Dieter felt stiff. He thought of the life he might live. No home, living in the
shadows, getting shot at. It excited him so he gave his hand to the man. With a swift cut
red began pooling in Dieters trembling hands. All of the seven Robed individuals put a
finger from their right finger into the red shimmering pool. They then simultaneously
dragged the finger across scars on there left. All of the scars were similar and Dieter
thought he too would have that scare on his hand.. After a few moments of silence
Chetyre spoke “Sem you know what to do.” With this Sem, Pyat and a third Women left
leaving only men in the warm June air. After a second or two Chetyre turned his Attention Back to Dieter. “Please remove your clothes MR. Dieter” This disturbed Dieter
but not wanting loose his chances at joining the circle he did as he was told. “Everything
MR Dieter.” this experience introduced an emotion Dieter hadn’t felt for 9 years, shame.
Before he could say anything a robe was presented to him not of black as all the others
but of dull red. Dieter put it on with a feeling of pride “Welcome to the circle. You are
this Odin leaves in the direction the women left in Minutes earlier and the remaining four
members circle him, Chetyre facing him and the other three behind and on either side of
him. “You renounce Catholicism?” asked Chetyre. Dieter nodded “you with to harm help
destroy this country’s government” said the voice to his left “or dye trying” came a vioce
to his right. “yes” Dieter said strongly. Suddenly there is a sharp prick in Dieters neck
and within seconds the world falls away. The last thing Dieter sees is Chetyre’s eyes
looking down on him with a cold smile.
When Dieter awoke the first thing he noticed was the smell. Urine and decay.
Ungodly and disgusting. He opened his eyes to find himself underground and tied in a
chair. The room was large, chipping paint. Above him was a balcony were the circle
stood, staring. “Iakov Knigi, you have been accused of being a witch possessed by the
devil himself” Dieter’s head was spinning fishing for a way to comprehend this scene
“My names Die…” the voice cut him off “as the gods messengers we will protect his new
kingdom our country!” all seven of them laughed echoing off the walls. “you’re all
fucking crazy!!!” screamed Dieter, losing control of his own mind “we are merely serving
god. You are crazy.” In all of the panic Dieter notice two robes are gone from the group.
“Do you admit you are a filthy witch or not?” A different voice this time it is Sem.
“well?” “No let me go I’m not a witch” Sem began to grow angrier “Well then we have a
test for DIRT like you if you survive you’re the devils advocate if not … well…” “no…
let me. Go you crazy… BITCH…” “Heh” A blur of motion and some screaming and
there is cut wire wrapped around Dieter’s wrists. “you have one last chance. Admit
you’re a witch and we can help you” Dieter gave her the finger as he tries to get free
pulls a lever. Instantly a thrust of electricity flowing through him. With the life leaving
him he remembers his photo left in his pants, alone to travel with the wind. “Maybe” he
thought, The life running out of him, “Maybe that’s all I ever wanted to do.”