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"y-yes...you said that. Ah..I'm getting it in flashes. But...something's wrong. I think...from what my mother said, the government took my memory away...and it's just coming back to me now. Why...? That song? Was that it?" He was confused, his voice hoarse once more. How strange. Memory loss. Why?

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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."

"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."

"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."

"That was not comforting either!"

"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."

"Old man, are you trying to provoke me?"

-Stolen from a fanfic~-
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Kein turned his stare towards Painter, eyes devoid of emotion.
"I musn't remember." He spoke monotonously, blinking slowly as he spoke.
"I musn't ever remember."
'It's impossible,' He thought to himself, 'I don't even know if my real name is Kein.' Increasing the grip on the hilt of his dagger, the dagger given to him, the man started to walk towards Nighthawk Headquarters.
"Let's go," He spoke aloud again, "Anya's waiting."






-- Edited by Darkflight on Wednesday 19th of August 2009 07:20:45 AM

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Anya had let the two go alone. Whatever they were dealing with, they had to do it alone. She had set against a wall, criss-crossed, and thinking. "Anya!" She looked to the left. And saw nothing. She shook her head. "Anya May!" She looked to the right. That voice...She tucked her legs in closer to her body. Why did it sound so familiar? She suddenly got a flash of something across her mind, a memory of her, playing in her room with her favorite doll at the age of six. Her eyes grew wide. What was happening? The memory of that day came back strong....

"Harold! We can't! She's far too young..." Her mother pleaded.
"Sarah, we have to!" He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "We can't ignore whats happening right now. We knew this day would come, yes I wish it was sooner, but it isn't! We had a plan and we need to stick to it."
"But Harold, she's so young, what if she's too frightened, she could get herself killed!"
Harold swallowed, "I know, but I would rather die knowing she tried, than knowing they took her away and turned her into one of them."
Sarah nodded and looked up into the eyes of her beloved husband.
He kissed her with a passion that not even he could understand. It was as if, he had never knew the true beauty of love until this moment.

"Anya! Anya May!" She heard her mother call, and even at six she knew that her mother was upset. She lay her doll on her bed and began to make her way towards the door, but before she could her mother burst into her room shutting all her blinds.
"Mama? What is it? Why are you shutting my blinds! Sally likes them open..."
Sarah looked over at the doll on her daughter's bed, she picked her up and handed her to Anya.
"Sweetheart, mommy needs you to be brave now. Okay? Bad people are going to come and take mommy and daddy away, I need you to get out, and survive, okay?"
"Mommy, you're scaring me," Anya said backing away.
Sarah grabbed her daughter and wrapped her in a warm embrace.
She looked at her, "Its okay," She said smiling through her tears, brushing Anya's beautiful red hair out of her face. "Everything will be alright, you just need to go to Uncle Bill's house, you remember where that is right?"
Anya nodded. "Okay good, Just go there baby, he'll help you." Sarah stared into her daughters six year old eyes. They were filled with determination, she smiled, she knew her daughter would make it.
"Don't worry mommy, I'll make it."
"That's my girl." Anya turned and saw her dad come in. She ran over to him and jumped into his arms, "Daddy, will you and mommy be okay?" She asked.
Harold looked at her. "Don't worry about us baby girl, we'll be fine. This is something we have to do." He set her on the ground and knealt to her height, "I need you to know two more things. Sally, she's more important than you may lead yourself to believe, and know that we love you Annie." Anya nodded. "Now run Annie! Don't turn back!" Anya, frightened, began to run down the long stairs of there three story household, she heard people kicking in the door, she hid in the coat closest right by the door. She made it through just in time. She watched as larger men in long black coats ran inside. A few headed upstairs, the others began crashing the place.
"Where's you're daughter!" A man yelled upstairs. She heard a slap, and her mother let out a cry.
"Don't you DARE touch my wife!" Her father yelled, and she heard a gunshot. Anya gasped and ran outside. "Zed! She's down here! She just made a run for it!"
"Run Annie!" She heard her mother yell before another gun shot. Anya kept running, even with the men following her close behind, no one knew these woods better than she did. They wouldn't be able to find her. She clutched on to her doll, running for her life to her Uncle Bills....

Anya's eyes widened as she whispered, "Run Annie..."

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"You...musn't...remember...?" Painter asked himself as he followed Kein down. "A violin. I need one. If I can't have a piano, I'll have a violin." His voice hardened into certainty. He had promised his dad he would keep practicing, how would he keep his promise if he had no violin? "Maybe I can just fix up that bottom string. That might work. I know the crack adds an echo-y affect. Humm. But where would I get a violin string?"

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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."

"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."

"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."

"That was not comforting either!"

"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."

"Old man, are you trying to provoke me?"

-Stolen from a fanfic~-
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'This is wonderful. My memory was wiped clean when I was younger,' He thought with a frustrated groan, 'And, unlike Painter, I've completely forgotten everything. This is just my cup of tea.'
He stopped moving for a second to bite his lip before walking again.
'Speaking of tea, I'll need something to drink...'

-- Edited by Darkflight on Thursday 20th of August 2009 05:56:44 AM

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"C'mon guys...let's go home. Unless...hey Kein. If it doesn't hurt too much, you think you'd be able to find a violin? I need one. Badly. Now." He laughed, looking at the other three, knowing how absurd his request sounded. Unless Kein remembered...but he had denied that. What was really wrong with his friend?

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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."

"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."

"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."

"That was not comforting either!"

"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."

"Old man, are you trying to provoke me?"

-Stolen from a fanfic~-
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"Ahh, a violin? I could possibly find that..." He paused and grinned mischievously, "That is, of course, for a favor."
Kein turned and walked backwards, eyes staring at Painter. "I want a drink." He stated simply, and shrugged, turning to face forwards again. His feet were silent on the ground on which they were treading on, feet encompassed in special, black, soundless cloth. Of course, it wasn't just cloth. It was- hard to explain.

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"Fft, fine, I'll get you a nice drink from the commanders' room," Painter laughed, punching Kein's shoulder. He shook his head at his friend, but knew that even if he didn't say he would provide a drink, he would.

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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."

"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."

"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."

"That was not comforting either!"

"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."

"Old man, are you trying to provoke me?"

-Stolen from a fanfic~-
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Kein sent a wicked grin at the other and did a sharp turn to his right, disappearing from their view as his figure walked behind a building. "Solo mission, start," He muttered into the com before clicking it off and looking through the ruins for that precious instrument that Painter had lost. Either that or, of course, another "A" string, but then again, a crack would have completely killed the violin's tune. Not to mention the bridge was out of place...
He started to ramble.


-- Edited by Darkflight on Thursday 20th of August 2009 05:00:40 PM

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Painter watched Kein leave and shrugged, continuing on his walk back to headquarters. Kein would catch up, he knew it. As always. He wondered if Kein would actually be successful, and hoped for a yes.

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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."

"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."

"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."

"That was not comforting either!"

"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."

"Old man, are you trying to provoke me?"

-Stolen from a fanfic~-
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