| Land_collision_start | Inventory. I should make an inventory. No more inventory. Louisa opens the map, an empty card unfolds in front of her with a green point in the middle: it is her | | At the top to the right of the card, she notices the button "go home" and click | | I am going to come back home, she says, I am getting my strength back, I am going to find Louise and we are going to start all over again, I am going to rot the life | | of this scumbag, I am going to pull her hair, I am going to hurt her ¦ badly just with the words, as I know how to do, as I learned, as | I am going to give her kicks in the stomach, as before, as in the good old days, before when it was better | | I love you, Louise, you know how much I love you | I am going to burst you eyes, dirty bitch, I love you, take me in your arms | | You know the pose, in your arms, as... | Contacting new region | Where is my house, does she think, where am I going to land ? In the Palace ? Cocoon ? At the station of Metz ? In the station of Ikabukuro ? She arrives on an island, quite small, | Teleport lag | It's dark night, she can hardly distinguish the outline of the black cliffs and the foam which springs from the abyss, she hears the waves crashing on the cliffs, there are no stars in the sky, no moon. She puts a hand in front of her eyes, I've become blind, she thinks, or then... She takes the camera away from her body | | distinguish only outlines... indistinct.
She moves in the dark, her steps click on the ground as heels on a floor, she stops, turns, there is nothing, she is afraid | Fear ? | A fear which rises in her stomach and remains blocked in her throat, a thick fear that pushes its tears from her heart to the edge of her eyes, a terror. She would like to call for help, but her voice remains blocked in her throat and at the end of exhausting efforts, she succeeds to say " Mom | dunno who you are... tell me ", in an squeaky and trembling voice. Then, a flash of lighting slams in the sky, enlightening the island and the ocean, a calcined island, black cliffs, dark blue sea, waves crash with fury on cliffs. She runs towards the center of the island, to find a house, a floodlit window, a fire, a teleport hub. She carries her dismay in her stomach as a dead child, runs awkwardly, legs spread, so much her fear bites her stomach, presses with all its weight on her legs, but there is nothing, neither house, nor window, nor home, fuck you, she roars, this is not my home, here ! It is not here that I wanted to go, fucking sharks ! fucking jerks | | I hate you, you piss me off, I hate you, I want to go home ! She stops, breathless, she is thirsty, oh my God it had been a long time since I was thirsty, she thinks suddenly, and in front of her, she distinguishes a shape, then a new flash of lighting in the sky, yes, somebody is here : a silhouette is in front of her, a mass of shadow, a black mass, ninety percent of black substance, two heads higher than her, wide shoulders and a massive body, surmounted by a big bald head. Who are you ? What do you want ? She succeeds finally to pronounce, with a big effort, but the shadow does not answer, another flash, a heavy, black and gleaming gun pointed at her, firmly grasped, oh no, fuck, why...
The first shot tears the night | The bullet penetrates into Louisa's liver and goes out through her back, the blood soaks her white blouse as a carmine ink stain on a blotter. it does not hurt Louisa, she opens her mouth, eyes wide open in the dark, steamy with tears, stunned she feels the blood that pours out of her, the life which runs away from her. Lola, who left and has never abandoned her, still present, small fury, fighter, Lola who pours into her body, now, and Victoire, alive, becoming, hey there, Victoire, your pictures are more and more beautiful, and Poli too, more and more handsome, who will say that we are not transforming, here, who will ? Camille, expelled from the liver, hair red as blood, I always believed in you, Camille, it is funny, I don't really know you, but I know that you are a a clever girl, as I was, that you will fight and that your life will be magnificent, blazing, I want to hold you tight in my arms, oh | Lag | Khou Akhina who flows in me, unknown, shadow into the crowd of Tokyo, my black blood...
