Mendelson Shape
05-15-2008, 11:02 PM
A whip of a cloak and the stranger corners the street at Boston and Elric's boulevard and hurries off into the darkness. A driven spirit has grasped his body and is hurriedly rushing to its awaited destination, what lies ahead for Edmond Surry, an awaited reaction for such a thing to happen.
Edmond Surry, an ordinary fellow and quite your average Englishman. He worked selling door to door items that has been humbled yet somewhat enthusiastic and he enjoyed his nostalgic lifestyle. A small apartment off Queen's and Bernard's, a dingy place but nevertheless a home indeed. The thing about himself that Ed liked the most, was his contented mentality for as he was taught by his father, whom was also a hard working fellow, said that what we cannot have we live without and what we can achieve we strive for it but nothing comes that easy since we are after all humans. So work Ed did and for a long time he had been working but where has it all gotten him? A mediocre life with shampoo and shoe polishers.
It just so happened that later that week, Ed received the relief from life he had been looking for, his landlord had evicted him from the building because of his uncanny behavior of paying his rent on time.
"Ed, you have been behind on your payments every single month for the past ten years you have lived here. Now you cannot be cross with me because i have been understanding...oh yes i have!" he said with a waggling finger as Edmond watched him reproachfully.
"But Mr. Leon where shall i go? i can afford to pay the rent when i am payed and so i cannot give you something i do not have." Ed begged with a mortified look on his face.
"I too have bills to pay, and i need the money to survive. It was either you or me and well i have a family to feed. Sorry lad."
And with that Ed shuffled out of the building with his shoe polishing kit and long line of shampoos and he reckoned that this was where hard working people had to be, at the bottom. To get to the bottom though he had to work his way up and selling door to door just wasn't going to cut it anymore. Life had spoken and he had listened and he had enough of what other people had to say and for once Edmond Surry will speak and everyone else would have to listen.
Closed doors was his mask as Ed was constantly being let down. He hadn't caught a break for so long, making enough to live one day at a time. Who would help him with his current predicament. No one would ever come of course and that fact was a hard one to accept as he was just about ready to give up. 'A homeless shelter would be a good place to gather my thoughts' he thought as hauling around his luggage was becoming just about unbearable. So he bunked next to the cleanest looking chap and lay down. It wasn't much but at least he had a roof over his head and that was enough to put his mind at ease for a while so he could get some sleep.
Waking up the next day would start a nightmare that would haunt his steps wherever he went. Luggages were gone and only the clothes on his back had remained, his shoes had been stolen. Now without a possession to hold on to and hope holding his sanity like an unraveling spool of thread, Ed tried to remain calm and quiet. 'I'll take a walk around town and see where my feet carry me, hopefully somewhere with an extra pair of shoes' he comforted himself as he took off, a wanderer in a jungle of savages that had began gnawing away at his consciousness. The buildings were tall and beautiful with large panes of glass and ingenious designs. Ed marveled at man's creation forgetting his current agenda and continued to gaze at this new part of town he had never been. Shops with candy and delicious cakes, stores with designer clothes and fancy perfumes and toy stores with all assortments of toys that would make any child wail at his mother non stop just to pop inside. Such wonders Ed had witnessed that had brought a smile to his face, a rare commodity that had been scarce for a long time.
Returning to the shelter, why he did not know. His brethren stared at him, with unpleasantness that made Ed feel even more rejected from man's cruel world. He didn't know where he belonged, who he would fit in with and when would his suffering end. Such questions revolved in his mind, the storm swirling in his thoughts and ravaging his senses. What more could he do and what would become of him. Such troubles to be encountered by such a young man, with depression as his chains that bound him to this world. 'I need a way out, a back door to this endless dream and awake with my life as it was' he thought with his face in his hands,'I miss it now, the simplistic nature and sepia mindset oh how it is like a mirage to a wanderer, i would be contented'.
It so happened that fate had kicked in just when he had reached the end of his tether.
"Excuse me sir but might you be Mr. Edmond Surry?" inquired a gentleman with curious eyes," i have been searching for him for quite some time now and i have almost given up. A source told me that this was the last place that anyone ever saw someone with his description and funny enough I'm surprised they recognized him because he looks quite ordinary in this picture."
He held the photo in front his face and Edmond Surry saw his past catch up to him and it took a while for his mind to recognize such confidence and such a smile that would come from the same person not too long ago. Voice cracking from the neglect Ed responded in a hurry.
