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"I'll kill him," said Anat, not for the first time that night, a hard punch to the wall of the courtyard. The tears that refused to pay stung the eyes and rage choked like a vice and as a tremor ran through her limbs. He could not stand still, simply could not do it, then walked with long strides to the inner courtyard of the palace of Anubis.
Horus, the fucking asshole, he wanted the sentence of exile was effective immediately, but it was clear that after all he had done during the morning, Seth would not hold your trip at least for a few more days.
Fortunately, Anubis had offered to new medical care. There was a look of defiance
on his serious face when he saved his brother and before he had announced his decision to host Seth at home until he was able to leave for exile. Horus, for his part, seemed rather annoyed, but he had to agree, not without his consent to accompany with a sarcastic joke. "You really become the patron saint of lost causes, little brother ..." he said with a mischievous smile on his lips and Anat had seen Anubis stiffen and tighten the jaw, clearly point to the heart.
And that was how they had returned to the starting point, the infirmary of the palace of Anubis.
Seth had not yet regained consciousness, even when Anubis had to fix the points of the wound groin. It was really worth watching, covered with bruises and whip marks, and besides all this, he said Anubis, also had a principle of sunstroke and dehydration.
If you think back to what had happened that morning, the blood boiling in his veins and darkened the view.
When Baba and his henchmen had begun to kick him, Anat wanted to kill them all and would have done had it not been for Amatcheret and Astarte, who had held her with all their might. The same fate was touched to Ash. Trapped in the arms of Mehen, much taller and stronger than him, the Libyan had been discussed with all the forces blowing like a cat, with tears running down copious face. Anat Even she realized that she was crying and Hetepsebet, a few steps behind her, wrapped in a long gray coat, she rocked back and forth, sobbing.
All around them, the last open supporters of Seth, was a thick cordon of guards with aggressive air and bored. Clearly, they wanted one of them did a crap to be able to beat up and the envy of their colleagues when sadistic fun.
"We will kill all you bastards!" He growled in a voice choked Anat, rushing forward and almost managing to disrupt her friends.
When it was over, she and Ash were the first to shoot out of the crowd to go to provide relief Seth. Ash now had nothing to lose, it was too compromised. Everyone knew of her relationship with Seth. Anat, however, simply did not care of what others might say netjeru. Moments later, however, had arrived the other.
The crowd around them was open, in silence, when we were on our way to the palace of Anubis. The prince opened the way, his face an expression that sanguie curdling in my veins even the most experienced warriors.
Ash had insisted on carrying Seth and none had objected. The other fellow had to wrap around to protect them both.
The crowd watched them pass, respectfully quiet. A group of guards was
to camp out on the street corner and stared at them with a mocking air. Anat had to exercise all his self-control to remain in place and do not lash out against them, but tried not to give them the opportunity to do even more damage.
Baba was inflated in the midst of his men, like a fat toad who swallowed a fly very tasty. "Look at that cute, boys! A fag in the arm that carries another! "Snickered, accompanied by the choir of coarse laughter of the guards. Anat
started to shoot, but Hetepsebet stopped her grabbing her by the shoulder. "Not now, my friend. - Whispered - Later we retaliate, but now we think to bring Seth safe. "

Hours later, the palace of Anubis were only her Hetepsebet, Ash and Amatcheret. Mehen was due to leave at sunset to reach the boat of Ra.
"Now that our best fighter is knocked out, - he said bitterly - we must use all available resources."
Astarte had gone with him. Defend their adoptive father Ra was more important than taking revenge on a gang of shits, he said apologetically. Anat gave her right across the board: If Ra fell, everything else would have had more sense, but could not go on. He could not let it go.
and she knew it was absurd: Seth knew from just ten days, but there it was, together to people who had always been at his side, planning to avenge him.
It was not because of the fact that for about half an hour, had threatened to marry him. She would gladly have done without the antics, had it been for you ...
No, could not have said why, but ever since the first time he had seen in the courtyard of the palace of Ra, he felt a sense indefinable, but not unpleasant. It was desire, certainly, but not alone (even if he had to admit that Seth was one of the men was stripping the more absolute). It was more a sense of kinship, of camaraderie between warriors, ... Aaah! It was so frustrating. Anat could not understand why, but stay at his side and suffer for he was the most natural thing, as a logical consequence of the circumstances. And now Seth was lying in an infirmary bed, wounded and feverish, and the logical consequence was to avenge him and break the barrel of nullity arrogant Baba.
Hetepsebet that, finally, the arrival of the dark had taken off his cloak, sat on the floor, staring into space. She would have to leave to go to fulfill his duty as protector of the tenth hour of the night, but it had, saying that there were still many hours to go. Even
Amatcheret remained, even though he had just had a baby. She had not wanted to tell anyone who the father was, but it was clear that he wanted it to be Seth, also if it was not possible. The baby, named Wepawet (an absurd name Anat second) had been entrusted to the care of the wife of Anubis for the day.
Ash, meanwhile, was still inside the building, to discuss with Anubis. They were just waiting for him to come back to leave for their punitive expedition, but it was getting long. Anat
could not help but be worried. Although Anubis had refused to dissolve the prognosis was not deaf, however, Anat, and had heard rumors that they ran out of control, saying that Seth would remain disabled forever, that he could not fight anymore. Anat
not want to believe. They were only rumors put about by the court, he repeated. One of the things
which had affected more than Seth was just his way of fighting. It was as if he was as natural as breathing, and fury with grace and always with a smile. It was truly a force of nature ... Anat could be hours of watching him train with the spear, perhaps, if she could dominate the desire to jump on him and fuck till you drop ...
And the night he was up on the solar boat, had been literally amazed to see what he was capable of doing when things were serious. At that point, Anat was absolutely certain that he never wanted a man so ... Seth was fanatically devoted to Ra and carried on with joy and dedication to its mission of protecting him night after night, a mission that would have exhausted anyone else. It was not fair that was made impossible to carry out its mission. Anat could easily imagine how you would feel right now: just the thought of one day no longer be able to protect his brother Baal was plunged into the darkest despair.
were very similar, she and Seth, both voted to protect at all costs a loved one and both were considered not just a place to head off the rest of the world, because who, in healthy conscience, they never would vote for such a life?
Perhaps that was why he felt so attached to him, he thought Anat, precisely because they were so similar, and so Seth was one of the few people indeed, perhaps the only one who knew it when she spoke of her relationship with Baal, that fight was one of the few things that really made her feel alive and that gave her sideways glances of others.
Seth looked at her with his bizarre scarlet eyes, had smiled and understood. Sitting on a wall at the pier, had spoken to long, as the sun, laughing and telling stories of battles as if they had known all along.
In the few days of their friendship, Anat had learned to appreciate his sarcasm, which was often directed toward himself, his spacconaggine and above all the bitterness that hid. Netjeru I particularly did not like him and, as apparently had not done so even before the unfortunate story of Osiris. The people of Kemet knew he needed him, but did not love him. Perhaps the respected but not always, and often feared. Traditionalists and conservatives were, could not appreciate one that apparently was not able to do one thing as everyone else. All wrote with his right hand? And Seth with his left. All were awake at night and slept during the day? And Seth otherwise. And so on, for a long list. Most netjeru could not conceive that there was another way of being and doing things.
"I tried to be like everyone else, Anat. You do not know how much I tried. - Had laughed that night on the pier, after told them that a child he shaved his head because he wanted to be like other people - but even so, everyone will realize that I was different. So I gave up and decided to just be who they are. Even if they are wrong ... "he concluded with a crooked smile and full of bitterness. Anat
was left not knowing what to say. He had to throw a joke to dispel sadness, or was it better that he was shut up and wait? Anat felt very frustrated.
"Wrong or not, I like the same," he said finally, blushing a bit 'and angry with himself for blushing. Seth looked at her with a vaguely surprised.
"You look beautiful, you know?" He explained, blushing again, and it was true. His unnaturally pale, long red hair and exaggerated eyes scarlet, that his compatriots seemed so alien and disgusting, she seemed so strange, but fascinating. "And then I think I already told you fuck ..." he concluded, rather viciously, uncomfortable because she realized that it was getting sloppy. This time Seth was to blush, in fact, had done both at the same time, but Anat was fascinated by the veil of color that had appeared on his face and his expression a bit 'surprised. Should not be used to receive explicit advances by women.
"You're a girl who knows what she wants ..." Seth had said softly.
"True." Anat had failed to respond, before shooting forward and kissed him forcefully on the lips.
Unlike the other men who had reserved the same treatment (few in fact), Seth had not been portrayed, intimidated, but had responded to the kiss with equal passion. Anat could not tell how long it had been sitting on the wall of the dock, tied into a long kiss, but certainly enough that she found herself sitting on her legs and discovered with great pleasure that he was very happy to be there . The thing had begun to deteriorate further, with both hands that fit where they should not have, and Anat had thought that if they continued it would have ended up doing it right there on the spot, and it would not have even a little sorry '.
Unfortunately, the more beautiful the vizier Toth was announced with a cough angry and both were snapped up in a flash, a little 'unkempt, but ready to respond.
Toth had sent them a look of disapproval and had climbed on the boat. The magic moment was broken and the next two days, before the duel, they had not had the opportunity to "continue the conversation" and now I wonder if they would have more, he said, with a certain amount of regret.

