Post by bauerreloaded on Feb 11, 2018 16:56:37 GMT
#BAUERRELOADED [INTRO]
Put your black dress on and visit my bones.
If anyone would have told her she would return to this place one more time, she would have laughed. But Nora didn’t feel like laughing right now. If anything she felt a weird mixture of excitement and anxiety.
The last time her feet had touched Panama’s earth felt like a different life. Or to be more exact -- a movie she wouldn’t watch. A story about power hungry men corrupting a young life. Pushing her into a direction she would have never chosen for herself. But on the other hand the choices were minimal. Panama was not Europe, hell it wasn’t even America. If you didn’t have the money, you didn’t have anything.
First lesson.
So why return now? Why open all the wounds that took a lifetime to heal. For closure. Nora Bauer was a fictional figure. An alter ego if anything. A chance for a life that already seemed forsaken. There still was the hint of another female that once lived inside of her. Kristine Kiehl. The always so serious and dangerous Hitwoman. The girl they would send for the delicate jobs. Or at least that was how they sold it to her. And for a long time she ate out of their hands -- like a good dog would.
Your violence was a symphony.
But if you kick a dog often enough, it will stop barking and eventually bite. Patience was the virtue that so many people didn’t have. Another reason why the world slowly would riot with a rotten grin on its face.
I’d rather laugh with the sinners, than cry with the saints. ~ Billy Joel
Ever entered a city and had the feeling you never left? Yeah? Good. That was what Nora felt when her plane touched down. Her stomach turning upside down which wasn’t the pilots fault -- although he really sucked at his job. Her eyes scanned over the airport for several moments. It pretty much felt like the reunion with an old lover. The one where you noticed they had changed over the years. Probably even gotten a boob and nose job -- but underneath they were still the same dirty, old bitch. This was home. And while her mind knew that fully well -- her heart rejected.
Home is where the heart is.
What a funny thought. A loving heart. A beating heart. A vulnerable heart. For almost a decade she was busy building walls around it. Thick and strong. And it worked so well -- till he appeared on the horizon. Graham. A soft smile appeared on her face when her thoughts drifted towards the buff guy with the sheepish grin. Not that many people ever saw it or managed to tell anyone about it. He wasn’t planned. Their connection wasn’t something she foresaw. And with all that figured it was double as hard to not tell him everything.
He fell for Nora. Not Kristine.
As if in trance she had left the plan and walked through the big airport, hardly paying attention to the rest of the world. At least not until someone touched her shoulder, causing her defensive mode to kick in. She whirled around looking into a familiar face. A man in his late sixties smiled at her. He was dressed way better than in her memory. A fine suit combined with expensive shoes.
“I see you have done well for yourself, Geovanni.”
“Would you look at yourself, Kristine. You have outgrown my wildest expectations.” His thick accent brought a smile to her face.
“Nora. Remember?”
He scratched the back of his head. For a split second he looked like a teenage boy that had been caught looking through adult magazines. Probably to feel less awkward he reached out to grab her bag, pushing her towards the exit area.
“I was surprised to receive your message. You changed all our lives back then before you vanished forever. The police didn’t even bother to investigate or look for you?”
“I wouldn’t put it like that. But they kept looking for sixteen year old Kristine Kiehl. Daughter to Fernando and Amelia. And her they couldn’t find. That girl died in there with Rodriguez and his man.” She made a small pause when the walked past the security. “Was the money enough to build up the village again? Away from all the scum?”
He laughed out. “Enough? He had enough to build a new factory and a school. My youngest daughter had the wedding of her dreams… she should be around your age.”
Yeah. She was. When she was still part of the cartel she would envy the young girls. They maybe weren’t rich and had to play in the dirt -- but at least they were free. There was someone waiting for them at home, caring. But that was then. They spent a few moments in silence till both sat inside the rented car. There was folk music playing in the background, quietly. His focus rested on the bumpy street, which she was thankful for.
“Did they ever cause you any problems again?”
“They tried for a little while, but quickly realised that there was nothing left to take. And with Panama changing, they moved to bigger areas. Here and there they would drive through our village -- but without causing real trouble. Times have changed, pumpkin. We are standing up for ourselves, as a unit.” He looked over. “Are you sure you wanna go there? It is not much more than an empty battlefield… .”
“This has nothing to do with what I want. It is what I personally need to move on in this life.”
Nora’s voice was calm and collected. Obviously he gotten the hint because he wouldn’t keep nagging. With every sign they came closer to their destination -- her stomach once more starting a battle. From afar she spotted the leftovers of a once epic mansion. Nora swallowed hard when he stopped in front of the gate. Well, the broken metal pieces of a gate.