"I am Edmond Surry, i don't know why anyone is looking for me but if it has to do with a loan or something of the sort, then I'm sorry to inform you that i have no money and no possessions. As you can see i am living in a homeless shelter and have been for the past three months i think."
"No, it has nothing to do with such matters but if you'll come with me i'll be happy to explain the circumstances in which we have summoned you." he said with a grin and inferred into a limo which had just pulled up.
Looking confused and slightly scared, Ed accompanied the inquirer and entered the limo.
"My name is Simon Belmont and i have been asked to retrieve you from your deplorable state and reimburse you in your inherited status of; assassin" he said calmly as he poured out some red wine.
"Assassin you say?" Ed sputtered as he sipped some wine,"what is the meaning of this. i assure you that none of my family members where or ever will be murderers and i think that this is some sort of gimmick to trick me. i do not know why but i don't believe such blasphemies."
"Understandably so, but you're wrong. Your father is the number one assassin and not for any human targets but rather for vampires. He had been our greatest advantage against the vampire regime and now that he has passed away, we need someone we can trust in order to continue the relentless struggle. That's where you come in, you see your father trained you to be obedient and hard working which is something a soldier needs to have or else would be confounded by the vampires into tricking us which is something we cannot afford..."
"My father died?" Ed interrupted with a shocked and disbelieving face,"I thought he had moved away with my mother to someplace called....Munich."
"He was stationed there since the vampire lord was discovered to be hiding somewhere in that vicinity and so we put our top agents to survey that area. Unfortunately he was found and was killed. Outnumbered one to fifteen i think but he still put up a good fight, as we thought he would rather than strike a deal with them." Simon said soothingly as he sipped a rather filled glass of wine," but do not despair, you shall soon discover that your abilities will be quite astounding as it would be in your genes. So I'm assigning you task that is trivial so that you get the feel of things and i would have your answer to the question i am about to ask of you."
He paused for a moment and looked out the window, allowing Ed to absorb all this incredibly foolish information but Ed however, wanted to know the truth, about everything that had happened and find out what he wanted to know about his life that apparently someone else knew more about than he did himself.
"Will you join the Red Petal Organization?" Simon asked rather firmly.
"Yes, but first I'll need some money to get my life in order. I assume that these jobs are certainly done with salaries or is it a volunteer motion?" Ed asked slyly looking at Simon out of the corner of his eye as he sipped more wine.
"Indeed it is, you'll never have to worry about your financial problems anymore. Consider life as just a time to enjoy yourself and i daresay i think you certainly will." he said incredulously sipping even more of his refilled glass.
"This wine certainly is delicious but i don't recognize such a taste. It seems familiar but something new to me." Edmond thought out loud as he looked at the glass curiously.
"Yes it is rather rare but nevertheless there will be more at your suite in the hotel you shall live in from now on." Simon answered looking at the glass also.
A halt and the limo had stopped in a rather tall hotel. Edmond got out, head craning up trying to see the top but didn't and so walked inside looking out of place and embarrassed at his disgraceful attire.
"Sir i shall escort you to your room." said a bell-hop swiftly and escorted him up the elevator.
"All your belongings have been moved there already."
Feeling uneasy, Ed waited as the highlighted numbers raised higher still, until finally the doors opened and his room awaits.
Ed opened the doors and went inside, such luxurious designs and furniture. One the table however, a note was on the polished desktop with a waxed flower seal. Intrigued, Ed opened it curiously and read the script. He looked concerned yet, ready to complete his first assignment.
A week later, he arrived at Boston and Elric's boulevard and hurried down the street. His first job was at the end of the road, at the old building near the ravine. His heart beat with excitement and his body was energized with anxiety. He almost broke into a run from the short distance decreasing and he soon stared at his victim's house. A derelict house it was, pausing for a moment to calm his breath and he rushed inside. His new cane he opened to revealed a shiny blade as long as half his body. He slashed the door in half silently as he stepped inside. The place was dark and cobwebs adorned it like drapes, he saw a flicker of light upstairs and hurried silently towards the aged stairs.
He peeked into the room and saw an old man in an old moth-eaten armchair with a candle by the side table next to it. Ed shifted inside, drew his sword with baited breath and slashed downwards. The body and chairs split with a receding line where the sword passed. A clunk and a spatter of blood everywhere. Ed felt strange at the sight, unusually hungry. He saw a drop on his finger and tasted it....sweet as wine. He lowered his face to the body and saw his father's recognizably aged face. He was mortified, shocked without hope of removing that expression as he had realized that he had killed his own father. Yet even so, the taste of blood lingered on his tongue as he desired to have more. He passed his hand over the stained walls and tasted its sweet flavor....like wine.