"Here I am." Ash is announced, interrupting his reverie. "Poor Ash." Thought Anat.
The Libyan had some very pronounced eye socket and his eyes were red greens. This, together with uncombed hair and rumpled clothes, helped to make it look like a living portrait of exhaustion and anxiety.
"What did Anubis?" Asked Hetepsebet, splashing up.
Ash shook his head. "A lot of things, all understandable - IKN said wearily - but I think the bottom line is that even he knows exactly what will happen." He sat down on a stone bench by the wall. "It's about probability. - He explained, waving a hand in the air how to draw a shape and faint nebula - that says it all depends on how the situation will evolve in the coming days ... "he tried to remain impassive, but his voice still trembling with tears. He paused, as for comfort. "But he can not ... Seth does not .. "Ash could not continue, but the implications of his words failed to clear the yard and all confirmed their worst fears, fed by rumors in the days before. "And what did this morning ... May have deteriorated even more things ... "he added, wiping her tears with the back of the hand.
"Damn! - Anat growled - What are we waiting for? We regret to be born! "He said, shaking his fists convulsively ..
Ash nodded. "They have to pay, especially Baba, that ..." Ash did not finish the sentence, obviously could not find a shameful insult enough to describe the head of the royal guards.
Hetepsebet looked at the starry sky "So let's go. We do not have much time ... "he said, throwing back his cloak on his shoulders. His companions nodded.

The plan was clear and simple: it would be introduced into the barracks of the Royal Guards in the service of Baba and they would split the ass to anything that moved until he stopped moving. They agreed that they would not have killed anyone, but this did not mean that they would not want them to be already dead, "said Anat, while all four were heading towards the goal through the streets almost empty.
"Four seventy-eight against. - Anat calculated giggling - Bella challenge. "
arrived at the corner of the street where the barracks stood, Ash, who headed the party, made a sign to stop. From the barracks came a great noise, mixed with shouts and raucous drunk risate.Le guards were partying, like many in the city, and there was no surveillance on the front door.
"What idiots." He murmured with a smile Amatcheret fierce that clashed with the delicate features of her face.
"So, we enter the main entrance? "Hetepsebet asked with a predatory gaze light
Ash nodded. "Roviniamogli the party." He said quietly. Anat
grinned like a possessed and ran towards the entrance. He could hear the footsteps of his comrades who were running behind her like the wind, like her. They entered the barracks
undisturbed, without encountering a single sentinel at the entrance or in the front room and even the corridor leading to the parade ground. Following the uproar of the festivities, venture into the military complex and found the first guard. He was drunk, leaning against a wall with a stupid smile, which turned into a mask of terror when the victim became aware of who he faced.
Quick as lightning, Hetepsebet grabbed him by the neck and made him bang his face against the wall repeatedly and forcefully, until it loses the senses and leave a large blood stain on the wall. Hetepsebet let him go with a grimace of disgust and collapsed to the ground in a broken heap. "Seventy-seven." He said with a smile. In silence
comrades came to the door of the refectory, where the party was taking place. The soldiers had gathered there to revel in varying states of inebriation. The raucous laughter of Baba dominion over all. "We gave him a lesson, then fennel! - Laughed, waving a jug full of beer and the soldiers broke into fat sgignazzate - Toast! His Majesty and fennel that know their place, "he said, swallowing a big gulp of beer.
Ash not contained anymore. One moment he was alongside his comrades, the time she was in the middle of the dining hall and at least two guards were lying on the ground writhing. To the surprise, Baba sprayed beer all around, stifling, and rolled his eyes.
"Nice party, captain of the guard - in Ash said coldly - Forgive my rudeness, I did not want to interrupt you. Please, continue, which would place us 'queers'? "He asked quietly, with a hint of a smile on lips.
Baba coughed and laughed, wiping the beer from his chin with his sleeve. "You want to die, huh, fag," he asked thickly. The guards were quite taken by surprise (except the two who were put directly on the road to Ash) and surrounded him.
"I'd rather kill you, if you are the same." Ash said.
Baba laughed again and nodded in response to his men, who promptly threw it against Ash. It seemed a hopeless situation, but Ash, as was low and apparently frail, was quick and precise and, in spite of appearances, deadly effective. Not for nothing was the Protector of the oases and trade routes, he thought Anat, who allowed himself a moment to admire the skill of his friend, claiming he was kicked and punched to the sound of the soldiers as if they were ears of ripe wheat, before throwing itself into the fray with a terrible war cry.
The first guard ran to her screaming and took a punch in the face, strong enough to stop halfway and let it fall to the ground like a sack of rags.
"I do not have to kill. I have to kill them. "Anat was repeated, and distributed liberally kicked, punched, head and elbows and everything else right and left. A guard smartest of the other tried to take over, but she managed to turn the hips and grab his arm and, with a thrust and a twist, the jerk was thrown forward, landing on another colleague.
Hetepsebet, meanwhile, was struggling with another pile of turds. She had taken off his coat and was using it to catch the guards, and shoved her stumbling toward him, within reach of his kicking. The coat snapped like a whip or a flag in the wind and his eyes glittered dangerously. Judging from the faces of the guards, they would have liked to sneak away, but Hetepsebet was not willing to give him time.
Amatcheret, however, seemed to have committed a personal war against the furniture as well as against the guards. He was carrying the remains of a broken chair and he was serving for hammering the skull of a guard, laughing. When the fragments became useless, she just threw them away and took another chair, laughing, and smashed against the back of a nearby soldier, sending him to face against a table. Anat

