.....Ein seltsamer Geruch liegt in der Luft. Er macht mich gierig, gierig nach Nahrung, gierig nach Fleisch. Ich kann nicht richtig denken oder will i...h die Wahrheit nicht erkennen. Nur welche Wahrheit?Der Geruch st?rt mich.Ich ziehe mich in die entfernte Ecke meines Gef?ngnisses, weg vom Blut, zur?ck und kauere mich nieder. Ich bin verzweifelt. Der Geruch bewirkt etwas in mir, ver?ndert mein Denken, es aktiviert tierischen Instinkte in mir, verdr?ngt mein menschliches Ich und st?rt beim. WHAM!Ada nearly jumped out of her skin, barely stifling a shriek as the door banged shut and wriggling further back into the weeds as the apparently automatic porch light illuminated the yard. Ducking her head, she peered through a gap in the hedge and watched as the two men who had stepped outside descended the steps and headed for the red sports car parked in the drive. One she recognized at a glance; her uncle Rodney, with his shaggy brown hair and faded shirt displaying the name of his. Nikolai hovered his fighter over the turbulent waters and slowly settled to about forty metres. "Guys, this is fun. I can't see too far with my own screen, but the drones let me see a lot farther. The bottom is not visible, but the drones seem to be able read better if I am down here. There are old trees and some really weird critters too."I could see what he was experiencing and thought it a lot of fun, but a repeater could go into the water as well, or even a series of them, to read the. He grabbed a napkin off the table and began picking up the chunks of glass. After he got the biggest pieces, he took another napkin and brushed off his pant leg, although it was only lightly splattered. She didnt flinch like she might have if she was sober when he folded the napkin over and leaned forward, pressing it onto her thigh where it was wet from the spill. He continued down her dress, over her knee and along the line of her calf pressing enough to get the job done as well as enough to.