The second shot is fired at a thunderclap | comes along with the flash of lighting, fire spat from the revolver, the bullet touches her heart, a noise, a crackle, the breastbone is crushed by the impact, the heart bleeds and hurts badly | badly ? | She jumps, her breath is winded as we would switch off a light, stars in her eyes, the ferrous taste of the blood in her mouth. That hurts, she thinks | hurts ? | Finally, she remembers all these pleasures, all these disturbing feelings, SweetMonica, the inaccessible face somewhere between New York and Maine, my imagined face, my other one invading, this muck which stuffed my heart during weeks and you who could do nothing there, you taught me | Crashed | Sarah, my sky girl, you would know how to cure my heart as you did it so often, and now you are not here | | But... shit, she is twenty years old, Sarah ! Only twenty years ! Stop it ! | | I do not know where I am, you come too late, I should never have left the Palace, I should have stayed in a corner and stayed with you, close to you, Sarah, this shadow which wants me dead, do you know him ? Do you see who he is? Eject him, Sarah, please ! Eject... or then I should have listen to Helga, I should always be her solid friend | | Faithful, is that right ? I mean: it is always necessary to pay for our infidelity ? Always ?
She hears the third shot from far ¦ does not listen any more, the bullet touches over her pubis, her hip cracks, she falls in a flash of lighting of pain as a house of cards, thus pays this, Bitch, she believes she hears | | and you will see what I am going to do with you...you little butch, and you will tell me me that you love that | | Who is speaking ? She gets up on her hands, her legs are paralyzed. Her sex which offered her so much happiness, so much pleasure, so much light, fireworks, her crack, her anxiolytic... crushed | crashed | by an ardent bullet of hatred and perversity. Mom ! Piss off ! Silly bitch Christina, so Greek as I am Serbian-Croatian, little bugger, believe me, on the other side of the world, I shall continue to take a ride and to be in seventh heaven as much as I want, you can never prevent me from enjoying as you did it, as you forbade me to do it, because that seemed to you dirty, because you were dirty, because... where did you read that, silly bitch ? You know, all people like you have never opened the Bible in their life, ever ! Please, don't kill me, don't, please | | Script run-time error: not dying, no, not now...
The fourth bullet reaches the throat, she raised her hand to her neck and felt the thick and warm liquid of her blood springing as a source. Shut up | Bitch | does she believe what she hears, who is speaking ? She sees nothing more, blood in her eyes, she curls up. She closes the eyes, her past disentangles in front of her, as she was a child in front of the grave of Fausta | Morane, her first avatar, Sarah in the desert, with her, to transfer the physical appearance of Fausta to Louisa, Sarah, we spoke so much together, one year of friendship, one year! I don't know if you realize, but | | I would have loved... Marrianne, my cheap shrink... She saw her again, smiling at their first meeting in Mysteria, and the session of psychotherapy on Second Life, Marrianne who proposed to her on a sofa in the garden and Louisa who speaks | cries | speaks for an hour. Marrianne asked her how it was, Marrianne was a player, but Louisa did not play. She felt well, better than ever and says: I believe that it is because of the garden.
The fifth bullet crosses Louisa's skull. The last feeling was the explosion on the back of her skull | I... I'm scared | The blood breaks out | | Byte codes assembly failed - out of memory | in her nose and in her throat, then she collapses, eyes opened and congealed in blood, the open mouth. Her body, so thin, so tired, beaten for years, plowed by bullets, lies on the ground in a pool of blood, her bones and her blood. She waited for peace, she looked for peace, and here now, she found her peace. I lost, I lost her | Crashed | I do not know... Sysperia...
The shadow lowers his gun | | Say (0, " List deleted! ") throws it near Louisa, near the bones, in the blood. Vanishes.
[00:01] I lit the fireplace, moved the old armchair closer of the hearth, I looked at the flames licking the log above the incandescent charcoals, the cat rose on my knees and purred slowly against my belly, how are you, darling, I am well, yes, I feel warm and I smile, I close my eyes, a sweet heat hums in my body, this evening we are going to celebrate the New Year with some friends, our best friends and I am delighted, I believe that at midnight, I shall not forget... I will never forget... why do you smile ?"
In Louisa's profile is written this: "Some psychologists say reality is a construction. In our brain, the seat of imagination, it is located in the same place as memory. The brain simplifies reality into schemes, shapes. First life ? Dream ? Second Life ? Who will remember the difference?
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