could not tell how many people had laid out in the end, or how long it had taken, but moving targets were over and she found herself panting and sweating, surrounded by soldiers lying sprawled on the ground, more or less unconscious but certainly unable to continue fighting. He had not killed anyone, but he made sure to leave a lasting memory of its passage in the form of broken bones, joints and torn characteristics altered. He drew back the wet curls
the face with a bloody-knuckled hand and looked around. The room remained standing only Ash, and Amatcheret Hetepsebet. Baba was lying down in a corner, surrounded by three. Ignoring the moans and groans of the soldiers scattered on the floor, Anat crossed the dining hall and went to friends. All three had abandoned the cruel smile that until recently had been raised before and now seemed deadly serious and unforgiving.
Baba, curled in a fetal position against the wall, seemed gripped by a paroxysm of terror, eyes wide, his face pale and sweaty, my hands up in front of him, how to protect themselves. Anat trembled and he could feel the smell of beer, sweat, fear and dog that emanated from him. "Do not you hurt me, please ... - Pleaded with a tiny little voice. He understood very well what awaited him. - The king will punish you. "
Ash laughed. The threat of punishment does not frighten him and anyway he had already decided to follow Seth exile. He felt calm and without remorse, as one who has nothing to lose. "You know I care about the king. - Seraphic said - It's time you taste your own medicine. "The light in her eyes not even remotely bode well for the captain of the guard.
Baba groaned inconsistently, turning the head sideways and shaking hands weakly before her face. Ash moved as if to hit him and screamed as Baba slaughtered a pig. A strong smell of urine into the air.
Ash stopped and shook his head. "I can not ... - Sadly said, spreading her arms to her friends - I can not. I can not even beaten up a man who defends himself. Look at him! "
Anat it was already doing and all she could see was a whimpering, smelly scum.
Ash dropped, twisting the nose for odor Baba grabbed by the hair, forcing him to face him. Baba groaned again and closed his eyes. "Look at me! - Ash shouted, shaking, until the captain of the guard, shaking like a leaf in the wind, he had opened his eyes - I do so sucks that I can not even stoop to beat you, Baba. Even those bastards of your soldiers have more guts to you. "Ash spoke in a voice tense with anger barely suppressed.
"You call us 'queers', me and Seth, and mock us why you think this makes us weak, but you're the one who acts weak. - Continued growling - You and your men have beaten up my friend while he was already wounded and in chains, but he has not screamed like a pig, did not whine and has not pissed on ... - He added with disgust - but I do not have yet touched, and instead look ... "
Ash let go of the hair Baba and the head of the guards crouched back against the wall.
"not worth a beat like that. - Ash said, turning to her friends - I only stoop to his level. "
Anat nodded. Fill the barrel of the soldiers, who had at least tried to defend himself, was one thing, pounding in a panic to another.
"What do we do then we go?" He asked. She did not even have a little 'Baba get away because of his cowardice. It seemed unfair. In the end it was his fault that they had put up all this mess.
If you think back to the whip marks and bruises scattered all over the body of Seth, was the desire to flay Baba, but let him go with a simple humiliation.
"If you have a better idea, would agree actually scram. - Said Hetepsebet - As I dry a bit between 'someone will notice the mess and then the time is approaching ... "
Amatcheret put on a lovely broncetto with one foot and touched the head of the guards, who gave the' another, pathetic sound terrified.
"Well -" said Ash stretching - On the road, then. "Anat bowed his head and followed his friends. Everyone felt in COPLA for not being able to consume at the bottom of their revenge.
"It is not right .." he thought. He really wanted to hurt the captain of the guard, as much as he had hurt Seth, but could not Because Baba was too coward.
Baba instead it would come out unscathed, and once as the fear he would tell a lie all that he would look like a bully and would have started over a bully. And no one would know he was a coward.
"Yes," thought Anat, jamming in the middle.
"I had an idea," exclaimed, turning around and returning to Baba, who still had not moved from his corner. His companions looked at her puzzled.
Ignoring the smell of piss and fear, Anat knelt next to the captain of the guard and forced him to raise his head. Baba's face was swollen and tears for alcohol and the snot dripping from his nose. Not to mention breath ...
Anat smiled, but was not at all a friendly smile or affectionate smile that was rather a lioness would have reserved a gazelle before taking the fatal leap.
"You are the most despicable person I have ever known, Baba - said, raising a hand wrapped in a light golden glow - You're so cowardly that I suck and it seems only right that everybody knows." Anat pressed the palm of your hand against the front of Baba and released its magic. "Coward." Ruled.
Baba shouted and tried to struggle, although it should not feel pain, but kept him firmly Anat. Completed the work, let go and Baba Anat slumped against the wall, and emptied more impisciato. Anat
stood up and wiped his hands on the tablecloth of the table survivor. He turned and stared at his work smugly. On the front of the head of the guards stood blacks hours the characters of the word "coward."
"Now that you're right!" Amatcheret passed, laughing. Ash Hetepsebet and nodded, satisfied.
"Let's go." Anat said, and the four left the barracks with a firm step, without looking back.

