had been ten hours inside the house and there was only one thing that could be imposed on the anarchy of facts: the tyranny of injustice.
With succeeding blows without a still from all over Michael / Four / beagle dogs and Eve, with the wills and completely dismembered, struggling now to try to go outside under any price to get, as it were, a minimum fuel they demanded their poisoned bodies. And sorprendentemte, the only person at that stage that prevented anyone from entering or leaving there was none other than Christoph / Six counterphobic / Punki.
Or rather, Christoph / Six phobic / Punki.
Why now Christoph / Six phobic / Punki? What could have happened in the last hours for the young Christoph, since they came to live and Pork Watchtower sinviviera for and aggressively confront their fears, now, completely defeated them, were willing to do anything to not be in front of the ghost and both had waited?
If Boris / One / Terrier had been there the doubts of his colleagues would have been clear in what it had been slow to explain clearly and thoroughly.
But Boris / One / Terrier was engaged in what was the first day of his new job were left without knowing that, if the behavior Christoph had so radically changed was because the six mixed, to be arbitrary and changing nature (and in its compulsive) just a small detail (small in the eyes of others, of course) for your subject, rarely their own decisions, dump all the weight of his torment in one direction or another, to the whim and without being able to predict how long it lasts.
And what could be the event that changed his course as sharp as vital Christoph? Maybe the blood had been close, and even having seen dripping from his face when the junkie of the roof collapse? Or perhaps, more than an act, would be desperate a situation that had become the only one with enough wisdom to keep that night investigation leading to a drain on astral dimensions? On this question, nor the same Boris / One / Terrier could shed light with full guarantees ever (though certainly not have refrained from comment.)
- Christoph! We're the son of a bitch and let us get out!
- Over my dead body. The first person who approaches you loose a cantazo that left him looking at the stars. Are not you noticed in the container filled with stones that I have here by my side?
- Come, hosts! Do not be so!
- No, hell, what can not can not be. Do not, Ralph?
- That, "said Ralph / Three / Peacock. Fuck them for junkies!
- He has said again! He has said again!
- Do not even get close to it, Michael. If not, you know what you get.
- But is that just says fuck me!
With a huge smirk Ralph got up and walked to the pantry, on the other bottle of wine. If those were yoncarras milk ... and a syringe were able to kill, if need be!
A cursory glance at the pantry on to barter her smile in a pathetic grimace of despair.
- The wine! Where the hell is the wine? He shouted.
- Ah, they do not know, "said Eva. Will be over.
- Finished? "Finished? Aaaaaah! Christoph! Christoph, I shit on God! Or let me out, or I'll kill you!
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