| Please note: I�m messing around with the ages of the BSB II. He really loved his sunglasses. It maybe was weird, because he wasn�t wearing them because of some fashion something, but because he didn�t want to scare people even more away from him. They were already afraid of him, afraid of what he had and what he would become. But his eyes� his eyes were blood red, his own brown colour had been gone a long time ago and now they were red. First he had hated to be forced to look at the world behind a grey shield, but he was now used by it and he even collected them, in all sorts and colours. He had been ill as long as he could remember. He was 15 now and he probably wouldn�t make his twenties. Not that he really cared� he had soon found out that he didn�t love life. And on the question if the world was crazy or himself he would always answer the world. He didn�t understand the world and the world didn�t understand him. Bone, that�s how they called him. Bone, because of the simple fact that you could count and see almost every bone in his body. Again because of his disease and again he didn�t care. The only person he could stand around him was himself. He only gave short answers to other people who were easily encouraged by his attitude. When he talked to himself he called himself Alex, he hated his nickname �Bone�, because it always remembered him that he was different. He always imagined that his friends would call him AJ, he really liked that nickname. His friends� he didn�t had one single person he could call �his friend�. He wanted a friend who wouldn�t see the terrible ill Bone, but who would see him as the boy or maybe man he really was. With a sigh he stood up out of his comfy chair: time for his medicine. He thanked all the Gods in the world that he at least still was able to walk around and move in general. He wasn�t really looking forward to the day when he wouldn�t be able to do that anymore. Slowly he started to walk towards his medicine cabin. Sometimes it could be handy that he had rich, not caring parents. Although he was in the eyes of most people �only� a sick kid, he was more grown up than most adults would ever be and was already living alone for almost 5 years. Of course his parents sometimes came by to control him, but most of the time he was alone. His house didn�t look very welcome from the outside and all the windows were blinded, but inside� Alex had tried to make his house totally his own. It was full with the strangest objects and most colourful paintings. Everything was in the strangest colours and combinations, but somehow it all seemed to fit. Alex painted himself too� he liked how the colours could express his own feelings. Alex took two large yellow pills out one of the boxes and swallowed them. �Argh� with all their technological stuff and research� why must these things still taste like�� a moment he thought of a good word to say, �dirty socks.� He sat down again in one of the chairs, already a bit tired; this wasn�t really one of his best days. He turned on his netTV. NetTV was television, Internet and virtual reality all in once. There were three large channels and you could do whatever you want: search for information, watching movies or programmes, playing games or creating your own virtual alter ego. Alex was a notorious hacker and his virtual self was called No Name. No Name looked almost like him, only the healthy version of himself, still with his sunglasses on and just for fun tattoos on his arms. His sim, that�s how the virtual people were called, could walk around in virtual cities and that was something that Alex really liked to do. But right now he was not interested in No Name; he simply wanted to watch the news again. He had seen it already for more then ten times, but there was something that fascinated him, something that just didn�t let him go. �For the first time in more than 5 years a person is again charged with murder and is sentenced to the labyrinth. The last person who was sentenced to the labyrinth was Donald McMurphy, charged by murder on his girlfriend. Since the Labyrinth is build more than thousand people are brought to it, only one escaped, who died a couple of days after at a heart attack. The number of serious commited crimes has gone down very quick as soon as the first stories were there about the Labyrinth and the number of crimes in the last 10 years have been 2, mister McMurphy and the new villian, Brian T. Littrell. This young man has been charged with murder on a young girl, working in a local bar.� On this moment they showed what Alex kept on hunting, of course he knew the history of the Labyrinth. It had something mysterious and scary at the same time, but he was fascinated by it. They now showed the moment were the judge had told that man, Brian, that he would have been brought to the Labyrinth. The man, Brian, had immediately started to scream that he was innocent, but they have brought him to the Labyrinth and that was were he was now, for more then three weeks, probably death already. But there was something strange. Alex had also searched for other news bulletins where the persons who were sentenced to the Labyrinth were shown and some of them had screamed that they were innocent too, but the strange thing was� he didn�t believe them, but he did believe Brian. Again Alex watched the news, and again he felt terrible sorry for Brian, he had already started to call him that way as if he had known him. The strange thing was that everybody said that it was impossible that somebody should be judged when he was innocent. But why did it happen then? It wasn�t even a question for Alex anymore if Brian was innocent of not, he just felt it was. After a couple of minutes Alex signed on in the netTV with No Name. He still was proud on his virtual self, he had a really good-looking sim, most of the people had not very good sims, because of lack of money or knowledge, but Alex had both. No Name was going to do some research about Brian and the Labyrinth. Next Back Back to the Index |