As he was walking from the barracks affect as if the world belonged, Anat had felt happy, his grief at the moment dormant, but now in the infirmary of Anubis, the face looking pale and suffering from Seth, he understood that was not enough.
"You have to heal. You, you understand? "She whispered, leaning his head on the bed, near his hand. "Please ..." he murmured, finally letting the tears flow.

Wall Color With Cherry Floor

Submission

After nearly three days spent in the darkness and quiet of the palace of Anubis, the morning sun's hurting my eyes and made him almost blind.
Baba's men had come to take numerous, with ropes and chains, and dragged him without much regard to the courtyard. Seth had not even attempted to break free. Lacked even the strength to stand up. He was for many years, he was a child, he did not feel so helpless ...
And of course the thugs if they were aware of Baba, the damned, and had not lost time to take advantage. "Come on, culattone" had shouted one of them, pushing against something solid
Seth lost his balance and fell forward, holding out his arms to cushion the fall. The right arm hurt caused him a pang of sickening pain on impact, leaving him breathless.
Gasping, he was clinging blindly to a rough wooden floor. He could feel the characteristic smell of livestock and felt the breath sound of a pair of oxen.
A cart, probably ...
Baba's henchmen pulled him back on his feet and pushed him on the weight of the cart, forcing him to kneel on the floor. Two of them held him still for his arms to prevent him from moving and to defend themselves. The blood had begun to leak slowly from the wound in his right arm, probably the points were loose or torn in the fall.
He heard a clang of chains nearby grunts of effort and of the guards who were struggling with something heavy and unwieldy, heard them approaching and then felt a great weight on his shoulders.
sounded a metallic click as a lock or a lock and, suddenly, the guards let him go, but even so, however hard he tried, his arms were still immobilized.
It took him a few moments to realize the situation: his neck and wrists imprisoned in a kind of yoke of wood and metal. Yet heard a clang of chains and felt tense. He could not move in any way. The chains were attached to the yoke and bolted to the floor of the wagon. He had been chained like an animal!
Seth tried to free himself, finding the strength to do so in a last reserve of pride. As the strains were strong, there was definitely a weak point, there had to be ... She would rather be killed on the spot, rather than being dragged through the streets in chains. It took until the last drop of his remaining forces in a last desperate effort.
rings were stretched and the wood creaked, but the chains and the yoke is not broken.
Without more energy, let go, panting and defeated. Only the tension of the chain prevented it from collapsing completely.
Someone laughed, a laugh coarse and unpleasant. Shaken well as can be, fag ... So you do not need anything. "Said a nasal voice. Seth recognized it instantly: it was one of Baba, the head of Horus guards. "I took advantage of the time that Prince Anubis lost me to let you make custom ..."
A strong smell of wet dog assaulted the nostrils of Seth, who suddenly found himself in the shade. Baba had to be in front of him and very close, too. "I must say you are very well ... - Continued the captain of the guard, laughing - If the sire Geb there had helped with the spells, I do not think we would have achieved something so satisfying. There you put your effort, you know? And we said, 'I beg you, tie it well, the bastard .'..." concluded in a tone of smug.
"Father ... Why not? "Thought Seth. Ever since I could remember, Geb had never missed an opportunity to show him all their contempt and make him feel less of a shit and Seth could never get used to, but did not react. She had no intention of giving Baba the satisfaction of having hit a weak point. However Baba seemed
have not finished tormenting him. "The cat got your tongue, pansy? Where has your arrogance now? "He asked slyly. Seth was imposed not to react, although he would gladly split the face of the head of the guards punched, if he could.
The light hit his face again to Seth, making his eyes water even through closed eyelids; Baba must have moved.
"See guys? - Baba laughed, turning to his henchmen - has become as gentle as a lamb ... Just as I said, Castrale enough, as we do with dogs. "Baba's men broke into a collective laugh.
Seth felt his blood boil. That's a coward captain of the guard he had ever turned away because he had a fucking afraid of him and now he was doing good in the eyes of the soldiers he knew had nothing to fear. Cursed, cursed all!
The light changed again and Seth felt a blast. "Bravo a fruit ..." Baba grinned, holding out a hand to give him a slap on the wrist.
Seth felt the hand of the man who approached and decided that he would not be humiliated further, at any cost.
swung around and bit his hand hard, sinking his teeth into the flesh until you hear the metallic taste of blood. Baba let out a cry of pain and tried to portray his hand, But Seth does not let go. The proved with facts that had become docile ...
"Damn queer! "Exclaimed Baba - Do not stand there stiff, stupid! - Shouted to his men with a note of panic in the voice - Give a hand to take off! "The guards did not pray, it was a situation congenial to them, take it in so many against one. They began pulling and pushing, but Seth does not let go until someone's dealt a hand on the cheek with enough force to stun him, making him wear out again against the chains.
"I'll suffer for it, fag!" Threatened Baba, holding his hand close to his chest wound. The smell blood hung in the air. Seth laughed softly. "You are scared even to think to hit me, if I were not in chains, nothing. Enjoy your moment, you agree that when I am free and run away do not stop ... "he said in a hoarse whisper, sporting a blood-stained smile like a true psychopath.
Baba and his fell silent and the silence lasted for a long time. Seth could not see the expression of the captain of the guard, but could easily imagine and smell the acrid smell of his fear. "What, you have nothing witty to say, captain of the guard?" Seth chuckled.
Baba did not answer, but something whispered in her ear and then Seth fell on his ribs, causing a burning pain. Baba grunted and snapped the whip again, and Seth was hit by a hail of blows rabid. The burning of each new burst mingled with the previous ones, making him feel as if all his skin was going to fire now and the blood began to flow from some of the lacerations. He could not even defend themselves and curl up to protect themselves. He was unarmed.
The captain of the guard was panting with the effort of flogging in the blood, but did not seem to have lost the initial impetus. "You do not scare me, fag." Baba said, lying between a stroke and more. "You're a wreck. A ruin. You are pathetic. Needless .- continued, punctuating his claims with new lashes - And you know what that makes me scompisciare more? That you, the great warrior, do not fight anymore, but still you do not do it again and you realize all the boastful ... "
Seth did not know if they were the whips or the implications of the words of Baba who were leaving breathless. He knew he was seriously wounded, but it was not the first time and if it was always escaped without any consequences. Baba was just giving air to his mouth, he said. But were it not so? Had already been three days and, contrary to the usual, his condition had not improved. Anubis also seemed worried. "No, came, I must not think about it."
"What the hell is going on here? "thundered a voice from the palace and Baba interrupted his tirade.
Prince Anubis ... - She said, sweetly - I was just teaching a little 'education at this bastard. "
Seth believed to sense a note of fear in the voice of the captain of the guard. The wrath of his nephew was almost a tangible thing, which radiates in waves from him. Seth was puzzled.
"disgusts me, captain of the guard - said coldly Anubis - Always weak with the strong, but strong with the weak ... Cut it out and disappear from my building, before you drive out there by force. "
Baba hesitated a moment, then burst into laughter. "Prince Anubis ... - Scolded mildly - is not good to take the defenses of the enemies of the Kingdom. People might even think that you are on your side ... And His Majesty is Horus already very happy that you did suffer delay to their plans ... "ended with a grin.
Seth heard someone growl and it took a while to realize that it was his usually impassive nephew. "You are the most despicable of all netjeru, Baba." Hissed Anubis, she went away.
Baba merely laugh and to crack the whip again. Seth could not suppress an exclamation of surprise and pain when the blow caught him on one cheek. Baba laughed again, satisfied.
"Strength ladies! Running! - He ordered his subordinates - We've already wasted enough time with this pathetic fag. You do not want to wait for His Majesty? "The guards and giggled with a crack of the whip and a low bellowing oxen are set in motion.

