Valkyrie Posted April 23, 2018 Posted April 23, 2018 (edited) http://i64.tinypic.com/5p4jnb.jpg Sarah Stevenson, a.k.a. Valkyrie, decided to go back to the forest where she was taken by the kidnapper, just to see if she could possibly find some clues that could lead her to the culprit. This time she’s not alone, though: her father, Harry, is walking by her side Harry: Why are we here again? Sarah: Because OCW’s management is corrupt, that’s why. Sarah: They made me sign a document in which I state that my kidnapping was all a publicity stunt and its sole purpose was to get the fans to cheer for me. In fact, I’m not allowed to mention this story on live TV ever again. I have to pretend it never happened. Sarah: They say I made everything up, they say I faked everything just because they don’t want to admit that half of their roster is composed of criminals. Where I see a potential serial killer, they see an interesting gimmick. And they sure want to protect their assets, since apparently wrestling fans are really into satanists and mobsters these days. Harry: What about the detective? Sarah: Who? Patcher? He’s not answering my phone calls. He said I was lucky I didn’t end up in jail for this publicity stunt. But it was not. It was real. They stop for a moment. Sarah takes out a water bottle from her backpack and passes it to her dad: he drinks it all and then they start walking again Sarah: Why are you so quiet? Harry: Nothing… it’s just that… She stops and turns around to face him Sarah: What? Harry remains silent, as Sarah smiles sarcastically Sarah: You don’t believe me either, great. Harry: Look, I’m not saying I don’t believe you. I’m just saying that we’ve been wandering around this forest for countless hours and we still couldn’t find that wooden shack you told me about. Sarah: It must be here somewhere. It was dark so I can’t recall it’s exact location, but we should keep looking. Harry refuses to continue Harry: You swear this was real, right? Sarah: Are you kidding me, dad? I had blood all over my clothes, for fuck sake! Sarah: You know what, it’s fine. I thought I had at least one ally left on this planet but apparently I was mistaken. My colleagues want me dead, my employers are clearly helping them and now my father is on their side too. Sarah: Can’t you see what’s going on? No-one was fired after what happened to me and Riley Quinn wasn’t even questioned by the police. They are protecting her, they are trying to sweep everything under the rug and pretend it never happened. Sarah: The only thing I got was a dumbass from the HR department who came up to me and asked me if I was still able to compete because they needed their card to be filled. That’s all I am to them: an asset, a low-card filler. Harry waits patiently for her to let off steam Harry: Maybe they set everything up but they simply didn’t tell you, like in those pranks you see on TV. Sarah: And is that scenario supposed to make me feel more comfortable? It’s equally terrifying. Let’s just keep walking, alright? They both keep going at a slow pace, tired for all the hours they spent walking. They spend another half an hour in the woods and then they stop again Harry: You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. There’s much more in life than just wrestling. You should not overlook your university studies, you would make a perfect Primary School teacher. Sarah: I’m not neglecting my studies, dad. Besides, a lot of other wrestlers manage side activities in their free time: one has its own restaurant, others run their own religious cults, and some even have their own brand, with t-shirts and everything. Sarah: If they are able to balance both worlds, what stops me from getting that Primary Education Studies degree? Harry: But when was the last time you attended a college class? Sarah: Dad! Less talking, more walking! They are up for another hour of hiking, as the sun slowly begins to go down Sarah: Do you know how the Kidnapping of Idùn myth ends? Harry: Of course I don’t. Sarah: Loki regrets his decision and decides to go back to Jotunheim to save her. Well, this Idùn… She points to herself Sarah: ...doesn’t need a Loki to save her. This princess doesn’t need a white knight. In fact, I am the white knight. I am the hero of this fairy tale... Harry: Hey, white knight! Take a look at this! Harry picks up a piece of cloth from the ground: it looks like a t-shirt was ripped apart and that was the only thing that remained. It was pink and had a few letters written on it: I-N-C-O-M-P, probably part of a longer word or sentence Sarah: What is that? Harry: Looks like a t-shirt, or at least what’s left of it. Sarah: We are on the right trail, I can feel it. Let’s keep going, quick. And so they keep going: a few meters away, they notice a trail of burned leaves and ashes, that leads them to a field. There they found what they were looking for Harry: Can you smell burning? Sarah nodded as she finally confirmed her assumptions: the wooden shack where she was taken, was no longer there. All that was left was a pile of ashes and burned down planks of wood. Someone burned everything to the ground to hide their trail Sarah: Do you believe me now, dad? Edited April 23, 2018 by Valkyrie My english is bad 3 .
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