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Nicole slowly opened her eyes... she was almost blinded by white in the hospital room. For some reason, she felt dizzy and confused. Another thing... she couldn't speak... Through the door, she saw a figure enter. Lab coat, glasses, he looked like a doctor. But upon closer inspection. Pale skin, bright blue eyes... short blonde hair... those metallic pointed teeth. And that grin.
"Patient Nicole... shot to the side. Ouch. Must have hurt, don't worry." He got closer. "I have the perfect surgical procedure to make the pain go away..."
He went over to the beds wheels and started unlocking them. Before Nicole knew it, she was on the move, out of the room and into the hospital hallway. Beside her, Phillipe hummed a classical tune as she passed nurse, and other doctors. She wanted to tell them... scream for help that she was being taken by a maniac. But she couldn't and the pain she felt at her side prevented her from moving. The hallway seemed almost endless, until they stopped... at the morgue. The two of them went inside and she took the place beside one of the metal tables where a corpse of a recently deceased laid. Phillipe locked the door and walked to the side of her bed.
If this was a dream... she wanted to wake up...
"You can speak now... you know?
Suddenly, her ability to speak came back as if by magic. But she could not move still. She saw Phillip walk off to the side and heard metal clinging and clattering, while Phillipe started humming again.

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Nicole entered the old house. On the upper floor, she could still hear screaming and the sounds of flesh slashing. As she crept up the stairs, she saw Phillipe, dressed in a suit and an apron. Holding in his arms was the battered and bloodied figure of Leonnarted. Knife to his throat, Phillipe was about to kill him before she entered the room.
"Ah! A visitior!" Said Phillipe nonchalantly, slashing Leon's throat slowly from ear to ear, making him fall on the ground, gurgling and choking. The last efforts of his body to keep itself alive.
"Oops. My hand slipped." His grin fell into a frown, as he picked up an axe from the ground. "I'm going to hack you to pieces...." He murmured angrily before smiling and cackling. "Run. I'll give you a head start, my lady...!"

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Nicole spun on her heels and bolted. She shoved a crumbling door open and suddenly she was in a crowd. She remembered this crowd. So long ago, in the middle of a forest and inside a saw mill. She shook her head and pushed through, and she couldn't care less when the people complained. Soon she came to the front of the crowd, where a heavy rock band was playing. So long ago she had been excited, but now she was anxiously looking over her shoulder. Then, a soft hand gripped hers and her head snapped to the person next to her. It was a girl, a smiling girl. The girl nudged Nicole's shoulder and smiled. "Relax, those assholes won't be following us anymore."

Nicole let go of the hand and took a step back into the crowd. Her voice was a horrified whisper, "No - no your dead!" And then - the scene changed again. It was her old high school, it's bleak halls were full of students pushing to get to class. She breathed heavily and turned around, yes it was her old school. The one she had gotten expelled from. Suddenly, as if taken by an unknown force, she began to take her books out her locker and head to class. Soon she found herself in her old science class, the one class she was good at even though her grades didn't show it. When the bell ringed again she saw the teacher come in, a man in a white coat. She couldn't see his face....

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Nicole hesitated, and being in her dream mind she stood up. The scene, the people, they were all so similar. Except for Phillipe...The same girl from the saw mill gripped her hand again and smiled, "Don't be shy." Nicole only smiled and nodded. She inhaled deeply and made her way to the front of the class and next to Phillipe. Her mind wasn't functioning right, she didn't know who Phillipe was. But there was something ebbing in the back of her mind - but she shook it off.

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Alliance News Network

"Like brothers": East Teutonic and New Wondrian foreign ministers meet to strengthen ties

The Balkan Empire's High Ambassador has traveled to the East Teutonic capital of Konnisberg to meet with his counterpart Ella Bönde to "strengthen ties", according to an Imperial Diplomatic Corps statement. According to the IDC, multiple meetings will take place between the two foreign ministers and other government ministers from both countries to establish "sibling-like links for further cooperation".

Their most prominent meeting was their public exchange in the East Teutonic capital. Amid reporters, both foreign ministers spoke about further funding for the East Teutonic and New Wondrian Joint Space Initiative, health research, student exchange programs and expanding the Leibenhein Railway which connects both countries through high speed passenger trains.

Pavel Kroupal, who has been New Wondour's High Ambassador for 15 years, spoke highly of the East Teutonic foreign minister and the Kaiser's cabinet.
"There is ground here to begin a sibling-like relationship. I hope it keeps out countries working together for the next decades." Kroupal stated.
His counterpart, Bönde made similar statements, hoping to continue the good relationship between the two countries, even recalling their cooperation during World War II.
"It was the East Teutonic military that helped the Imperial Armed Forces push back the Nazi invaders from Vienna." joke Bönde, prompting laughter from the High Ambassador and some of the reporters.

