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Dreamchaser OST By: JCO (download)

) - Butterflies blooming in his stomach, he opened the door with no idea of what was waiting for him. He was a bit puzzled by the feeling but didn't get any further analyzing the feeling in detail. For an instant, he was blindfolded by the bright sunlight outside. He had not seen sunlight for days, sitting in his dark room coding and watching new episodes of a new blockbuster series he had just downloaded from the net, sometimes peeking a look at the TV just to grasp a bit of news and information. "To stay up to date", like he said to himself. In fact he was far more off reality than anyone could possibly imagine.

He could not trust his eyes when he realized that a girl was standing right in front of him smiling all over her beautiful face. He had not seen a woman in months let alone such a beautiful specimen. For a moment he shrugged and startled a bit. But then his shock receded and amazement filled. The butterflies were back. The same feeling that irritated him seconds ago now took complete control over him.

In his months of isolation he had barricaded his mind, held his soul captive. His image of reality transformed into a fight between black and white. Two ancient and secret societies constantly trying to seize power. To be more precise, the black order trying to control the world, the white order to stop them. He counted himself to the white side although he had no idea what organization he had actually been working for the past few months. His only contacts were people he met on the net kept in the same distorted image of reality. With them he did the most hacks against universities, intelligence facilities and other governmental institutions. Gathering intel against 'the enemy'. Although this kind of lifestyle might seem a bit doubtful for most of the modern, 'civilized' man, it all made perfect sense to him. He was chosen to do this job and he regarded himself as a piece in a game of chess. He was part of the plan. This girl however wasn't part of the plan. She never even heard of it and wouldn't believe anything of this, he thought. A sudden rush of reality showered him, he suddenly realized that she was the very first person, or social contact in months that he couldn't tell about his fight. She was a stranger, the world was full of strangers ergo he couldn't tell almost no one. This caused an immense correction in proportions. Proportional corrections have consequences. Sometimes chains of proportional relations mess with peoples egos, and somehow this was the case. Additionally there was this crazy feeling in his stomach that was pumping somewhere near his core thoughts trying to get his attention. When he finally decided to draw his attention back to this subject he realized a distinct scenario where his subconscious could have induced this strange feeling as a reaction to the perception of an extraordinary outer circumstance. It didn't take him long to realize that this strange reaction of him must be somehow related to the girl. He also realized that he was standing in his door staring irritated at the girl for quite some time without pronouncing a singe sound.

"Uh... hi!", he began.

The girl smiled, "Hi I'm Abby you new neighbor."

"Sure...", he replied, still somehow absent.

Abby shrugged. This guy was strange. Dark framed eyes, bald and tattoo of a human silhouette fighting a snake on his shoulder. He didn't seem in any way aggressive but rather shy and somehow desolate.

"I just wanted to ask if you could lend me some tools if you have some."

"Oh", he replied, "yeah, yeah, sure... uhm... what do you need."

Abby smiled. "Well, basically a hammer and some screwdrivers."

"Yeah, k... I'll see what I have got", he said, turned around and went into his apartment leaving the door open. "Come in!", he shouted form the back of his apartment making noises as if he was tearing apart his room.

Abby made her way through the chaotic entrance and what was supposed to be a living room. She closed the door and took a look around. The walls were plastered with newspaper articles, endless columns of numbers, photos and notes. She counted 8 computers, in the living room.

"Ok I got you your tools", he said returning to the living room.

The moment he stepped through the door he looked into a 9mm aiming directly at his forehead. He got pale, while 'Abby' grinned. "What the fuck?", he grasped.

"Shut up and lay down to the floor", Abby ordered in a harsh tone.

"But what the heck is going on?". He was still standing in the door staring into the barrel of her gun.

"I said get down bitch or I'll shoot you right now!"

Even though his past few months were anything but real, this situation seemed more unreal than everything then he experienced before. The feeling was gone. He cursed himself for letting a complete stranger into his apartment. And now she was the girl with the gun.

"Fuck!" he said when he began to follow her orders.

"Not so fast", Abby screamed. "Now your hands on your back."

He did as she said and soon he found himself tied up on the floor of his living room between discs, notes, trash paper, pizza and a lot of junk he could not identify anymore.

"Wait here!" she said and left the apartment through the front door, leaving it open. Seconds later she returned in a black robe marked with a white pyramid on the back.

He instantly vomited, suddenly knowing what was awaiting him.

Abby closed the door behind her stepped towards the tied up body in the middle of his own junk. Then she drew a blade, razor-sharp, black and marked with the same white pyramid.

She didn't say a word while he was crying, shouting and trying to free him as he still could. First she cut his left ear, then the right one.

After cutting out his tongue she broke his fingers with the hammer he brought her. He was still alive and raging in pain without any chance of escaping. After that she slit open his eyes what resulted in the most significant reactions on his side. The pain waved into his mind. He had given up thinking about what brought him into this situation for a long time. He was just pain.

He was instantly dead when she drove the first screwdriver though his ear-hole. With pleasure in her face she left the apartment leaving him with the black robe on top of him she just wore.