Narrator: There are three things you are going to like about the future. One you are not alone, you are always with yourself. Two, Nothing would matter. Three, you will get to know Max Payne.
It was a sultry night as it always was. The rain seeds had failed to do their part and now it was overcast and torrid. Gushed with sweat all over her she ran to her room and locked it from inside. No one from the outside could get in and no one was there outside. She lived in the apartment all by herself. Locking her up was a part of her since antiquity but now is her predisposition. She looked outside her bleak window to see a barren outdoor.
It used to rain then. The rain seeds were never needed. And she would rush back home with the same jubilance as she would now and then she would lock herself up. But this time it was different. She walked home slow drenched with the torrential downpour. There was a fragrance in the air that was distinct, it was irritating and she didn't mind it. The dark thundering clouds had proved wrong the old adage "a thundercloud produces no rain" for that night it rained and she would remember it for the rest of her blighted life.
Narrator: It's known and it's strange how an overcast cloud makes everything below it lose all it's luster and shine. All the glory, the golden, the color, all of it lost in the uneventful takeover by black. And this black eventually takes over lives, people's lives.
She walked over to the door and there stood awaiting were pairs of torpid eyes glittering towards her. All of them moist with fresh pearls that may have melted off them. They were dressed in variations of white but deep within them was a black, a hole as big to annihilate all the pearls that had fallen in it. An anxiety grew within her and the only question that came to her mind was "who?"
Standing by the window she would often try and forget that night by trying and remembering that night. This was not possible and she knew it very well. But in the present day it did not matter much, for she was soaked in a world of her own. Enclosed by walls and a door, she was trying to escape from her and the only little amount of help whatsoever she got was from it. There lay in the corner with pages torn apart the graphic, Max Payne.
End of Chapter One.
It was a sultry night as it always was. The rain seeds had failed to do their part and now it was overcast and torrid. Gushed with sweat all over her she ran to her room and locked it from inside. No one from the outside could get in and no one was there outside. She lived in the apartment all by herself. Locking her up was a part of her since antiquity but now is her predisposition. She looked outside her bleak window to see a barren outdoor.
It used to rain then. The rain seeds were never needed. And she would rush back home with the same jubilance as she would now and then she would lock herself up. But this time it was different. She walked home slow drenched with the torrential downpour. There was a fragrance in the air that was distinct, it was irritating and she didn't mind it. The dark thundering clouds had proved wrong the old adage "a thundercloud produces no rain" for that night it rained and she would remember it for the rest of her blighted life.
Narrator: It's known and it's strange how an overcast cloud makes everything below it lose all it's luster and shine. All the glory, the golden, the color, all of it lost in the uneventful takeover by black. And this black eventually takes over lives, people's lives.
She walked over to the door and there stood awaiting were pairs of torpid eyes glittering towards her. All of them moist with fresh pearls that may have melted off them. They were dressed in variations of white but deep within them was a black, a hole as big to annihilate all the pearls that had fallen in it. An anxiety grew within her and the only question that came to her mind was "who?"
Standing by the window she would often try and forget that night by trying and remembering that night. This was not possible and she knew it very well. But in the present day it did not matter much, for she was soaked in a world of her own. Enclosed by walls and a door, she was trying to escape from her and the only little amount of help whatsoever she got was from it. There lay in the corner with pages torn apart the graphic, Max Payne.
End of Chapter One.
