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    In Transition 9

    Do I have a plan as of yet? The answer is that it’s still in transition. I have changed this story around a few time now and I guess this will have to do. I still left myself a lot of wiggling room, so yeah.

    Hooray to the fact that a lot of you have seen Momento. Yes it took me quite a few viewing to get all the details and I’m sure the next time that I see it I will find something new too. Here is another movie that I think is worth seeing (somewhat confusing also but all in the fun of it), The Usual Suspects.

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    You took what was mine, and now you are going to pay.

    I looked into the shadows but could not make out who was speaking. God dammit, if I was going to die this night I want to see the face of the person that was going to kill me.

    Where do you think I should start first? Im partial to working from the feet up myself, but since it will be unpleasant either way. I thought I would give you the choice.

    The man stepped forward and for the first time I saw his face. Fucked, Im so fucked. How did this happen.

    I see that you finally realized how serious this is.

    He walked toward me. Unconsciously I scooted backward, but a hand stopped my progress. Those same hands shoved me forward.

    He looked down at me and purposely stepped on my hand grinding down hard.

    I swallowed my scream of pain. I could feel the bones in my hand crushed into the ground and the hard concrete digging into my flesh.

    Look at me.

    I looked up at him hoping that if I did what he asked he would step off my hand.

    Where is it huh?

    There have got to be another way.

    Not speaking yet. Maybe this will help loosen your tongue.

    I saw it coming as if in slow motion but could not do anything to stop it. The slam of fist then thankfully blackness.

    ***The past: 1 month earlier***
    Shane? What are you doing?

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