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<blockquote data-quote="industrygothica" data-source="post: 3552717" data-attributes="member: 23298"><p>He stood on the balcony of his Boston loft, somewhere he hadn't been in years. The doors were caked with dust, neglected for years in lieu of his research--research that had led him to this, standing here with his hands on the cold iron railing with the wind blowing through his hair. A bird, a hawk by the looks of it, swooped in and out of the concrete valleys created by the surrounding buildings; Nick found himself captivated by its intricate dance.</p><p></p><p>He'd never believed in fate--always thought that man made his own destiny. But what was it, then, that drew him to that downtown Chicago library? He'd spent thousands of hours researching, looking for something that would lead him to Cliff Kenzington, but it was the events in that library, seemingly as random as they were bizarre, that had put him on track. The research had done nothing, had served no purpose other than to put him in that library at the right place and the right time. How could that be anything but destiny?</p><p></p><p>In his obsession to create his own truth Nick had overlooked the obvious one: Cliff had simply gone bad. He'd seen all the artifacts, studied them right next to Cliff, but Cliff had somehow discovered their truth. Nick wondered how long Cliff had been doing his own research, without him, and why he hadn't shared any of his discoveries. They were suppose to have been like brothers, at least that's what Nick thought. Cliff had watched Nick's daughter grow up beside him; they'd spent Christmases together and shared secrets, and now the only man Nick had ever truly trusted had betrayed him absolutely. He'd tried to convince himself that there was something else going on, something out of Cliff's control; he'd gotten into something, somewhere, and only needed help. But there was no denying it now, Nick knew.</p><p></p><p>Cliff had known about the Hoffman institute, had known about Nick's recruitment. He wasn't at all surprised when the group had stormed Dikaro's apartment, and he'd even known that they'd kill Xeria. Nick suddenly felt used, like an insignificant pawn in a larger game--one that he hadn't asked to play in. He reached into the inside pocket of his leather coat and pulled out a small leather-bound book. The cover was blank, as had been the pages until an hour ago. It had been a gift from his daughter Rebecca some years ago, and lay on the shelf all this time. He rubbed his thumb over the crisp leather binding, hardly believing it had come to this. <em><span style="color: Olive">Never in a million years,</span></em> he thought to himself, and tucked the book back into its home inside his coat.</p><p></p><p>He turned and walked back into the loft letting the dirty glass door close behind him. He turned the lock and picked up a small bag in the middle of the floor. The ring of candles was still burning and Nick found himself lost in the flames for a moment. Be it fate, destiny, or some intricate leading-by-the-nose by Cliff Kenzington that lead him to that library, that put him on this path, Dr. Nicholas Wells would be nobodies pawn. He knew that he'd see Cliff again. He also knew then when they met, one of them would kill the other.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Olive">"It's time,"</span> he said in a hushed whisper; there was a finality in his tone. He raised his hand over the ring of candles and made a gentle sweeping motion and the tiny flames each flickered out. He wore a proud, if not disbelieving grin beneath his thick moustache. <span style="color: Olive">"Let's go, friend."</span> Nick closed the door to his loft and didn't look back.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">#</p><p></p><p>The hawk climbed higher and higher out of the concrete valley, leaving its playground behind. It headed west instinctively, to another concrete valley--to the rooftop of the Hoffman Institute.</p><p></p><p>[sblock]I have absolutely no time to stat out the familiar right now, and probably not for a few days, so unless a kind-hearted soul does it for me, it may be a bit. Hopefully you won't need it before then.[/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="industrygothica, post: 3552717, member: 23298"] He stood on the balcony of his Boston loft, somewhere he hadn't been in years. The doors were caked with dust, neglected for years in lieu of his research--research that had led him to this, standing here with his hands on the cold iron railing with the wind blowing through his hair. A bird, a hawk by the looks of it, swooped in and out of the concrete valleys created by the surrounding buildings; Nick found himself captivated by its intricate dance. He'd never believed in fate--always thought that man made his own destiny. But what was it, then, that drew him to that downtown Chicago library? He'd spent thousands of hours researching, looking for something that would lead him to Cliff Kenzington, but it was the events in that library, seemingly as random as they were bizarre, that had put him on track. The research had done nothing, had served no purpose other than to put him in that library at the right place and the right time. How could that be anything but destiny? In his obsession to create his own truth Nick had overlooked the obvious one: Cliff had simply gone bad. He'd seen all the artifacts, studied them right next to Cliff, but Cliff had somehow discovered their truth. Nick wondered how long Cliff had been doing his own research, without him, and why he hadn't shared any of his discoveries. They were suppose to have been like brothers, at least that's what Nick thought. Cliff had watched Nick's daughter grow up beside him; they'd spent Christmases together and shared secrets, and now the only man Nick had ever truly trusted had betrayed him absolutely. He'd tried to convince himself that there was something else going on, something out of Cliff's control; he'd gotten into something, somewhere, and only needed help. But there was no denying it now, Nick knew. Cliff had known about the Hoffman institute, had known about Nick's recruitment. He wasn't at all surprised when the group had stormed Dikaro's apartment, and he'd even known that they'd kill Xeria. Nick suddenly felt used, like an insignificant pawn in a larger game--one that he hadn't asked to play in. He reached into the inside pocket of his leather coat and pulled out a small leather-bound book. The cover was blank, as had been the pages until an hour ago. It had been a gift from his daughter Rebecca some years ago, and lay on the shelf all this time. He rubbed his thumb over the crisp leather binding, hardly believing it had come to this. [i][color=Olive]Never in a million years,[/color][/i] he thought to himself, and tucked the book back into its home inside his coat. He turned and walked back into the loft letting the dirty glass door close behind him. He turned the lock and picked up a small bag in the middle of the floor. The ring of candles was still burning and Nick found himself lost in the flames for a moment. Be it fate, destiny, or some intricate leading-by-the-nose by Cliff Kenzington that lead him to that library, that put him on this path, Dr. Nicholas Wells would be nobodies pawn. He knew that he'd see Cliff again. He also knew then when they met, one of them would kill the other. [color=Olive]"It's time,"[/color] he said in a hushed whisper; there was a finality in his tone. He raised his hand over the ring of candles and made a gentle sweeping motion and the tiny flames each flickered out. He wore a proud, if not disbelieving grin beneath his thick moustache. [color=Olive]"Let's go, friend."[/color] Nick closed the door to his loft and didn't look back. [center]#[/center] The hawk climbed higher and higher out of the concrete valley, leaving its playground behind. It headed west instinctively, to another concrete valley--to the rooftop of the Hoffman Institute. [sblock]I have absolutely no time to stat out the familiar right now, and probably not for a few days, so unless a kind-hearted soul does it for me, it may be a bit. Hopefully you won't need it before then.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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