In closed door meetings, representatives from both government ministers revealed that the two discussed the civil war that ravaged Scandinavia and how both countries could aid their northern neighbor. In addition, a spokesperson for the IDC told ANN that the two foreign ministers had agreed that there was enough trust for "military cooperation" but added that "it was not among the main topics of conversation" during the meetings.

Kroupal and his staff is set to remain in the Imperial Republic for a few more days before visiting the Republic of Svyrig, to meet with his Scandinavian counterpart. In addition to his tour across Europe, the New Wondrian foreign minister is also set to visit Turkey, the Dutch Reoublic and the Empire of Parakka, labeling the last one as his "most important visit."

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The knife went deeper into her shoulder, Phillipe spinning it opening the wound even more. With his hand he held the girl's head up, her eyes on Nicole.
"She's next, my dear.... Look at her well, the last thing you'll see..."
Smiling he drew the knife from her shoulder, and tossed Rachel to the side. Then, he started toward Nicole.
"Stop shaking now... I'm not that scary. If you just stand still, this would all go so much easier, Nicole. Stop resisting..."

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Nicole heard a light scuffle outside, some yelling and then silence before Leonnarte, accompanied by men and women in suits with pins labeling them as members of the Imperial Guard entered the room. It was as if she had somehow reached out and Leon had come running from across Europe just to get to her. He was wearing a black trench coat and gloves. Gently pushing the doctor out of the way, he rushed to the side of her bed, panting. Looking at him, he looked he had not gotten any sleep for a few days probably. Just like when they met... He laid a hand on her shoulder and did his best to comfort her.
"I came as fast I was able to, my love." He started, taking a few breaths, composing himself. "I heard of what happened. How are you feeling...?" In the few weeks of them being together. Talking, going places, laughing, sharing stories, she had never seen him this concerned...
Nicole also noticed the Imperial Guard had taken positions in the room, there were a few of them... around a dozen. Standing outside, inside the room. Leonnarte was carrying a big escort. She had to wander whether it was for him... or her. The last one to go into the room was a young man with German features. One of the Imperial Guardsmen seemed to report to him. Quickly he recognized him as the head of Leonnarte's guard. Aleksandr.

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Inside Nicole's apartment, there was an uncomfortable silence between the two of them. As if they knew that whatever had taken them here wasn't going to be a gentle kiss or... something further. But, something more negative. Yet, neither of them knew how to tell each other what was it about. Eventually though, Nicole had gathered enough strength to do it. She was determined to find answers... even if that meant...
Leon was sitting down in the living room couch, hunched over... waiting for... something. Definitely not pleasant. And he was right. Nicole had brought over her laptop, and placed it in the center table before him.

On the screen, a video. She hit play and the sounds of whizzing bullets passed the soldier recording were heard along with the sudden screams of the enemy, as missiles rained down from the sky and turned into thick orange smoke that filled the forest, making the soldier remark on it in a... very colorful speech. But his description said it all. The way the enemy fell... as if they were being torn apart by angry wasps, their skin seemingly melted off their bodies as their cells began to die at a rapid rate. Leon perked his head slightly...
"Turn it off..." he murmured.

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"I did it to protect the Empire..." Again, Leon was murmuring, still with his head laid low. He couldn't face her.
"Doctor Constantine handled the tests... They were criminals... they deserved it..." The hate behind that last line was notable. As if Leon had something personal against... whatever unfortunate soul was caught up in what the SA and other nations would regard as unethical experiments. Leon took a deep breath.
"You were not supposed to know about this..."

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Nicole could feel Leon tense up.
"They deserved it... each one of them. They deserved how they died. It was punishment done on Earth... by me." He turned slightly. "I watched them die. Justice was made."
Leonnarte had a habit of speaking in phrases, normally them being metaphors. Unless he was agitated, which included the former and sometimes incoherent sentences, like now.
"If I cancel the program.... the Empire will be at risk. Do you know how many nations would see us under their yoke? Can't you see that I am doing this for the good of New Wondour, Nicole? And for..." He paused.... "and for justice..." That change in demeanor at the end reminded her of that nightmare that seemed to have no end. It reminded her of Phillipe. Somehow, she had a feeling the two had more in common that she would like to admit. But Leonnarte wasn't a psychopath... he was... in his mind, doing the right thing.

