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Chapter Twenty-three : From The Behind
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2021-07-07 03:41:22Samlin Greenham
"Are you still mad at me?" I ask Emilia, panting, because I just sprinted two hundred meters in the running track. "Look, I know Lynn's__ hiding his identity, but he has some serious reasons for that."
"Practically, I'm not mad at you," Em pulls out a story book from her bag. "I'm just worried about what the reasons are you're not telling me. Is he escaping from jail or something? That's why he changed his face so that nobody could recognize him?"
I sigh and take a seat beside her. Actually, I never asked Lynn why he had a plastic surgery. I know he looks different from my memories, but it doesn't matter when even my memories aren't clear. "He's not escaping from jail. Some evil people are trying to find him and kill him."
"Why would evil companions want to kill him? Then he must have done somethin' like he's worth of it," she looks down at her book.
"C'mon, Em. It's not like that," I open a water bottle, the temperature is re
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Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Twenty-four : Plan Or No Plan
Lynne VandestineHe reads the letter again."Stop trying to get your brother out, Stanley. Even if you can't see, he's safe in the prison. Your attempts won't do any good. Find me Garrett Greenham, I'll think of bailing your brother out. - Malum Feingold"The envelope was sealed with the symbol of The Conditorem, a white swift bird, with long, pointed wings."Are you okay?" Kramer asks softly seeing his devastated look. "Did something happen?"Lynn throws the letter on the table, "I got this letter from Malum. Warned me to not help my brother and find him Mr. Greenham.""Why are you worrying? It's just a stupid threatening letter," Kramer folds his arms. "Anyway, Olive said he missed you. He also wanted you to go visit him in Santa Monica."Lynn opens a bottle of champagne, pouring a glass, "Tell him that I am so
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2021-07-10Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Twenty-five : Break In Tonight
Samlin Greenham"What did you tell your mother about where you're going tonight?" Lynn asks me, his eyes focusing ahead on the road, driving faster."Said that I'm having sleepover at Emilia's house," I look at my fists, my skin sweating. Well, I don't go everyday to break in a prison. "Hope she won't find out that I lied.""Try to relax, Sam," he smiles reassuringly, then looks at the rearview mirror. "You okay there, Uncle?""I am fine," Kramer replies. I met him already, a month ago, when I was stuck in a hospital. He was kind to me, of course, I didn't know it then that he was Lynn's uncle.I glance down at my wristwatch, it's a quarter past twelve, maybe the night officers already finished the bed checking."How far is the prison?""Be there in ten minutes," he increases the speed, needle of the speedometer hitting the place of eighty kilometers. I look out of the window, the road at night is
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2021-07-10Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Twenty-six : Break Out Tomorrow
Lynn Vandestine"What time is it?" Kramer asks in a low tone."Twelve thirty five," Lynn answers. They are waiting behind a generator room, hiding themselves in the dark, staring at the infirmary building. The guards standing at the towers are keeping watch with their shotguns, flashing the whole area. Lynn shifts uncomfortably in the ground, trying to keep the mosquitoes away from him."Why aren't they coming yet?" Kramer says."There must be something wrong," Lynn scowls. "The drain__ the drain under the infirmary, what if they can't open the trellis? Or__ I don't know what's happening. But I think we should go," he pulls out the loaded gun from his jeans pocket.Kramer pulls out a gun from his coat, too, with a silencer, "Okay, let's go together." They walk through a very narrow, dirty way behind the generator box, to avoid the towers' flashlights. They are careful to not make a sound or an appearanc
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2021-07-10Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Twenty-seven : The Dancing Ball
Samlin Greenham "Do I look okay?" Lucas points at his outfit. "No, you look like you're going to collapse," I answer and close the passenger door. "You need to loosen up a bit, Lu, you're not going to an interview. So, stay calm." Today afternoon, I've come to the Greenham Manor with my friend Lucas, my grandparents arranged a social party because of my father's returning. It still seems like unreal to me, you know, that my father has returned. When he returned home, he looked quiet and sad, like he couldn't believe that he was back to his family. The news in television on paper are saying that an inmate has escaped San Quentin state prison name Adam Hirands, but no news are mentioning a thing about my father or Mahone. Of course, our family has already informed the mass media about my father's returning and ignored the reason of his missing situation, because it would cause more gossip and rumors. I smile brightly and tangle my arm
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2021-07-16Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Twenty-eight : Standing So Close