“I can come with… .”
“No.” She answered quickly. “I mean, no thank you.”
She opened the door and for the first time noticed that her hand was shaky. Something rather untypical for her. To calm herself down she would clench them both in fists, beginning to walk down the wild path. In front of her inner eye she remembered the glory of this place. All the stone figures on the way to the house, the beautiful flowers that would bloom till late fall.
Nothing but memories.
Her steps kept dragging her closer to the ruin and the half rotten entrance door. It was bizarre that everything else had crashed down but the massive door was still intact. The years had taken its toll, but it was still there. Like a mocking kid she would kick against it, grinning. Of course it didn’t move but the satisfaction was still there.
“I guess he was right. No one's gonna take down that door.”
Nora was putting her hand inside her pocket to pull out a small golden bracelet. Having it rest in her palm -- it seemed so small. It was a fine piece of work done by one of Panama’s most famous goldsmith’s at the time. A small smaragd green K worked into the metal. A constant reminder of who she was and where she was coming from.
“Goodbye Kristine Kiehl. May your afterlife be filled with more joy.”
One last glance at the jewelry before she threw it far into the ruin. She didn’t bother waiting to see where it landed. Instead she turned around walking down the same path that lead her here. She was no one that believed in fate or karma. All her life she wanted proof for everything -- answers. But not today. For the first time in 29 years there was something like peace.
And what is the really scary thought.
Structure was everything. She was one of those perfectionists that often enough redid every little thing a thousand times. It had to fit the image created in her mind. It was a gift as much as it was a curse. If you expected this much of yourself -- how were other people able to live up to you? Every now and then Graham would slow her down. Or better said, he had to. She was pushing the clients towards the edge and sometimes a little further.
But today was different. Nora had gotten to early to the gym to enjoy the silence. Unlocking the door it felt like a new day. No matter how much you cleaned the rooms there was always something staying back. The hint of sweat still lingering in the air. When she went to open the windows she noticed something moving behind her. Or maybe it was more a gut feeling. Turning around she was ready to jump the intruder -- but was stopped in her movement.
“The fuck… .”
The blonde in front of her stood there with an emotionless expression, which was an expression if you give a second thought, her arms folded in front of her chest. Dressed up in black leather pants with perfectly suited a dark red top. The long, blonde hair was tied into a messy bun. Her whole attitude was frightening -- or would have been if Nora didn’t know the person.
Shannon Summers.
“Is that a way to greet a friend, Nora? I didn’t remember teaching you rudeness, but I like it.” She winked at her former protege, not moving otherwise. “I heard a few rumours here and there. Terrifying rumours.”
A thousand thoughts rushed through Nora’s mind but she wouldn’t show any reaction on the outside. Shannon liked to play games and would have been disappointed if she just gave in. Instead she went to mimic her mentor, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“You did? They can’t be about me, pretty. You know nothing interesting ever happens in my life. I am just good old Nora.”
“But what about Kristine?” A dark laughter echoed in the room. “Just kidding. But nonetheless I hear about a signing. With a hardcore themed place. By one of my most promising students that fucked up her knee in cage match. And here I stand thinking: Has mentioned student lost her freaking mind?”
Everyone that knew Shannon was aware that she had zero patience. That didn’t just go for the business but her private life too. If it had been up to her -- her first kid would have popped out around fifth month. Seeing her shifting her weight from one foot to the other told a tale. Nora had a hard time not laughing.
“What a dumb bitch that girl must be. I mean that injury was said to be career ending. They even told her to stop working out as much. You didn’t train a very clever girl.”
“Au contraire! She is smarter than most people I know -- including myself. What she is lacking though is common sense. You don’t waltz into a party without a plan. Or knowing who you have to bang to get free drinks.” Another smile. “So, crazy bitch, what is your plan?”
They kept looking at each other before one eventually burst out laughing. Much to her own surprise it was Shannon. The blonde stepped forward giving her a brief hug before raising her eyebrow.
“Do you have any idea how long I have waited to see you return? I expected it to happen a lot earlier but like usually you decided to be a stubborn ass. I am a little disappointed though you didn’t call me and say: Told you so, cunt.”
“Calm your horses, angel. I have only signed the papers and had to come clean in my head. But yeah, New Jersey is the destination.”
Shannon shuddered playfully. “Be sure to always have disinfection in your bag, the stories I could tell you… .”
“Thanks. But no thanks.”
“Is the big fellah tagging along? Can’t have you eaten by the wolves... Oh wait, you are the wolf in most bedtime stories. Number one rule, you can’t shoot them if they piss you off. Noted?”
