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TOPIC: A Treasure Among Treasures.

Stealing Salvation

Oh the Humanity!

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Date: May 31, 2009

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It had been irking him. Waiting out the man he'd taken his orders from, that set up everything. His stunt in St. Peters Square didn't ring well in the mans ears, and he seemed to drop his protege like he was last weeks meatloaf. He barely even made contact, and when he did it was strickly business. About this dig or that one. Checking up on all the boring crap that he knew further played at Aidens addiction. Old bastard. Evil Indiana Jones fucker... Well, whats one of the most commonly known rules about psychotically driven criminals? They returned to the scene of the crime. Not being Aidens style, what was the next best thing? It was a collection. It worked well too, as he would sometimes steal an item and the buyer would foolishly back out of the sale. Thereby giving Aiden his collection. Never had he really found a need to visit his stash, other then pulling out an item and selling it. But as it were, stealing this and that, here and there, wasn't cutting it. So why not reminesce? Going so far as to buy a plane ticket. To where? It was a secret. But to prying eyes the plane ticket read London. And after that he simply rented a car. The drive from there? Well, that was the real secret. It was a decent drive too, to get out of the city. The small ring of theives had a few of these places. A few back in the States, a few in Europe. It was actualy quite often that after a media frenzy, the fat cat that wanted to buy their most precious object backed out in fear of later persecution. Aiden didn't mind, as his payoff was simply getting the job done, and those involved saw it as money in the bank. Blue LED light of his rented 2009 BMW M3 lit the way as he slowly moved up the long, one lane drive. And soon those lights would shine upon one door of a three door garage. The actual house was off in the darkness some distance. It was a summer home. Aiden had actually live there for some time while he...studied at one of Londons prestigious universities. After that, the so called Evil Indy would use it when he was in Europe, but for the most part...it was storage... The door quietly closed and darkness took the area, though, soon after Aiden pulled a small flashlight out. He moved towards the front of that sleek little car, casting light downard. There was a large padlock keeping the garage door closed, which he would unlock, and a second one on the other side. All three were locked the same, but he only needed to open this one. It was after the second lock that hed move to the center of the door and lift it manually, stretching his arm upward top open it fully. And then he just stood there, the small beam from his flashlight shining in. Most of it was covered with dust protectors, but there were a few non descript chests here and there. It really looked like furnature and such, just waiting to be used. But that was on the outside. Beneath the surface was where value, or possibly invalue, lied. Stoic was his face. But he was laughing on the inside. A hand lifted to run though his lightly gelled hair. He was all dressed up and looking much older then he casually did. After all, aside from having the cash, they didn't just rent new BMWs out to anyone. And so he'd worn one of his better fitting suits. Minus the coat. As his hand lowered, almost fell to his side, he started into the garage, only to turn and pull it closed. He planned on being there through the night. And why not? Where was he to be that was so important? Right here baby. With his various treasures. The proverbial sniff of many a successful panty raid. His inner laughter was brought on by the fact that all he had to do was open a few locks and lift a garage door...And now he was walking among the priceless. Flashlight darted around. Aiden knew what was beneath each cloth. To him it stank of the Renaissance. Among the notables: Original writings by Descartes, Machiavelli and da Vinci. Various small sculpture, such as one by the infamous Cellini. There was even a table said to have been used by Shakespeare. It was often that the most famous works went without a buyer... He even had a couple of lesser known Picassos (a terrible place for such pantings). All mixed in with a bunch of what Aiden called...garbage. One mans trash? If he hadn't stolen most of it, to him it really would have been worthless. After all, he spent his time begrudingly learning about all this crap just to keep a nice cover for his thrill... This was just a walk in the park. At the moment he'd had no desire to uncover and play with anything. He simply walked through the maze of illgotten goods. One could not look to the future, so he looked into the past. He'd replay his greatest heists as he moved by all of his loot...The raping of many a