Edmond Surry, an ordinary fellow and quite your average Englishman. He worked selling door to door items that has been humbled yet somewhat enthusiastic and he enjoyed his nostalgic lifestyle. A small apartment off Queen's and Bernard's, a dingy place but nevertheless a home indeed. The thing about himself that Ed liked the most, was his contented mentality for as he was taught by his father, whom was also a hard working fellow, said that what we cannot have we live without and what we can achieve we strive for it but nothing comes that easy since we are after all humans. So work Ed did and for a long time he had been working but where has it all gotten him? A mediocre life with shampoo and shoe polishers.
It just so happened that later that week, Ed received the relief from life he had been looking for, his landlord had evicted him from the building because of his uncanny behavior of paying his rent on time.
"Ed, you have been behind on your payments every single month for the past ten years you have lived here. Now you cannot be cross with me because i have been understanding...oh yes i have!" he said with a waggling finger as Edmond watched him reproachfully.
"But Mr. Leon where shall i go? i can afford to pay the rent when i am payed and so i cannot give you something i do not have." Ed begged with a mortified look on his face.
"I too have bills to pay, and i need the money to survive. It was either you or me and well i have a family to feed. Sorry lad."
And with that Ed shuffled out of the building with his shoe polishing kit and long line of shampoos and he reckoned that this was where hard working people had to be, at the bottom. To get to the bottom though he had to work his way up and selling door to door just wasn't going to cut it anymore. Life had spoken and he had listened and he had enough of what other people had to say and for once Edmond Surry will speak and everyone else would have to listen.
Closed doors was his mask as Ed was constantly being let down. He hadn't caught a break for so long, making enough to live one day at a time. Who would help him with his current predicament. No one would ever come of course and that fact was a hard one to accept as he was just about ready to give up. 'A homeless shelter would be a good place to gather my thoughts' he thought as hauling around his luggage was becoming just about unbearable. So he bunked next to the cleanest looking chap and lay down. It wasn't much but at least he had a roof over his head and that was enough to put his mind at ease for a while so he could get some sleep.
Waking up the next day would start a nightmare that would haunt his steps wherever he went. Luggages were gone and only the clothes on his back had remained, his shoes had been stolen. Now without a possession to hold on to and hope holding his sanity like an unraveling spool of thread, Ed tried to remain calm and quiet. 'I'll take a walk around town and see where my feet carry me, hopefully somewhere with an extra pair of shoes' he comforted himself as he took off, a wanderer in a jungle of savages that had began gnawing away at his consciousness. The buildings were tall and beautiful with large panes of glass and ingenious designs. Ed marveled at man's creation forgetting his current agenda and continued to gaze at this new part of town he had never been. Shops with candy and delicious cakes, stores with designer clothes and fancy perfumes and toy stores with all assortments of toys that would make any child wail at his mother non stop just to pop inside. Such wonders Ed had witnessed that had brought a smile to his face, a rare commodity that had been scarce for a long time.
Returning to the shelter, why he did not know. His brethren stared at him, with unpleasantness that made Ed feel even more rejected from man's cruel world. He didn't know where he belonged, who he would fit in with and when would his suffering end. Such questions revolved in his mind, the storm swirling in his thoughts and ravaging his senses. What more could he do and what would become of him. Such troubles to be encountered by such a young man, with depression as his chains that bound him to this world. 'I need a way out, a back door to this endless dream and awake with my life as it was' he thought with his face in his hands,'I miss it now, the simplistic nature and sepia mindset oh how it is like a mirage to a wanderer, i would be contented'.
It so happened that fate had kicked in just when he had reached the end of his tether.
"Excuse me sir but might you be Mr. Edmond Surry?" inquired a gentleman with curious eyes," i have been searching for him for quite some time now and i have almost given up. A source told me that this was the last place that anyone ever saw someone with his description and funny enough I'm surprised they recognized him because he looks quite ordinary in this picture."
He held the photo in front his face and Edmond Surry saw his past catch up to him and it took a while for his mind to recognize such confidence and such a smile that would come from the same person not too long ago. Voice cracking from the neglect Ed responded in a hurry.
"I am Edmond Surry, i don't know why anyone is looking for me but if it has to do with a loan or something of the sort, then I'm sorry to inform you that i have no money and no possessions. As you can see i am living in a homeless shelter and have been for the past three months i think."
