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I woke up early at dawn. I quickly ran and fired up the hypocaust to keep the chill from my master's room. He was always irritable when he was cold. I waited for him to step out of his quarters but he didn't. Nervously, I sauntered into the dining room. And there he was. He shouted at me loudly, pointing out that I had not helped him get dressed or served him food. I realised I had woke up late delirious, and tired from the day before's work. He gave me 5 hard lashes with his whip and I cried out. Crimson blood poured from my wounds. I bit my lower lip and held back tears. I staggered into my room and made to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror was worse. My rags were torn and there deep cuts and gashes on my back, legs and arms. I was a mess. My vision swam and black spots danced before my eyes. The last thing I remember was a big bald man scooping me up into his strong arms before I blacked out. Let me explain how I landed up here. The name is Surrey. I was born to a p...

I was running out of tine. The man vaulted over the low wall and took off, sprinting towards the cemetery. I chases after him weaving through the crowd. I was not going to give. He seemed just as determined and his pace didn't weaken. We were on Bridge of Blood. It was called that because it had no railings on either side. You fell straight down and plummeted to the rapids below. Finally I reached the cemetery. The man had already dug up the grave and the mud was scattered all around him. He clutched the box tightly as he took off. I finally cut him off. We both stood eagerly on the bridge. He put the box on the side before strolling towards me. He laughed and then slammed into me. I skidded backwards before attacked me with a barrage of punches. I gasped for air, barely able to hold my ground. Like lightning, he struck me and then swept my feet from under me. I looked over the edge to see the river crashing against the sharp rocks which glinted in the moonlight. He gave me sligh...

The man in the dark overcoat walked swiftly but stealthily down the dark alleyway. It wasn't the place you would usually want to be in. After dark it was dangerous. The place came alive. Teenagers came out with knives. Joyriders sped fancy cars and skid around in the dark nearly splattering pedestrians on the sidewalk. But he was not affected by his surroundings. It was as if he a zombie. Except he held a huge leather suitcase. The man was Ford Sten. He was a in his early twenties but he look much older. Ford looked like he had been born in shoes. He blended in with his surroundings and no one gave him a second glance. Ford stepeod over a shard of glass and kept on going. He was headed toward 'Kellien Club' a run down club just opposite the country bar. I lowered my binoculars and watched him almost sprint to the club. I wondered what Ford was up to. We were top mates in school, and after college his parents died. They had been going for a movie and the car had crashed. B...