The journey to the royal palace was not long, but the cart took us forever, or so it seemed to Seth. The sun was high in the sky and tormented him mercilessly, intensifying the burning of the lashes. Although he managed to make the transition that allowed his eyes to bear the light of day, the reflection of white houses was still strong enough to force him to keep his eyes closed, but did not need to see to feel the crowd massed on either side of the road. He felt the buzz and the breath as a large animal crouching nearby. Some people sing praises to the new king, someone insulted him and mocked him. Some, just to be honest, vented their anger by throwing partisan garbage and rotting vegetables in the direction of the cart. Seth had been hit more than once, but that did not care. He was too sick to care. He felt weak as never before, due to the heat and the loss of blood, and at every jolt of the cart on the uneven paving of the road, had to force himself not to cry for the pain to the groin. He felt something warm and viscous soak the bandages and trickled down her legs and knew that the points were probably let go and just the thought of having to sew it back was enough to shiver despite the heat.
Finally, after a time that would not have been able to quantify, the wagon stopped. Baba's men tinker with chains and as soon as the tension was a bit 'loose and there was nothing to support it, Seth collapsed altogether. The guards grabbed him again and dragged him unceremoniously off the wagon, making him kneel down again on the dusty soil of the road. Seth
This time he tried to open my eyes and, pushing the tears and ignoring the burning, looked up at the raised platform which had been erected in front of the royal palace. Seated on a throne decorated with colored enamels and gold, looked really royal Horus, despite the white bandage over his eyes. Seth
hoped that the wounds of his grandson hurt it as much as him, but it was probably a vain hope. Horus seraphic smile in the head with the double crown of Upper and Lower Kingdom and had the satisfied air of a man who had achieved his goal.
Behind the throne, carved on two benches, were Isis and Nebt-Het. His ex-wife was staring at him with a look full of contempt in the dark eyes, stretched on the bench, his hands clutching the arms convulsively, as if he was doing a terrible effort not to fall and kicking.
Isis, however, despite all the help they had given to his son during their long feud, he looked sad, not victorious as expected, and Seth could not help but wonder why.
A voice turned away from his moment of contemplation. Toth, clean and dapper as always, was standing at the right hand of the throne with a voluminous papyrus in his hand. He cleared his throat and began to recite with a loud voice and clear: "Hail to thee, Horus son of Osiris, lord of the Two Lands, thou that with your strong arm ... - '... tricks and unfair, "thought Seth - ... you have brought peace and united the Kingdom after a long feud, you who have protected the weak -" Where? " Seth is asked again - and crushed the proud ... "
Apparently, the talkative vizier had prepared a eulogy infinite, full of praise for the kid ... The sun, now at its zenith, beating strong. Seth would have given anything for a while 'fresh water and a little' shadow. His ears were buzzing and the words of Thoth mingled in an indistinct murmur, already required only stand up straight all his concentration.
At one point, the murmur changed tone and Seth saw that Toth had stopped talking. Horus had turned directly to him, with a tone dripping with condescension and superiority, but Seth could not focus on the words.
"Are you deaf, queer? Reply your sovereign! "Baba shouted in his ear, accompanying the order with a slap in the face. The burning sensation and a surprise somehow roused from his lethargy, and when Horus, with a sigh of exasperation, he repeated his speech, Seth was able to understand it.
"As I was saying, - Horus said, a bit 'annoyed - for the crimes they have committed against the king my father, and against all Kemet, the penalty is death ..."
A murmur spread through the agitated crowd. Apparently, people were ready to see him humiliated, but not to attend an execution.
Horus clapped his hands to attract attention and the crowd quieted. "However, - continued the young King - I do not think it wise to create a further source of conflict between the two parts of my kingdom, so I decided to be lenient. "
Apparently, the directors of the kid knew how to do their job well, he thought Seth, and they knew that, despite everything, he had not been a bad ruler of the High Kingdom and its former subjects and countrymen still liked him.
"Besides," added Horus condescending in tone - it would seem unjust to persecute a disabled ... "This statement made
freeze the blood in the veins of Seth: they all seemed convinced that it would recover. Ra had to fight to defend the only thing that gave meaning to his life, which gave him the feeling to have a place in the overall design of things, and if he could not longer fulfill its task, it would be nothing left of him, if not an empty shell. She would rather die ... Leaning to
Toth, Horus descended from the platform pitch almost certain, and, under the astonished gaze of Baba, went up to Seth.
"You just have to subject yourself to me and I'll let you live in peace in Dashre what's left of your miserable life ..." said Horus with caressing voice, reaching out to brush her cheek. Seth growled softly and Horus drew a flash his hand, his fingers stained with blood.
"Submission ... - Seth whispered giggling - I remember what it was you he preferred to stay in ... "he said, feeling a strange satisfaction in quell'ennesimo, useless gesture of defiance.
The crowd let out a startled noise and the face of Horus is depicted a look of fierce hatred and uncontrollable. The king stepped back and gave an imperious gesture in the direction of the guards. The first football
joined him in the stomach, making it bend in two, out of breath and a prey to spasms. Another blow to the side and joined him in a few moments, Seth found himself in the dust to be a ferocious beating. He could not do anything but curl up on itself to try to protect the wounds and wait for them to stop (fortunately not the chains were stretched), but the shots continued to hail no mercy: he could only hope to lose consciousness for not trying more pain.
He wanted to defend himself, do not be so weak and helpless. If the rest of his immortality was to spend it, in vain hopes and bitter regret at the mercy of others, then it's better to die now, he said, and suddenly as it began, the beating was over.
Seth was panting in the dust for several seconds, gasping for breath, but breathing was painful. Slowly, every movement, he struggled to get up again and looked up at the throne, determined to die with what little dignity he had left.
's face was impassive Horus such as a statue, beneath the bandages.
Seth smiled and took a breath to tell him exactly what he thought of him, but his gaze met that of Isis and the words of defiance were killed in the throat.
The dark eyes of his beloved sister were filled with tears and Seth could feel the sadness and the pain she felt as if they were his.
"I do not want to lose you too ... Please, my brother, you must live for me. "Isis whispered, using his magic as only he could hear her. His voice was so sweet, like a caress, and Seth for a moment forgot the pain and fatigue.
Before the tears and the words of Isis, all his determination to end it all fell apart. Maybe even worth the trouble to go for her just for her ... He could learn to live and be happy without a fight, if only she had been at his side.
beaten back the pride and the tears that had risen in the eyes. What did it matter now?
"All right - he said, feeling light and detached - you won, kid. I, Seth, son of Nut, I recognize you, Horus son of Osiris, as my lawful sovereign, as the legitimate ruler of Kemet. "He said, and despite everything, his voice still sound like the rumble of thunder.
The crowd exploded in a cry of joy.
"It's over, finally ..." you said with a sigh, before succumbing to pain and exhaustion and slipped into the darkness.

