door finally opened. He entered the first, a man followed him. Both doors were shut. The elevator climbed. But the cage suddenly stopped. Failure. The man pressed the emergency button. The keeper replied. Fasi waiting behind. The man did not look like a businessman too. The goalkeeper then asked them to wait, it should call the picket stores. They were to arrive in half an hour. The time would be long. - We have no luck today! The man turned toward Fasi. - My name is Frank! - My name Fasi! Delighted! They shook hands and the man sat down. Fasi seemed dazed. He would not sit down. He thought of Claire and Eleanor Berger. This seemed preposterous. He had never worked on Saturdays. By Franck cons it solves. He grabbed his files and began to work. - You work here? - Yes! In the twelfth! - I just started! In the eighth! I just arrived from Toulouse with my boyfriend. Yesterday we went out to the Marais. Nothing compared to the south. - Oh! Fasi sat. It was a bit surprised. The man in front of him had not gone to Paris, but with her boyfriend. This story intrigued him. He wanted to know!
** It is difficult to say whether the man was pleased, but now the girl's head under water, it remained for a good five minutes to watch, to observe his death appear on the traits of his personality. Eyes that were opened. An open mouth. Dementia! When he got up before leaving the room, he looked at himself in the mirror for a few seconds. May be proud. Eye to eye. The neck wound. Later he went down again. Below, the man returned directly to the door. Before he turned to the chamber, inspected it for a few seconds, and removed his hood. Her mouth open air, he blew a good shot. The breath of the devil. Red eyes. Clenched jaw. He opened the door and fled. The man had just killed! Marius had just killed. The perfect crime. No witnesses, so no evidence. The girl named Jennifer Monrose. She began her career as a model five years ago. She had just been hired by a French television. A little gem, very adorable. She had just celebrated his twenty-two years. The
great! Daniel Gindraux, 2002, thriller, 8 chapters.