The ends justify the means, so the saying goes....

Svyrig wrote:

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Nicole clenched her fists and clamped her teeth in frustration. She mimicked him, "Do you know how many nations would see us under their yoke? " She growled, "And what would the rest of the world think when we show them how scared the Empire is that someone might think its below them? Then you would be known as weak. "

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Leonnarte stood up abruptly, grabbing Nicole's wrists, gripping them in a way that was sure to leave a mark later. They were now behind the sofa, near the balcony. Face to face... but this time, Leon looked infuriated like she had said something that had sent him though the limit.
"You wouldn't...." He growled, almost sounding like a vicious animal, referencing she saying how she could expose the Empire with the video.

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Pierre stood at the massive door, the members of his guard shifting uneasily in their knee-high black boots, their ceremonial spur chains clinking occasionally. The Emperor of New wondour had cordially invited him, as Foreign Trade Minister of Elicitatem to discuss developing trade relations between the two countries. Elicitatem was a relatively small country, and was beginning to struggle in the conquest of northern territories, and needed a trade relation with one of the most powerful nations in the geographic region. Pierre glanced back at his guards, who were now looking up at the extremely elaborately decorated ceiling, nearly 70 metres away. He certainly knows haw to intimidate his guests, thought Pierre, who was unconsciously comparing the entry hall to the one he knew so well back in Astana, which was undergoing renovations. He could hear footsteps on the other side of the door, as did his guards, who in uniform formation, stiffened and clicked their heels, their long modified SKS rifles clicking against chains and buckles. Pierre held his breath as the massive doors opened.

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Pierre stood at the massive door, the members of his guard shifting uneasily in their knee-high black boots, their ceremonial spur chains clinking occasionally. The Emperor of New wondour had cordially invited him, as Foreign Trade Minister of Elicitatem to discuss developing trade relations between the two countries. Elicitatem was a relatively small country, and was beginning to struggle in the conquest of northern territories, and needed a trade relation with one of the most powerful nations in the geographic region. Pierre glanced back at his guards, who were now looking up at the extremely elaborately decorated ceiling, nearly 70 metres away. He certainly knows haw to intimidate his guests, thought Pierre, who was unconsciously comparing the entry hall to the one he knew so well back in Astana, which was undergoing renovations. He could hear footsteps on the other side of the door, as did his guards, who in uniform formation, stiffened and clicked their heels, their long modified SKS rifles clicking against chains and buckles. Pierre held his breath as the massive doors opened.

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Leonnarte had recently returned from his sudden visit to Scandinavia ti meet with Nicole. Today he was in the capital of Vienna. In these late months of the year, Austria province became cold, and like it was tradition for the monarchs of the late 20th century New Wondour, they would move to Shonbrunn Palace, a much larger version than their official residence or Hofburg. Leonnarte preferred his home in Salzburg, however this meeting was official, and Shonbrunn would be its setting. Even on his way here, he had arranged everything to receive the foreign minister from Elicitatem.

The first meeting would take place in one of the palace's drawing rooms. It was large enough to fit the press, and themselves for a small public showing. Even when the foreign minister wasn't the leader of Elicitatem proper, the two would sit side by side in decorated chairs, moved slightly to the side so the two officials could converse without any "neck injuries". Behind them, were the flags of the two countries, and a single members of their honor guard standing by their side. A symbol of ensured security... and partial mistrust between the sides.

Between camera flashes, and click, Leonnarte wearing a completely black suit (a sign of his "eccentricity" which other leaders seemingly shunned him for) and a pin with the owl that so characterized New Wondour. Filmed on live television, the two officials walked the Shonbrunn vestibule after briefly shaking hands and smiling at the entrance. Walking side by side, Leon had some time for a brief conversation with the foreign minister before they arrived at the drawing room to begin "public" talks.

"Welcome to Vienna, Minister Pierre. I hope your trip here was pleasant." It was small talk... however, in the world of geopolitics even what seemed like informal idle chatter could be the difference between a deal and a no deal. On the other hand, this was a way for Leonnarte to... measure people. See what approach to take... For Pierre, Leonnarte was a young man, who seemed to be carefully standing between the lines of looking male and female. Though how his hair was arranged, it made it more apparent that he truly was male. He also had a notable slim yet tall figure, standing at 6"1'. Finally, his blue eyes, a mark of his European origins, seemed to be one of his defining features. They almost looked like pearls. Unnatural in a way... And the way he occasionally gazed at the minister with a sly smile that seemed to denote both welcome and suspicion.