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[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=18] Flashback [/SIZE] [SIZE=14]It was late afternoon when she got home from her gardening. The weed was fast growing. She couldn`t keep up with weeding. She looked about once more and examined her creation. Her little garden looked nice again. The lawn was mowed, the dried blooms were cut and there were no weed to blight the general view of a clean and dapper small-town garden. She put her shoes for the garden in the corridor and lumbered on naked soles through the corridor toward the bathroom. She wanted to bath extensive, before her husband and daughter came home from the cinema. She felt as if she had so much sand in her hair, like a sandbox can take. The water rushed and the bathroom windows started to mist up. She washed the earth of the garden off her hands and she got fresh clothes out of the wardrobe. She wanted to unbutton her blouse, as she heard the sound of cracked windows. At first she thought that one of her cats pushed a vase off the shelves once again. She sighed. This would be the third vase this week. But then she heard this loud snarl. This couldn`t have been a cat. She opened carefully the bathroom door. On the opposite side was the kitchen. She could see effortlessly into the kitchen because the kitchen door was open. Nothing. Here was nobody. She went quiet into the corridor, so she did no noise. Here she couldn`t see somebody either. Eileen advanced carefully the door of the living room. She heard this ghastly snarl again, but she couldn`t assign this to a creature. Why she didn`t run away? Why she had to consult? It still was an enigma to her today. Her hand advanced the doorknob. There was a scratching sound behind the door, which let her stop. She became scared. She was petrified. She wasn`t able to move just one part of her body. Her subconscious screamed really that she should turn around and flee through the front door at the end of the corridor. Why she didn`t listen to her inside voice? Everything would have happened different. She wouldn`t be sitting lonely and abandoned in this dilapidated flat, holding a tea bag in a glass full of hot water and thinking about her past and about her destiny. Instead she would be probably sitting luckily and chips-eating with her husband and her daughter in front of the television in their comfortable home. But she opened the door of the living room. The sight was both terrible and fascinating. The big pane of glass of the window of the living room was spread out in thousand pieces in the whole living room. Her sofa stood on an completly different place. The oak table, also. The window-sill was empty and the flowerpots were distributed in the whole room. And suddenly it stood in front of her. A monster that seemed as if it had arose from worst nightmares. It towered above her by one head. His hot, stinking breath made her shiver. His glowing, yellow eyes looked greedily down at her. Finally, Eileen was able to move. She turned around and tried, screaming for help, to reach the front door. But she hadn`t a hint of chance. After a few steps, she felt sharp talons in her back. She lost her balance and fell. The last thing she could remember was the slobber, which dripped of the far opened mouth. Then she fainted. Rebecca got lucky out of the car. She had been able to convince her father to look the film “Mama Mia” in the last second. She equipped with coke and popcorn they had passed a fantastic afternoon. It was a pity that her mother hadn`t been there too. But she wanted to tidy the garden up. She saw her friend Mira in this second coming out of the house on the other side of the street. Excited she waved her. ˝Dad, I run across to Mira. I have to show her really the new Manga that you just bought for me.” “But don`t stay too long. We take the dinner, shortly.” “I`m back in a moment. Mira has to go to Max. Today is Sunday. She gives him private tuitition in maths.” Rebecca ran to her friend and the both went into the house. Dennis ambled slowly to the front door and searched the front door key in the pocket of his jacket. He opened the door and froze. On the end of the corridor, behind the opened door of the living room, a Windudemon put his sharp teeth into the neck of his wife, who laid on the floor. What Dennis Issen, a magician and the chairman of the High Board, couldn`t imagine in his worst nightmares happened in this moment. There was a Windu in his little town. A Windu in his own house. A Windu who was killing his lovely wife. Dennis waked up of his freezing and hurled his whole magic against the demon, which he could summon up in his despair and rage. The demon was hurled through the living room and rested lifeless under the broken window. Dennis hurried to his wife, who was lying on the floor. Blood poured out of a deep bite on the neck. He could stop the bleeding speedily with his magic, but he knew, that this wasn`t the only problem. The Windu demon hadn`t only hurt his wife but also she probably was infected by the virus, which would turn her into a demon in a short time. He knew that there was no hope. Nevertheless he picked her carefully up and opened a passage through the Campi, which connected all the places of the world to the secret estate of the guards of the light.[/SIZE][/FONT] |