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Beating Heart #8



Storm's dream started off sweet, but soon turned into a nightmare. The faceless shadow haunted him. It finally revealed its true colours. The background turned scarlet. The dark figure rose up. Its eyes were filled with hatered.

The shadow held the photograph in its hand. When Storm tried to reach out for it, he fell down a black hole. Suddenly bullets flew past him. A bom exploded nearby. Body parts were raining from the sky. Little Storm was drenched in blood, surrounded by corpses. Five of them had been decapitated and put on for display. The boy stared into their lifeless eyes.

Storm woke up, bathed in sweat. "I need to see that picture. Now!" But how could he ever explain Roxanne he knew where that photograph was? How could he explain her why he needed to see it? All he had, were some vague memories, a terrible feeling and a bad dream.

He could wait for the old man to come back, just like he first planned. The boy was way too curious, though. And after that nightmare... For all he knew, that detective could be the faceless shadow.

Storm looked up and down the room. Everything was exactly as he remembered. The man didn't look like he'd change a lot, either. "The photograph must still be in the same place," the boy thought. "If I can have a quick look at it... They don't ever have to know."



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