“I am not that girl anymore, Shannon.” She made a small pause. “I have paid my dues and moved on to a better life. I would appreciate though if you didn’t spill the news to the public eye. I have to divide between two lives.”
Without warning she got punched into the shoulder. Hard.
“Who am I? I hate social media. I despise journalists. So untwist your panties and remember who you are talking to. I merley came here to wish you the best of luck, even if you don’t need it. I wanna see the Nora Bauer that walked into that gym a decade back -- bumping heads with whoever stood in the way. The one that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. But most of all, the girl that lived for the moment and the excitement a single punch can create.”
“You got it. I can feel the itch in my knuckles like a broken hallelujah.”
Shannon nodded briefly before turning around. Nothing unexpected in the mind of Nora. She would appear whenever she pleased -- and vanish just as quick. She had almost reached the door when looking over her shoulder. The devilish grin fully intact.
“And you are wrong. You will always be that girl.”
FINAL.
Put your black dress on and visit my bones.
If anyone would have told her she would return to this place one more time, she would have laughed. But Nora didn’t feel like laughing right now. If anything she felt a weird mixture of excitement and anxiety.
The last time her feet had touched Panama’s earth felt like a different life. Or to be more exact -- a movie she wouldn’t watch. A story about power hungry men corrupting a young life. Pushing her into a direction she would have never chosen for herself. But on the other hand the choices were minimal. Panama was not Europe, hell it wasn’t even America. If you didn’t have the money, you didn’t have anything.
First lesson.
So why return now? Why open all the wounds that took a lifetime to heal. For closure. Nora Bauer was a fictional figure. An alter ego if anything. A chance for a life that already seemed forsaken. There still was the hint of another female that once lived inside of her. Kristine Kiehl. The always so serious and dangerous Hitwoman. The girl they would send for the delicate jobs. Or at least that was how they sold it to her. And for a long time she ate out of their hands -- like a good dog would.
Your violence was a symphony.
But if you kick a dog often enough, it will stop barking and eventually bite. Patience was the virtue that so many people didn’t have. Another reason why the world slowly would riot with a rotten grin on its face.
I’d rather laugh with the sinners, than cry with the saints. ~ Billy Joel
ON/OFF camera ~ AT YOUR SERVICE
Panama City, Panama
07/21/2017
07/21/2017
Ever entered a city and had the feeling you never left? Yeah? Good. That was what Nora felt when her plane touched down. Her stomach turning upside down which wasn’t the pilots fault -- although he really sucked at his job. Her eyes scanned over the airport for several moments. It pretty much felt like the reunion with an old lover. The one where you noticed they had changed over the years. Probably even gotten a boob and nose job -- but underneath they were still the same dirty, old bitch. This was home. And while her mind knew that fully well -- her heart rejected.
Home is where the heart is.
What a funny thought. A loving heart. A beating heart. A vulnerable heart. For almost a decade she was busy building walls around it. Thick and strong. And it worked so well -- till he appeared on the horizon. Graham. A soft smile appeared on her face when her thoughts drifted towards the buff guy with the sheepish grin. Not that many people ever saw it or managed to tell anyone about it. He wasn’t planned. Their connection wasn’t something she foresaw. And with all that figured it was double as hard to not tell him everything.
He fell for Nora. Not Kristine.
As if in trance she had left the plan and walked through the big airport, hardly paying attention to the rest of the world. At least not until someone touched her shoulder, causing her defensive mode to kick in. She whirled around looking into a familiar face. A man in his late sixties smiled at her. He was dressed way better than in her memory. A fine suit combined with expensive shoes.
“I see you have done well for yourself, Geovanni.”
“Would you look at yourself, Kristine. You have outgrown my wildest expectations.” His thick accent brought a smile to her face.
“Nora. Remember?”
He scratched the back of his head. For a split second he looked like a teenage boy that had been caught looking through adult magazines. Probably to feel less awkward he reached out to grab her bag, pushing her towards the exit area.
“I was surprised to receive your message. You changed all our lives back then before you vanished forever. The police didn’t even bother to investigate or look for you?”
“I wouldn’t put it like that. But they kept looking for sixteen year old Kristine Kiehl. Daughter to Fernando and Amelia. And her they couldn’t find. That girl died in there with Rodriguez and his man.” She made a small pause when the walked past the security. “Was the money enough to build up the village again? Away from all the scum?”
He laughed out. “Enough? He had enough to build a new factory and a school. My youngest daughter had the wedding of her dreams… she should be around your age.”
Yeah. She was. When she was still part of the cartel she would envy the young girls. They maybe weren’t rich and had to play in the dirt -- but at least they were free. There was someone waiting for them at home, caring. But that was then. They spent a few moments in silence till both sat inside the rented car. There was folk music playing in the background, quietly. His focus rested on the bumpy street, which she was thankful for.