"No, it has nothing to do with such matters but if you'll come with me i'll be happy to explain the circumstances in which we have summoned you." he said with a grin and inferred into a limo which had just pulled up.
Looking confused and slightly scared, Ed accompanied the inquirer and entered the limo.
"My name is Simon Belmont and i have been asked to retrieve you from your deplorable state and reimburse you in your inherited status of; assassin" he said calmly as he poured out some red wine.
"Assassin you say?" Ed sputtered as he sipped some wine,"what is the meaning of this. i assure you that none of my family members where or ever will be murderers and i think that this is some sort of gimmick to trick me. i do not know why but i don't believe such blasphemies."
"Understandably so, but you're wrong. Your father is the number one assassin and not for any human targets but rather for vampires. He had been our greatest advantage against the vampire regime and now that he has passed away, we need someone we can trust in order to continue the relentless struggle. That's where you come in, you see your father trained you to be obedient and hard working which is something a soldier needs to have or else would be confounded by the vampires into tricking us which is something we cannot afford..."
"My father died?" Ed interrupted with a shocked and disbelieving face,"I thought he had moved away with my mother to someplace called....Munich."
"He was stationed there since the vampire lord was discovered to be hiding somewhere in that vicinity and so we put our top agents to survey that area. Unfortunately he was found and was killed. Outnumbered one to fifteen i think but he still put up a good fight, as we thought he would rather than strike a deal with them." Simon said soothingly as he sipped a rather filled glass of wine," but do not despair, you shall soon discover that your abilities will be quite astounding as it would be in your genes. So I'm assigning you task that is trivial so that you get the feel of things and i would have your answer to the question i am about to ask of you."
He paused for a moment and looked out the window, allowing Ed to absorb all this incredibly foolish information but Ed however, wanted to know the truth, about everything that had happened and find out what he wanted to know about his life that apparently someone else knew more about than he did himself.
"Will you join the Red Petal Organization?" Simon asked rather firmly.
"Yes, but first I'll need some money to get my life in order. I assume that these jobs are certainly done with salaries or is it a volunteer motion?" Ed asked slyly looking at Simon out of the corner of his eye as he sipped more wine.
"Indeed it is, you'll never have to worry about your financial problems anymore. Consider life as just a time to enjoy yourself and i daresay i think you certainly will." he said incredulously sipping even more of his refilled glass.
"This wine certainly is delicious but i don't recognize such a taste. It seems familiar but something new to me." Edmond thought out loud as he looked at the glass curiously.
"Yes it is rather rare but nevertheless there will be more at your suite in the hotel you shall live in from now on." Simon answered looking at the glass also.
A halt and the limo had stopped in a rather tall hotel. Edmond got out, head craning up trying to see the top but didn't and so walked inside looking out of place and embarrassed at his disgraceful attire.
"Sir i shall escort you to your room." said a bell-hop swiftly and escorted him up the elevator.
"All your belongings have been moved there already."
Feeling uneasy, Ed waited as the highlighted numbers raised higher still, until finally the doors opened and his room awaits.
Ed opened the doors and went inside, such luxurious designs and furniture. One the table however, a note was on the polished desktop with a waxed flower seal. Intrigued, Ed opened it curiously and read the script. He looked concerned yet, ready to complete his first assignment.
A week later, he arrived at Boston and Elric's boulevard and hurried down the street. His first job was at the end of the road, at the old building near the ravine. His heart beat with excitement and his body was energized with anxiety. He almost broke into a run from the short distance decreasing and he soon stared at his victim's house. A derelict house it was, pausing for a moment to calm his breath and he rushed inside. His new cane he opened to revealed a shiny blade as long as half his body. He slashed the door in half silently as he stepped inside. The place was dark and cobwebs adorned it like drapes, he saw a flicker of light upstairs and hurried silently towards the aged stairs.
He peeked into the room and saw an old man in an old moth-eaten armchair with a candle by the side table next to it. Ed shifted inside, drew his sword with baited breath and slashed downwards. The body and chairs split with a receding line where the sword passed. A clunk and a spatter of blood everywhere. Ed felt strange at the sight, unusually hungry. He saw a drop on his finger and tasted it....sweet as wine. He lowered his face to the body and saw his father's recognizably aged face. He was mortified, shocked without hope of removing that expression as he had realized that he had killed his own father. Yet even so, the taste of blood lingered on his tongue as he desired to have more. He passed his hand over the stained walls and tasted its sweet flavor....like wine.