Maxey
Spy
- Joined
- Jul 2, 2003
- Messages
- 123
- Reaction score
- 1
Before we start, get this site ready and set to Portuguese to English translation, you'll need it.
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A dim light entered through the darkness while a painful silence marked the score. A fuzzy image of what seemed to be a human face started to enter the scene. As that image commenced to sharpen, pain made its debut. Suddenly a strong ringing echoed through the head. The world was shaking all around. As the face became more clear and the ringing started to fade, a sudden urge invaded the mind. A primitve urge for survival. And then, even more suddenly then that, all the senses came back at once and the result was painful. The spectators were suspended and everyone expected the resolution for the cliffhanger. And then it all became clear. A brown and red sky invaded the eyes. The air was hot and heavy, and smelled of ashes. Loud cracks were going off all around. It felt like chaos. The piece was a tragedy and the main star wasn't happy.
- Maria! Are you ok?
It sounded like a man talking.
- Maria? Is everything ok?
The man seemed to be talking to her, but she didn't understand what he was saying.
- Maria, can you hear me?
She looked at him but didn't say anything. Who was that man and what was he saying?
- It's me, Jack.
The man was definitely talking to her. Maybe he was trying to help.
- Onde estou? - she said, weakly.
The man drew a confused look on his face.
- What? Say that louder!
She wasn't still understanding him.
- Onde raio estou?
The man seemed to be even more puzzled.
- Why are you talking in Portuguese?
Did he said portuguese?
- Sim, sou Portuguesa!
The man then stood up. She tried to move, but a strong pain in the back paralysed her movements. A scream of pain escaped from her throat.
- Don't move! I'll take you out of there.
The man then turned to another two men nearby.
- Hey, you two. I need a hand here!
The two men ran towards him.
- Quick! We have to take her out of here before they come back!
Then the three men grabbed her and lifted her from the ground. Suddenly the pain started to fade away.
- You're a lucky lady, Maria! You've just survived a grenade blast! - said one of the men.
What kind of strange language was that? Does anyone speaks her language around there?
- Não vos entendo...
- What? - asked the other man.
The first man then said.
- I don't know what's happening, I tried to talk to her but she didn't seem to understand what I was saying. And to makes things worse, she's now talking Portuguese.
That word again. Does he know she is portuguese?
- Where's her brother Carlos? - asked one of the men.
Carlos? Were they talking about her brother?
- Carlos! Onde é que ele está? - she asked, nervously.
- Stay calm Maria! We're going to find Carlos. Just stay calm and don't move.
But who were they? And where was Carlos? Where was she?
- Larguem-me! Onde está o meu irmão?!
She struggled to get off, but another wave of pain forced her to stop.
- God damn! Stay quiet Maria! Don't make this any worse for you! - shouted the first man.
- Carlos! Carlos! Onde estás! Vem ajudar-me! - the screams echoed back to her.
- Maria! Estou aqui! - the voice was coming from behind.
It was Carlos! The familiar voice was like a balm to her pain. A violent stream of tears ran from her eyes. Then the familar face showed up.
- Maria, estás bem? Que te aconteceu? - then he turned to one of the men - What happened to her?
He too was talking the strange language. What the hell was going on?
- She just survived a grenade blast! - the man seemed to be concerned - But I think she hurt her back badly.
Carlos was concerned too.
- Damn... Maria, vais ficar bem, prometo! Mas não te podes mexer, as tuas costas podem estar seriamente feridas.
- Carlos, o que é que me aconteceu? - she was starting to get sleepy.
- Eu explico depois. Precisas de descansar.
The world started to shake again and all the sounds were getting softer.
And then darkness covered her eyes once again.
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Chapter 1
A dim light entered through the darkness while a painful silence marked the score. A fuzzy image of what seemed to be a human face started to enter the scene. As that image commenced to sharpen, pain made its debut. Suddenly a strong ringing echoed through the head. The world was shaking all around. As the face became more clear and the ringing started to fade, a sudden urge invaded the mind. A primitve urge for survival. And then, even more suddenly then that, all the senses came back at once and the result was painful. The spectators were suspended and everyone expected the resolution for the cliffhanger. And then it all became clear. A brown and red sky invaded the eyes. The air was hot and heavy, and smelled of ashes. Loud cracks were going off all around. It felt like chaos. The piece was a tragedy and the main star wasn't happy.
- Maria! Are you ok?
It sounded like a man talking.
- Maria? Is everything ok?
The man seemed to be talking to her, but she didn't understand what he was saying.
- Maria, can you hear me?
She looked at him but didn't say anything. Who was that man and what was he saying?
- It's me, Jack.
The man was definitely talking to her. Maybe he was trying to help.
- Onde estou? - she said, weakly.
The man drew a confused look on his face.
- What? Say that louder!
She wasn't still understanding him.
- Onde raio estou?
The man seemed to be even more puzzled.
- Why are you talking in Portuguese?
Did he said portuguese?
- Sim, sou Portuguesa!
The man then stood up. She tried to move, but a strong pain in the back paralysed her movements. A scream of pain escaped from her throat.
- Don't move! I'll take you out of there.
The man then turned to another two men nearby.
- Hey, you two. I need a hand here!
The two men ran towards him.
- Quick! We have to take her out of here before they come back!
Then the three men grabbed her and lifted her from the ground. Suddenly the pain started to fade away.
- You're a lucky lady, Maria! You've just survived a grenade blast! - said one of the men.
What kind of strange language was that? Does anyone speaks her language around there?
- Não vos entendo...
- What? - asked the other man.
The first man then said.
- I don't know what's happening, I tried to talk to her but she didn't seem to understand what I was saying. And to makes things worse, she's now talking Portuguese.
That word again. Does he know she is portuguese?
- Where's her brother Carlos? - asked one of the men.
Carlos? Were they talking about her brother?
- Carlos! Onde é que ele está? - she asked, nervously.
- Stay calm Maria! We're going to find Carlos. Just stay calm and don't move.
But who were they? And where was Carlos? Where was she?
- Larguem-me! Onde está o meu irmão?!
She struggled to get off, but another wave of pain forced her to stop.
- God damn! Stay quiet Maria! Don't make this any worse for you! - shouted the first man.
- Carlos! Carlos! Onde estás! Vem ajudar-me! - the screams echoed back to her.
- Maria! Estou aqui! - the voice was coming from behind.
It was Carlos! The familiar voice was like a balm to her pain. A violent stream of tears ran from her eyes. Then the familar face showed up.
- Maria, estás bem? Que te aconteceu? - then he turned to one of the men - What happened to her?
He too was talking the strange language. What the hell was going on?
- She just survived a grenade blast! - the man seemed to be concerned - But I think she hurt her back badly.
Carlos was concerned too.
- Damn... Maria, vais ficar bem, prometo! Mas não te podes mexer, as tuas costas podem estar seriamente feridas.
- Carlos, o que é que me aconteceu? - she was starting to get sleepy.
- Eu explico depois. Precisas de descansar.
The world started to shake again and all the sounds were getting softer.
And then darkness covered her eyes once again.