In the 3rd hour, all of us hold our breath and stare at our death workmates. We all hope the mystic words will bring us miracles. Suddenly, 2 of them begin to twitch, more and more quickly, more and more radical. They are Uta and Creamy. Uta is a short strong boy, who often keep silent in his normal time, even when everybody is chatting. He has a pair of sharp big eyes.Whenever we observed him by stealth during our leisure time, he would find out very soon, and then stare back into our eyes, as he can detect our innermost thoughts. Miss Creamy is a gentle girl, ordinary as a stalk of grass, no one has ever expect that she has also the miracle immortal body.
Both of them twitch ceaselessly, their trembling lips is still as pale as before, and the white part of their eyes reveal from time to time. Robert walked towards them, trying to touch these bodies. His hands touch the shoulder of Uta, and suddenly, Uta seizes his arms tightly and cries,"You deathful killer, let's come to an end!" His eyes are still half open, so he hasn't recovered his conciousness. However, this is the greatest miracle we have ever met in our whole lives. Several hours ago they are still cold stiff ashes!
Nevertheless, their bodies are still cold and a little bit stiff. Obviously they seems to be lack of energies, that can be proved by their black rim of eyes and faltering standing postures. After they recovered their sense, we all cluster round them, to the top of our bent fondle their arms, legs, and shoulders. We never feel them so heartily as in this moment, they just like our relatives, coming back from the crucial war.
" I had a dream, I was at the space between the human world and death world. I feel so painful all parts of my body. At the top of my head it is the world of human beings, I can see many bottom of the buildings and people's running feet; whereas at the bottom of my foot is the death world, and I can see the ugly ghost heads. Around me there are many people, among them I see some painter of our studio. Then the judge of death come, he is a tall and strong man, I was not able to see clearly his face, cause it is hided in the shadow of his headgear. He summoned us to come with him. We all involuntarily walked towards him, although none of us would prefer to die. Suddenly I heard the imprecation read by Ms. Catherin, and began to control myself not to be close to the death judge. Finally I waked up to see the human beings' world again." Utan described his amazing experiment in community of life and death intermittently.
" A few people of us has the immortal bodies, and they are really lucky," said Anderson," Because no matter how many times they are murdered by our enemies, they will still come back to life from death, if only there is the imprecation existing."
" What is this book?" "Who write it?" "Does it mean that anyone has immortal body will survive in the world forever?" We elbow our way through and push others aside, for we are really too curious about reviving.
Anderson is a little bit impatient, so he doesn't answer very straightly and detailedly. He just tell us, only a few people, around 5 per cent, will be able to own the immortal bodies. This specifically function comes into being at the time a person was born. There're only 3 books in the world owned by 3 excellent leaders of revolution, including Catherin, and these books were left by leaders of last generation, once being the religious leaders. They expanded their forces by give new birth to very sick patients, giving enormous publicity to poor people about the real god. In this generation, maybe for they have already win the trust of people, and also want to protect their books, only old people in the revolution organization know about the predecessor of themysterious organization.
We move to another district-- Poe District. In this area many branches of our organization are distributed. Nevertheless, the most important reason for moving here is that, there is a formal art museum for revolution which is invested by the middle class of our organization. For it's a private one, and the establishment of it is the strong aspiration of people, for 10 years it is still standing at the center of the Poe district. For us, who are the loyal vulnerable group of our organization, it is quite an optimal dwelling place of refuge. Therefore we choose a new office near to the museum as our temporary department.
Experiencing so many disasters, at the 1st day we moved into the new office rent by all our staffs, I would like to have a breath of fresh air very eagerly, so I walk onto the street. The atmosphere in the street is quite different from what I have expected. It is somewhat cold and cheerless, clean without even a little bit dust. Only a few people are walking slowly on the street. None of them wear colorful clothes, moreover, they are similar to funeral clothes. When they pass me, they glance at me quickly with astonishment, and then they still remain their serious expression with their mouths tensed.There's almost no car in the road. In the buildings on the side of the road I can't find any figures, neither do I see any lights on.
Although I have breathed enough fresh air, I even more depress than before with my workmates. I think of why do I choose to take part in the revolution activities. If I still keep on painting the postcards, I will have earned little bit money with no danger aside me at all times. Maybe it's just a whim to rebel the order of the world and try to change it's sequence. The consistent efforts have once brought me much sense of honor, making me feel standing at the top of the world. People grant us much respect and support, and the government hate us to the core, all these things give me unprecedented pleasure. However, the crucial suppress has cost many lives of our friends. We can only helplessly watch them dying miserably, connecting in our mind that we may share the same fate with them, and may meet them again very soon in the heaven.
However, I never regret for the determination originally, and I will never withdraw from the event I have taken part in.
when I am considering my fate, I sensitively realize that there are 2 men in black tracing me all the way. I can't just turn around and interrogate them, for I find my great fault: I have worn my working clothes to the street! So everyone can find my status in the society! I am very scared about this, the 2 men put their hands in pockets, there maybe a gun inside the pocket. I walk faster and faster, walk cross many roads, turn around in lots of corners, but finally I am still traced by them, their footsteps are louder and louder.
What can I do then? No one is going to save me, for so few people on the road. If they take an action on me at the shelter in the corner of the road, no one will find it. Therefore I had to rely on myself. There accumulates much dark clouds in the sky, and faintly there's the sound of thunder, on the street the light is dim, it's hard for me to breathe.
Then I suddenly scamper, with my fastest speed. Those two men began to run either, and I know if we keep on running, I will be caught up very soon. I have to find a place where they can not do anything harmful to me.
It begins to rain. the big raindrop hit my face, but I can not feel it, the horrible sensation afflicts me so much, that I feel no matter what surround me are revolving. The road is stretching, the buildings are shaking, and the footsteps of 3 people echo for many times. after a few seconds I heard the bullets whistle from my side, so I can't wait but run into the most safe place of this district-- the museum.
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