Romeo And Juliet Allusion Titan

Scrubs

While washing his hands with water that had been macerated flowers of hyssop, Anubis felt a sense of deja vu. It had been about eighty years since he sewed up his alleged father Osiris, and now another one of his male relatives was lying on his operating table. To be honest, Anubis was almost surprised that it had not happened before.
This time it was both easier and harder than the other. Technically easier, because there was not sewing, and emotionally, because they see their father for the first time in those conditions was a thing I do not wish it on anyone. The great difficulty this time was that his patient was not dead and insensible and Anubis seriously doubted that the poppy resin would be enough to keep him at bay when he started working on the most sensitive parts.
why he had allowed friends to stay in the clinic: had the distinct feeling that he needed help.
Anubis took one last glance at the tools of the trade line on a low table next to the operating table: sharp scissors to cut away clothing caked with blood, scalpels and suture needles, clean cloths and bandages. In a brazier were warming the knife to cauterize, in case we needed it.
loyalists Seth, his friends, the ones who had not given up in defeat (Hetepsebet, the goddess of the tenth hour of the night, Anat, an adopted daughter of Ra and Mehen, one of the warriors of Ra) seemed destroyed, their faces drawn and eyes lost in a void.
Ash Oasis of the Libyan was actually crying uncontrollably. He clenched his left hand tenderly and whispered something to Seth in his own language.
But, of course, put the worst of all was just the Usurper, who lay helpless and unconscious on the operating table.
its color, usually milky and vaguely unhealthy, had become ashen and unequivocally unhealthy due to loss of blood, marked by deep eye socket. He had a deep wound on his right forearm to the bone (and also went well, since it seems that had deflected the blade of the sword of Horus with his hands) and the groin was covered with a cloth soaked in blood. The wound had to be a scary thing, but the faithful had ensured that he had stopped bleeding. Anubis had witnessed the duel, the facts of blood the stomach, but Anat, the only one who had retained a bit 'of calm, perhaps because he was the one who knew less, had confirmed both.
closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself.
He started from the less complicated, that the wound in the arm.