● Music recommendation : CloudsIt's almost midnight. I quietly climb up the stairs to the rooftop. There is a little garden of flowers, now they are starting blossoming. I inhale deeply the sweet scent of them, crossing my arms across my chest. The air is cold but refreshing, it starts to calm my mind and I slowly stare up at the sky. It was my father who first taught me about the stars and constellation. I used to climb up a banyan tree beside our house, then jump at the roof. Dad also used to say that it was dangerous for me to go to the roof at night, but when I capriced to him to teach me the names of stars, he couldn't deny me. It's a moonless night, yeah, there is my favorite star, Rigil Kentaurus. I sigh again, watching the large constellation Ursa Major. Why am I sighing? Shouldn't I be happy tonight? Is something bothering me?"Watching stars?" a male voice says behind me, his footsteps approaching. "Tonight it h
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2021-07-16Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Twenty-nine : Seeking
San Diego, USAMahone covers his head with the black hoodie, then steps briskly to the small house. He sniffs, the irritating heat of the sun causing him fever. He's not so sure of that, but he can feel it, his head is light-weighted, everything he sees, seems blunt and bright. He climbs the stairs and rings the bell three times, the first two was quick, the last one was differently long. Actually it was a code, but who knows if his friend still remembers it.The door opens fast.An innocent looking boy, has thin beard at his jaw, wearing loafers, is standing at the doorsteps, watching Mahone suspiciously."Assalamu Alaikum," he finally greets him in Arabic. "How can I help you, Mister?"Mahone removes his black sunglasses, then smiles at him, "Lays alyawm, Musa."Musa stares at him in disbelief for a while, then shrieks, "Lays alyawm! Holy shit, Mahone!" he tightly embraces him. "Is that really you? How many days
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2021-07-16Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Thirty : The Stepfather
Lynn Vandestine"I want to ask you some questions," he waves at the chair, telling him to sit."I am on a run, buddy. I just broke out from a damn jail," Adam lounges his body at the seat, he doesn't look so good. "If you want to know where your brother went, ask himself. Use telepathy or a witch spell or whatever, I don't know. I need to see my wife.""You don't think police are already keeping an eye at your house and investigating your wife? If you go there, they will arrest you," Lynn states a true fact. "Look, Adam, I will give you money, okay? You can run away with your wife and kids, to Panama or Vatican City or an island, where cops won't look for you. I just__ just want to ask you some questions."Adam is itching his unshaven cheek, then snarls at him, "For Christ's sake, Lynn! What do you want me to say, hah? I have already told you what I know, don't you understand? You shouldn't have left your stubborn brother behind, when you had the ch
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2021-07-16Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Thirty-one : Drifting Into His Love
● Music recommendation : Maybe SomedaySamlin GreenhamI wake up in the morning, at least I think so that it's still morning. What made me wake up from my deep sleep? I glance around the bed and see that my phone is vibrating."Sorry, don't in a mood to answer," I mutter.I switch it off without glancing, because now I have no intention to go back to my house. My head is still hurting and processing the events what happened at yesterday.I sit up on the bed, brushing my messy hair. This house isn't mine, it's my Aunt Sicily's. When she went to Canada for a quite long time, she gave me her house keys and told me to look after it. I had almost forgotten about that until last night."Shit!" I wince in pain when I place my legs on the floor. Why didn't I feel the pain before? I thought a good night's sleep would reduce the hurt, but it didn't. How can I even move my legs after jumping from a three-storey ancient building? I think sur
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Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Fifty-four : The End, But Not Everything
Samlin GreenhamI suddenly open my eyes.I blink and slowly move my head. The pain in head is light, a little like when you are injected morphine.Where am I?I move myself in a seated position, then look around the room, remaining dark.It is my own room.I clamber off from the bed and stand up and switch on the light. The clothes I'm wearing is dry, surprising. The windows are opened, bringing cold air and the door is opened, so I warily step outside.Somebody brought me home.How night is it?"Mom, are you here?" I call out, wondering if someone's in our house. I stay still and try to hear any sound.It's quiet.I go downstairs and examine the front door, which is locked from inside. The grand clock says it's 7 p.m. a
Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Fifty-three : Swimming
Samlin Greenham"When is our competition gonna start?" I ask a girl from our team, Ally and sit on a bench."Boys team first. Then us," she replies. Today is the competition, I've been worrying about. It's not a big deal, just the selection for a captain. But somehow it feels a big deal to me, I'm not ready to hand my title to a new swimmer, when I've been the captain for three years.Five hundred yards freestyle.A crowd has already formed around the pool. The captain of the boys team is Brian Hardy. I usually don't consider people who aren't my friends, but if you asked me how his character was, I'd say he was nosy and clingy.Well, now he's coming. I look away."Hey, Sam." He shows a stupid grin, then turns to Ally, "Hey, Sis. How's my mother?"Brian is her elder br
Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Fifty-two : Shot And Died