private collection, the careful and calculated pilaging of many a museum. he'd let a soft sigh, then turned abruptly... His flahslight seemed to instantly find a small wooden chest. As if he'd been looking for it the whole time. For a few still moments the light held, as Aiden wondered what exactly was in that chest. Quite suddenly he was filled with the urge to find it, and without having the knowledge of what 'it' was, he moved forward. Light would be placed between his teeth as he kneeled infront of it, hands moving to release the latches that held the top closed. It opened with a slight creak, and those arms simply moved to his sides. It was full of...junk. Trinkets and nicknacks from days of old. Practice really. But nothing on top was calling out to him...so he started to dig... "What the fuck am I looking for?" It was not a rhetorical question. He truly wished it to be answered...And unfortunately for him it would... With one good shove he uncovered it. Part of it. A small, dark brown nub sticking out from beneath a powder case owned by Queen Mary the Second. Aiden froze a moment as he looked at it. Was this what he was looking for? It was. And it beckoned him to grab hold of it. To uncover what was hidden beneath. Reluctantly he reached out to grab it, his other hand plucking the flashlight from his mouth. From the pile of junk he pulled out...a thick stick. Of course, it was no ordinary stick. The bottom inch or two was quite smooth, despite age. The rest of it was covered with various symbols, possibly writings that he could not understand. At the top, incorportaed with a few of these symbols, were a few inlayed stones. Quartz crystal, in various colors. Then off the top was a small, braided leathers string. So stiff and old it nearly retained the shape it held buried in the chest. And it would have, save for the stone wrapped in the end of it. He remembered it. It was from some occultists collection. What he did know about it was that it was said to have been in Aleister Crowleys collection at the time of his death. The funny thing was it was an easy steal, no one much heard about the theft, but they never heard from the buyer after they'd carried the order out. So it was tossed in this box... Thats when his mind went quiet. Slowly his head would lift, eyes widening as his gaze held stone fast.. His throat surged as he gave a loud, forceful gulp, his hand begining to shake...The shaking was his own doing, but in that moment he'd become quite fearful...Deep within his mind, things were happening. He could hear voices gently whispering in tongues that hadn't been uttered in centuries. He could feel life around him, growing and thriving. He could feel the Earth spinning on its axis. He could feel the Moon orbiting about the Earth, the Earth about the Sun, and likewise the Suns slow orbit around the center of the Milky Way. He felt planets near and far and he truly felt the invisible force that tied it all together, both gravitational and magnetic. The cosmos unfolded, all within the confines of his skull. His shaking had become unbearable, and tears from an unknown source welled up in his eyes...It was then he let out a scream, a cry for help as he fell back and pushed himself away. He droped both his flashlight and the strange little stick, and even though the back wall of the garage was now illuminated, his eyes peirced the darkness to hold on that small artifact... After a few moments of silence, he let out another cry and scrambled to his feet. He would be leaving, very quickly. He climbed, knocked, and trampled over anything in his path, all the while letting out groans of terror...His feeble mind had quite literally been blown and it was desperately trying to put itself back together. Even so, he knew exactly where his hand needed to be to lift the garage door, and with one quick shove it was fully ripped open...And then he just stood there, looking out... He could feel the heat of the sun beating down on his face, hear the sound of birds chirping, and the gentle sway of wind through the trees. He hadn't spent more then twenty minutes inside. Surely the afternoon sun was just an illusion...His jaw was agape, his eyes still wide. The tears running down his cheaks didn't quite fit the expression, but nothing at all seemed to fit...He didn't remember taking any drugs...maybe it was mold... He stood there for quite some time, head slightly lifted upward, eyes holding to the blue sky as clouds inched their way across it. The tears on his face were long dry before he even thought of moving, and when he finally did, all he did, was slowly turn around to peer into the garage. Sanity was creeping slowly back into his mind, thought, it remained quiet and still. There was one question. Just one. And for the moment the answer might as well have been the meaning of life... What now? -- Edited by Ariadne on Sunday 7th of June 2009 11:03:47 AM __________________

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