took a dark vial and poured a few drops in a cup of tea of \u200b\u200bwillow. The idea was to not wake him up and take advantage of unconsciousness, but sooner or later he would wake, and Anubis did not want to risk it.
took a clean rag soaked in the antiseptic tea and went to the operating table.
Ash noticed his movement and he raised his head sharply with a protective gaze into the eyes greens. He seemed ready to shoot, but Anubis ignored him. After a few seconds
Libyan posture sagged. "Is there anything I can do," he asked, his voice cracking with tears. Anubis
raised his wounded arm and approached the cloth, but paused a moment to answer: "Keep it quiet if he wakes up." Then began to wash the wound.
was deep and dirty with sand and also working as gently possible, Anubis was aware of causing pain. He had not woken up yet, fortunately, but unconscious, the pain radiated from her expression.
took the suture needle and put on a silk thread. It was a fiber coming from the Far East and the suture was better than the gut of cat and definitely better than the linen. As soon as he began to suture the wound, Seth awoke with a groan of pain. Instinctively, he tried to withdraw the arm, but Anubis had a firm grip and no intention to drop out and ultimately the strength was weak.
"Keep quiet." Ash said again, putting back the needle. The tremor was stronger this time and the usurper's eyes widened scarlet.
"Shhh, my friend, it's all right," Ash whispered, making him turn his face toward him.
"Ash ... - Seth groaned - Where are they? "
Ash's pulled back a lock of red hair from his brow moist with sweat. "Quiet, you're safe. Your nephew Anubis is taking care of you. "She whispered. Anubis
ignored them and gave another point, ripping out a growl.
"As I put it?" Asked Seth, after regaining his breath.
"Never mind. You'll be. "Ash tried to reassure him, but the tears continued to flow on her face. Seth
gritted his teeth for the subsequent insertion of the needle. "Sorry Ash, but I want to know the doctor. "he said with a grin.
Anubis shook his head and pulled back the needle. "You're still alive, and this is already an achievement."
Seth laughed bitterly. "You have not looked at." Growled through clenched teeth to withstand the pain, while Anubis continued to sew.
"No." said Anubis.
The rest of the transaction spent in relative silence, punctuated only by occasional grunts of pain by the patient.
"I'd give you a painkiller, but I get the impression that you'll need more later. But if you prefer I can give it to you now. "He said Anubis.
"Yeah ..." he nodded bitterly Seth. "I prefer when it is really needed. "
finished suturing the forearm, threw the needle Anubis, now blunt and bloody, and washed his hands again with antiseptic solution. He took the bandages clean and bandaged the arm with caution. Maybe it was taking too much, but I honestly had absolutely no hurry to take the next step. However
was inevitable and not beat around the bush would have improved the situation. By becoming
courage, Anubis is said that after all this was the man who killed and dismembered his father, a bit 'of pain was just what he deserved. Another part of him but knew that if the circumstances were slightly different, Seth would have been his father, and could not help but feel a certain bond with him. By becoming
courage, gently lifted the cloth that covered the wound in the groin. It was partly attached to the tissues and what little strength he had to exercise to get it off was enough to restart the bleeding and to break out the usurper in a terrible blasphemy. As predicted
Anubis and friends of the usurper had anticipated, the wound was ugly. Hard to believe that the usurper, he could move, let alone to make havoc of the face of Horus, after receiving an injury like that and are more witnesses had reported that Seth was able to get up, disarm and almost kill Horus barrel with his bare hands. The
injury stemmed from the lower abdomen and came very low, between his legs. The Usupatore was very, very lucky not to lose the bird, but if the first was whispered that he could not have children, now would be an almost absolute certainty ..
"I'll give you something for the pain - he said in a neutral tone - and then start to clean."
Seth nodded, his face already drawn-out suffering.
Anubis took the cup with the mixture of painkillers and went to the lips of Seth, but apparently he did not have the strength to lift his head to drink and a bit 'of the liquid ran down his chin and chest.
"Leave it to me." Ash said, taking away the cup of his hand.
Gently helped him to raise his head and brought the cup to his lips. Seth was able to drink the potion, but the effort seemed to have exhausted. Anubis
prepared a sprinkler full of antiseptic solution and waited for the potion did effect. Meanwhile, noted that Ash took care of his (which some complained be more than a friend). He even took one of the cloths, he had soaked in water and was serving it to wipe his brow moist with sweat usurper, murmuring words of comfort.
Seeing the features of Seth that they relaxed and his red eyes were closing, Anubis was reassured about the effectiveness of analgesic mixture. He waited a few seconds, then took the sprinkler clean cloth and put it into place to work.
Ash looked at him worried.
"Tienigli the other arm, to be sure, but pay attention to the wound. I would not have to patch up again. "Anubis ordered. The Libyan
nodded gravely and grabbed both of his wrists, holding them against the table.
"And what do we do?" Said Anat. Even if you had known him for a few days, the girl warrior Keben seemed very fond of the usurper, much more than companion Astarte, that fact was not there.
"With a little 'luck you will not have to do anything." Anubis said, starting to irrigate the wound. There was blood
Cleaning caked everywhere, and the wound had begun to bleed, although little, fortunately. Anubis had to use plenty of antiseptic solution to obtain a reasonably clean surgical field. He put aside the sprinkler and took a new suture needle and floss more often.
would have to suture the muscles and tendons first, and then close the wound, if he wanted to have some reasonable hope that the Usurper could never go back, I say to fight, but even just walking. The Sword of Horus was cut to the bone, missing the femoral artery by a hair, but wreaking havoc all the rest.
When he gave the first point, the patient moaned softly. Anubis froze for a moment with the needle in the air usurpation and looked at him doubtfully, but still seemed unconscious and inert. "It must have been an accident," he said to himself Anubis "Who knows what he is seeing in his head? With all the poppy I gave him at least will have terrible hallucinations ...".
She began to sew up with a firm hand. "Above, below, pass the wire in half and squeeze" is repeated, trying to concentrate on the movement to run and not think of anything else. He worked with his father. He had managed to exclude the cries of pain from his mother and his aunt, closed in the next room and for a while 'he could not help thinking that if he had not been born, everything would not have happened. He put
the needle again, perhaps with a little 'too much force, trying to erase that thought from his mind, otherwise there would never be able to work, and the Usurper groaned again.
Anubis looked up. On the face of the usurper was again painted a grimace of pain.
was puzzled. The dose of poppy that had given him would have put him to the mat for much longer than that. It was not even half done.
She began to sew faster, hoping to gain ground, but after little more than ten points the Usurper opened his eyes with a cry, barely restrained. He seemed disoriented, but damn conscious. What was happening?
"What the fuck are you doing?" Ash asked, distressed.
"The potion anesthetic effect has been less than expected, although I do not know why." Anubis replied.
"Kebechet" he cried, and after a few moments the door appeared a young woman with long braided hair blacks. "Here I am, Dad! - Said the young - What do you need? "
" Give me another dose of potion poppy. "Anubis ordered.
"Okay, I'll be right." The girl ran away as fast as lightning and soon returned with a new bowl of potion.

The Usurper was breathing heavily, his eyes half shut. "I'm sorry, you should not have to wake up." Anubis said, approaching the bowl to his lips. The Usurper grunted something unintelligible, and drank greedily. Anubis waited a bit 'to safety and returned to work when he saw that the traits of the patient contracts in a grimace of pain, had relaxed a bit'.
Everything seemed to go well at first. Anubis suture with precision but faster, with a new needle and perfectly pointed. Began to see the first signs that the potion was losing its effect, much faster than expected and much faster than last time. Anubis felt a cold sweat but pulled ahead. He could not risk giving him a third dose of poppy so close ... Everything happened very
fast: there was a piece of cloth stuck in the wound, Anubis put the needle and took a pair of tweezers to remove it, but when the instrument came into the wound, the Usurper shuddered violently and the spikes will infissero in the flesh exposed. Seth is arched and struggled even more.
"Keep still!" Called Anubis and friends of the usurper obeyed promptly, blocking the legs against the table.
Anubis managed to pull out the pliers, but the incident had caused a new tear, which was bleeding profusely. He cursed and took a cloth, pressed it on the wound.
The Usurper was grinding his teeth furiously, without making even a groan, but his whole body was taut as a bowstring.
The blood did not seem to want to stop and, surely, after all he had lost, the usurper should not have much to spare. Anubis had to act fast: Horus wanted him alive and at least vaguely aware.
"Kebechet" cried the girl again and reappeared promptly.
"Give me another dose of poppy, but this time double, nay, triple." Ordered.
"Are you sure, Dad? It could be dangerous and it will take a bit'..." objected the girl, turning pale.
"I'm sure. And vammi to call your mother. NOW! ".
She darted away as if they were chasing the legions of hell.

