Translation
strange storys of some idiots
Seltsame Mini-One-Shots
Fall from the bridge
It was loud. That was the first thing that came to her mind when she opened her eyes. Lights around them, hundreds of them and most of them pointed at them. Her head hurt terribly. "Miss, are you okay?" she asked a young man. Confused, she looked at him and just said, "What happened?"
"A passerby found you here, you were unconscious." She looked around in astonishment. She was lying on a bridge far from home. How did she get here? "Miss, do you know this man here?" he asked, showing her a young man. Her heart skipped and the floor began to spin. "Yes, I know him. It's my brother," she breathed.
A few hours earlier. A young man was standing in front of the mirror in his room. His face was a rigid mask, not allowing any emotion while he dressed and got ready. He felt good because he was doing something he had been waiting for a long time.
The small smile on his lips was cold. He left the apartment and took the elevator down. The black Mercedes shone in the glow of the neon lamps. Less than ten minutes later he was driving through the streets of New York.
He was on his way to the darkest of all neighborhoods. He parked the car in the garage of an office building *. His ways led him underground.
There were two other men on the train, they laughed and obviously had fun with, now let's say ugly things. An old man had leaned over his newspaper, a disgusting smell surrounded him.
Our young man sat down on a seat in the middle and stared spellbound at the passing walls, he had to concentrate, today he would produce a meltdown. That distinctive, narrow smile reappeared.
He got off four stops further. When he left the station, he was greeted by scrawled walls, old crumbling buildings. An area in which nobody wanted to live and yet so many had to live.
He ran through the streets, wandered around, sneaked around the gangsters who were everywhere and ended up in a very lousy part. It was very quiet here, no sound, no voice, simply nothing. His footsteps echoed again.
His hand slipped into his jacket pocket, the other into his trouser pocket, and the cigarette gave him peace again.
It wasn't many steps before he turned and entered one of the buildings that were already in danger of collapsing. Inside it stank of mold, and he pulled his nose up in disgust.
Then finally he stopped and opened the door. There, in the midst of smoke and alcohol, he sat. The one that has been around for ages.
"Jack, good to see you," said the smoky voice and made the young man take two steps. He recognized Rick's scarred face.
"Stop slipping, Rick," he replied coldly, the laugh that followed made him shiver imperceptibly.
"Do you have stuff with you?" Rick finally asked.Jack nodded and tossed a package on the table.
"Well, do you mind if I take it myself."
Jack shrugged and sat in a chair. Rick laughed softly. He unpacked and filled the powder into a tube and then poured it into a liquid and used it to open a syringe.
Then he put the syringe on his arm and injected the liquid directly into a vein. He sighed. It didn't take long for the plan to work.
"What's happening?" Rick asked, everything changed, he was high, but not the way he wanted it to be. "You're not a real dealer if you use your stuff yourself," Jack replies quietly. Rick looked at him and only recognized a monster. A whimper escaped him as it bared its teeth.
“Let's go for a walk.” Jack grabbed his arm and pulled him behind him. On the train, he got off the Brooklyn Bridge stop first. There he led him all the way out. At this time there were only a few cars and it was pitch dark.
When he reached the middle, he raised his hand and another young man appeared, carrying a young woman on his shoulder.
"Mary, Mary dear," Rick began to whimper.
The young man put the woman down on the floor. And while the drug was slowly taking its full effect, the monster ate its sister. High as he was he turned around, wanted to see her, at that moment his feet lost their footing and he fell down.
A shot rang out and pain ran through his shoulder. A crack when it hit the surface of the water.
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Idea 1 version 1
* Originally the sentence was: "He parked the car in an office building." very ambiguous;)
"A passerby found you here, you were unconscious." She looked around in astonishment. She was lying on a bridge far from home. How did she get here? "Miss, do you know this man here?" he asked, showing her a young man. Her heart skipped and the floor began to spin. "Yes, I know him. It's my brother," she breathed.
A few hours earlier. A young man was standing in front of the mirror in his room. His face was a rigid mask, not allowing any emotion while he dressed and got ready. He felt good because he was doing something he had been waiting for a long time.
The small smile on his lips was cold. He left the apartment and took the elevator down. The black Mercedes shone in the glow of the neon lamps. Less than ten minutes later he was driving through the streets of New York.
He was on his way to the darkest of all neighborhoods. He parked the car in the garage of an office building *. His ways led him underground.
There were two other men on the train, they laughed and obviously had fun with, now let's say ugly things. An old man had leaned over his newspaper, a disgusting smell surrounded him.
Our young man sat down on a seat in the middle and stared spellbound at the passing walls, he had to concentrate, today he would produce a meltdown. That distinctive, narrow smile reappeared.
He got off four stops further. When he left the station, he was greeted by scrawled walls, old crumbling buildings. An area in which nobody wanted to live and yet so many had to live.
He ran through the streets, wandered around, sneaked around the gangsters who were everywhere and ended up in a very lousy part. It was very quiet here, no sound, no voice, simply nothing. His footsteps echoed again.
His hand slipped into his jacket pocket, the other into his trouser pocket, and the cigarette gave him peace again.
It wasn't many steps before he turned and entered one of the buildings that were already in danger of collapsing. Inside it stank of mold, and he pulled his nose up in disgust.
Then finally he stopped and opened the door. There, in the midst of smoke and alcohol, he sat. The one that has been around for ages.
"Jack, good to see you," said the smoky voice and made the young man take two steps. He recognized Rick's scarred face.
"Stop slipping, Rick," he replied coldly, the laugh that followed made him shiver imperceptibly.
"Do you have stuff with you?" Rick finally asked.Jack nodded and tossed a package on the table.
"Well, do you mind if I take it myself."
Jack shrugged and sat in a chair. Rick laughed softly. He unpacked and filled the powder into a tube and then poured it into a liquid and used it to open a syringe.
Then he put the syringe on his arm and injected the liquid directly into a vein. He sighed. It didn't take long for the plan to work.
"What's happening?" Rick asked, everything changed, he was high, but not the way he wanted it to be. "You're not a real dealer if you use your stuff yourself," Jack replies quietly. Rick looked at him and only recognized a monster. A whimper escaped him as it bared its teeth.
“Let's go for a walk.” Jack grabbed his arm and pulled him behind him. On the train, he got off the Brooklyn Bridge stop first. There he led him all the way out. At this time there were only a few cars and it was pitch dark.
When he reached the middle, he raised his hand and another young man appeared, carrying a young woman on his shoulder.
"Mary, Mary dear," Rick began to whimper.
The young man put the woman down on the floor. And while the drug was slowly taking its full effect, the monster ate its sister. High as he was he turned around, wanted to see her, at that moment his feet lost their footing and he fell down.
A shot rang out and pain ran through his shoulder. A crack when it hit the surface of the water.
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Idea 1 version 1
* Originally the sentence was: "He parked the car in an office building." very ambiguous;)