Calgary, CanadaJune 2011Lynn Vandestine"I don't think we're going to the jazz festival," sighed Mahone, biting his nails."Stop doing that. Gross!" Lynn spoke with a hint of discomfort in his voice, watching his brother behind of a newspaper, also reading."This?" he held up his index finger, then cut the nail with his teeth, throwing it at him. "Want more?" he laughed, teasing him."You're disgusting!" Lynn threw the paper at him, shaking himself. It was a bright day of summer, their house was at the Edgemont neighborhood, an amazing place with mountains view. The Vandestine Castle had been standing there for generations, shining by its history. It had been almost two weeks since June had started, it was the time in Calgary for the international jazz festival. Though
Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Fifty-one : Let's Party
Lynn VandestineHe wraps a towel around his lower naked body, stepping out from the shower, then looks at the mirror ummindfully."What kind of a freak showers at noon?" He suddenly hears a low voice behind him. Lynn turns, then notices his brother lying on his bed, holding a wine bottle in his hand."Only your brother does," he chuckles, lightly shaking his wet hair, then pulls out a blue shirt from the wardrobe. "Are you drunk?""Of course not," Mahone sits up idly, looking with sleepy eyes. "Wait."Lynn turns to him, "What?"Mahone puts the bottle down, then walks to him, feeling horrified. "Lynn, the scars in your back look....more. What happened to you?"Lynn turns away from him, buttoning his shirt quickly. No, he didn't want to remember the three months when he was starving in a basement, being tortured and beaten up, w
Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Fifty : Everything Is Blurry
Lynn Vandestine"We should have taken a fucking flight. It will take a road to hell if we keep moving by your car," groans Mahone beside him, looking at the road impatientlLynn frowns after hearing about his favorite Mercedes-Benz. "There's no flight available within three hours. I already checked," he replies, gripping the steering wheel more tightl"Of course, you did"Can you call Sam to ask where she is now? Tell her not to do anything__ stupid"She will never do anything stupid, you know that and you're not helping her by telling this, okay? By the way, I just remember that apparently I don't have her phone numberLynn sighs and pulls out his mobile from his pocket, then tosses it to his brother. "Tell her that we are coming, too"We're not gonna make it in time, Lynn, if we're going to go by your car," he guesses the pin and
Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Forty-nine : The Past
Samlin GreenhamI suddenly open my eyes.I blink and slowly move my head. The pain in head is light, a little like when you are injected morphine.Where am I?I move myself in a seated position, then look around the room, remaining dark.It is my own room.I clamber off from the bed and stand up and switch on the light. The clothes I'm wearing is dry, surprising. The windows are opened, bringing cold air and the door is opened, so I warily step outside.Somebody brought me home.How night is it?"Mom, are you here?" I call out, wondering if someone's in our house. I stay still and try to hear any sound.It's quiet.I go downstairs and examine the front door, which is locked from inside. The grand clock says it's 7 p.m. a
Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Forty-eight : Hello
● Music recommendation : Maybe SomedaySamlin GreenhamI wake up in the morning, at least I think so that it's still morning. What made me wake up from my deep sleep? I glance around the bed and see that my phone is vibrating."Sorry, don't in a mood to answer," I mutter.I switch it off without glancing, because now I have no intention to go back to my house. My head is still hurting and processing the events what happened at yesterday.I sit up on the bed, brushing my messy hair. This house isn't mine, it's my Aunt Sicily's. When she went to Canada for a quite long time, she gave me her house keys and told me to look after it. I had almost forgotten about that until last night."Shit!" I wince in pain when I place my legs on the floor. Why didn't I feel the pain before? I thought a good night's sleep would reduce the hurt, but it didn't. How can
Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Forty-seven : Nightmares
Lynn Vandestine He pushes the door open of his new studi Painting has always been his hobby, but it is his first time to open a workshop like this. When he was in his adolescence, it wasn't one of his pleasant times. In order to lighten his mood, he used to climb up at the top of his favourite mountain, with papers and paints in the backpack. Often, he brushed colors gently on the canvas, while thinking if a girl would appear in front of him just like that drawin Now, the place can catch a plenty of natural light, one of the reason why he bought this. The layout is flexible, it's enough big for his work. The paintings around the studio are mostly portraits, but he drew some landscapes, too, tried to do another genr "Hi, Tom!" he greets the guy, who is moving his brush with so much attention, benting towards the easel. Tom is a local artist and a student of art college
Transmuted : Love Of An Evening Chapter Forty-six : Deja Vu
Lynn VandestineHe pushes the door open of his new studio. Painting has always been his hobby, but it is his first time to open a workshop like this. When he was in his adolescence, it wasn't one of his pleasant times. In order to lighten his mood, he used to climb up at the top of his favourite mountain, with papers and paints in the backpack. Often, he brushed colors gently on the canvas, while thinking if a girl would appear in front of him just like that drawing.Now, the place can catch a plenty of natural light, one of the reason why he bought this. The layout is flexible, it's enough big for his work. The paintings around the studio are mostly portraits, but he drew some landscapes, too, tried to do another genre."Hi, Tom!" he greets the guy, who is moving his brush with so much attention, benting towards the easel. Tom is a local artist and a student of art college,