Anubis took a deep sigh, "Listen, Usurper. You're bleeding profusely and if we do not stop the bleeding might not make it. We have no time to wait until the arrival of the potion. Do you understand me? "He asked.
"Yes, do it, damn it." She managed to hiss Seth, with gritted teeth.
Anubis did not hesitate even a moment and began to struggle to stop the bleeding. Luckily it was not breached the main vessel, but only one of the secondary branches downstream. He had to close the hole, but simply could not cauterize the vessel, or the muscles of the leg would not have received more blood and would paralyzed.
was an infamous work, hands made sticky by the blood boiling, the needle slipped like an eel, and also the Usurper, though not only issue a sound of pain, twitching at every point, even if all four of his now the friends were taking place with all their might. After the third time that his movement had made him lose his grip on the needle, Anubis did not make it any more.
"Feel good, Usurper. I'm trying to save your life and the leg, but I can not do it if you do not help me. You have to stop moving. "He shouted, throwing a needle in a bowl.
Inpwet, his wife was missing, he promptly passed another, with the wire already inserted.
"I can not ..." Seth moaned, her voice choked. Her pupils were so dilated for the pain and side effects of the poppy that his eyes seemed almost blacks.
Anubis was about to take a slap, maybe you would not have helped him calm, but at least he could vent their frustration.
"Seth, listen. - Anat interrupted, his voice tense with the effort to hold it - I know what you're trying to do. Are you trying to resist the pain. You were very brave, but now stop. Let yourself go, if you cry, no one will think ill of you, we are your friends, but do not move. "The short curls the blacks were falling over his eyes, but she did not have a free hand to offset them," You must Anubis let you care. "
" Okay, okay ... "Seth sighed.

When Anubis began to sew, the usurper did not move an inch, but let out a piercing scream. Anubis was not to be upset, and continued with a steady hand, while the cries became more desperate and mingled with sobs. It was not just the Usurper to cry, but also of his followers, who were so hardened warriors.
"Please kill me!" Cried the Usurper at some point. "Kill me. I killed your father. I killed him. I did it to pieces. Please ... "
By dint of shouting his voice had become hoarse and weak. "Please enough, enough! "he pleaded.
Anubis tried to ignore it and continue, to harden his heart and exclude the petitions, we said that he deserved it, he deserved this pain and even worse, and I think I succeeded, but when his daughter finally came with a bowl of poppy, Anubis would have really wanted to hug her gratitude.

Damn Horus, Anubis was said, a few hours later, rubbing his bloodshot eyes.
He was standing before the closed door of his surgery, and, even if she wanted nothing but sleep, but he had to deal with Baba, the head of Horus guards. The usurper was lying on a cot nell'ambulatorio immersed in a drugged sleep and feverish. Finally, the poppy had effect. If only you had remembered that the drug did not affect many people who consumed alcohol and had adjusted the dose accordingly ... Would have saved everyone a hellish afternoon. It would have been spared the smiles of complicity Baba, one that would have done it on purpose instead to administer a dose of inadequate anesthesia.
Baba babbling something about the real locus of the fact that only the formal submission of the old to the new king would bring lasting peace to the kingdom and so on.
"I personally think that His Majesty would do better to break down as the mangy dog \u200b\u200bhe is, but the queen mother insisted that he had granted grace and commuted his sentence in exile ... Bah, women. "Blabbering Baba, with its unpleasant nasal voice. Luckily he had left off his seventy-seven dogs, but even so the smell of wet fur did not forsake him.
"Well, anyway ... - Baba continued, scratching his prominent nose - that rottinculo Tomorrow morning I will comply with His Majesty and died there.. "
"I doubt that tomorrow morning you can carry it." Anubis said curtly.
"Why?" Baba asked, surprised.
"His condition is not stable, has lost much blood and the wounds need to heal properly, or it may be invalid forever. "Anubis said wearily. It was so damn obvious that you could not do, what an idea!
Baba laughed "So much the better right? It would be nice too. Think: lame and cowardly, as well as a eunuch. It would be the perfect punishment for the Usurper. "
Anubis would have expected from someone like Baba, but was still shocked.
The captain of the guard laughed even more. "You're too strong you know, Prince Anubis? You're also worrying about a mongrel like him ... Stuff you would not believe. "He settled the belt around the belly prominent heels and turned to leave. "Tomorrow morning I'll come with a cart - announced - Take care, Prince Anubis."
"No." said Anubis.
"No what?" Baba said, pausing on the threshold.
"No. Tomorrow will not come and take him away. "Anubis said in a tone final.
"Why not? - Baba objected inflating his chest like a pigeon - I have received direct orders from His Majesty Horus. "
" I do not mind the orders you have received you, Baba. "Anubis replied, cold as ice. After the day he had had, certainly did not have the patience to argue with a fool netjer and smug as the head of the guards. "My orders were to keep alive and healthy, the Usurper, and I'm trying to make the most of my skills. This includes preventing being dragged through the streets tomorrow. "Anubis crossed her arms and looked at Baba with a look of menace.
Baba was about to open my mouth and reply, but Anubis forestalled him. "Me I see her with the king. This is my palace and this is my job, captain of the guard. Do not dream of trying to download it from here by force or you will see her with me. "Anubis
realized in a moment that would have killed on the spot if he had dared to violate his rule. And, although expression remained impassive, this realization troubled him greatly.
Baba gasped like a fish, looking for something to fight back but found nothing suitable. With an angry gesture, turned back and walked towards the door, muttering to himself. Already on the threshold when he stopped a moment. "You know Prince Anubis, sometimes it makes me think that looks a lot like him." He said, pointing vaguely to the locked door of the surgery.
Baba's words haunted him for days to come.

Pioneer Receiver And Sound Card Connect

TOURNAMENT "IS IN BOLZANO 5"

In the typical resort of Vallarsa (Laives) notes four days of pure and authentic FUTSAL Joint Lupoli. As usual, the Montecassino
there, with a strong training far superior to the previous edition (remember a second miracle, thanks Walter) but probably less compact.
But let's see who are the nine gladiators Montecassino. Alternate between the posts, the President (I) and Neff in "parotuttoanchesehomaldischiena" (written all attacked as the nickname of one of your fans, right ???). neff As outfield players this year we have spared no expense. Jose Fernando Mato Kraemer (came just do me a favor and then proved a burden in the balls, but you are a caaasaaaa ...) with his faithful hound Simone Trojans (several goals for him, zero beers but a great desire in the early days), we continue with the duo made up of the feverish Topo Ale Benamati capiatno and all of us Silvietta Bonato. What about these two?? Lupoli in the sun too. We continue with the always ahead and always clean Christian Gozzer (sin have you only Friday and Saturday, a friend, thank you), with replays Introvigne Mirko alla carbonara (crazy stuff) and the lightning Andrea Crupi (he is the best player with the who has never played in the world and always really an amazing thing .... oh well). I do not know if I forgot someone, but excluding Neff and Christian "root" Gozzer not summon any of the above ever again, so good for Monte Cassino. However in the end we came out in the second round and do not even know who won the tournament but lostesso ago. I also thank the coach for a day that have ruled on our bench, Christian Rossi, Patrick Marinelli, Uku and gradually to all those who passed the bill put them, my god. A hug to all and the next tournament. Mirco