“Did they ever cause you any problems again?”
“They tried for a little while, but quickly realised that there was nothing left to take. And with Panama changing, they moved to bigger areas. Here and there they would drive through our village -- but without causing real trouble. Times have changed, pumpkin. We are standing up for ourselves, as a unit.” He looked over. “Are you sure you wanna go there? It is not much more than an empty battlefield… .”
“This has nothing to do with what I want. It is what I personally need to move on in this life.”
Nora’s voice was calm and collected. Obviously he gotten the hint because he wouldn’t keep nagging. With every sign they came closer to their destination -- her stomach once more starting a battle. From afar she spotted the leftovers of a once epic mansion. Nora swallowed hard when he stopped in front of the gate. Well, the broken metal pieces of a gate.
“I can come with… .”
“No.” She answered quickly. “I mean, no thank you.”
She opened the door and for the first time noticed that her hand was shaky. Something rather untypical for her. To calm herself down she would clench them both in fists, beginning to walk down the wild path. In front of her inner eye she remembered the glory of this place. All the stone figures on the way to the house, the beautiful flowers that would bloom till late fall.
Nothing but memories.
Her steps kept dragging her closer to the ruin and the half rotten entrance door. It was bizarre that everything else had crashed down but the massive door was still intact. The years had taken its toll, but it was still there. Like a mocking kid she would kick against it, grinning. Of course it didn’t move but the satisfaction was still there.
“I guess he was right. No one's gonna take down that door.”
Nora was putting her hand inside her pocket to pull out a small golden bracelet. Having it rest in her palm -- it seemed so small. It was a fine piece of work done by one of Panama’s most famous goldsmith’s at the time. A small smaragd green K worked into the metal. A constant reminder of who she was and where she was coming from.
“Goodbye Kristine Kiehl. May your afterlife be filled with more joy.”
One last glance at the jewelry before she threw it far into the ruin. She didn’t bother waiting to see where it landed. Instead she turned around walking down the same path that lead her here. She was no one that believed in fate or karma. All her life she wanted proof for everything -- answers. But not today. For the first time in 29 years there was something like peace.
And what is the really scary thought.
ON/OFF camera ~ SEAL YOUR FATE
Miami, Florida
02/10/2018
02/10/2018
Structure was everything. She was one of those perfectionists that often enough redid every little thing a thousand times. It had to fit the image created in her mind. It was a gift as much as it was a curse. If you expected this much of yourself -- how were other people able to live up to you? Every now and then Graham would slow her down. Or better said, he had to. She was pushing the clients towards the edge and sometimes a little further.
But today was different. Nora had gotten to early to the gym to enjoy the silence. Unlocking the door it felt like a new day. No matter how much you cleaned the rooms there was always something staying back. The hint of sweat still lingering in the air. When she went to open the windows she noticed something moving behind her. Or maybe it was more a gut feeling. Turning around she was ready to jump the intruder -- but was stopped in her movement.
“The fuck… .”
The blonde in front of her stood there with an emotionless expression, which was an expression if you give a second thought, her arms folded in front of her chest. Dressed up in black leather pants with perfectly suited a dark red top. The long, blonde hair was tied into a messy bun. Her whole attitude was frightening -- or would have been if Nora didn’t know the person.
Shannon Summers.
“Is that a way to greet a friend, Nora? I didn’t remember teaching you rudeness, but I like it.” She winked at her former protege, not moving otherwise. “I heard a few rumours here and there. Terrifying rumours.”
A thousand thoughts rushed through Nora’s mind but she wouldn’t show any reaction on the outside. Shannon liked to play games and would have been disappointed if she just gave in. Instead she went to mimic her mentor, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“You did? They can’t be about me, pretty. You know nothing interesting ever happens in my life. I am just good old Nora.”
“But what about Kristine?” A dark laughter echoed in the room. “Just kidding. But nonetheless I hear about a signing. With a hardcore themed place. By one of my most promising students that fucked up her knee in cage match. And here I stand thinking: Has mentioned student lost her freaking mind?”
Everyone that knew Shannon was aware that she had zero patience. That didn’t just go for the business but her private life too. If it had been up to her -- her first kid would have popped out around fifth month. Seeing her shifting her weight from one foot to the other told a tale. Nora had a hard time not laughing.
“What a dumb bitch that girl must be. I mean that injury was said to be career ending. They even told her to stop working out as much. You didn’t train a very clever girl.”
“Au contraire! She is smarter than most people I know -- including myself. What she is lacking though is common sense. You don’t waltz into a party without a plan. Or knowing who you have to bang to get free drinks.” Another smile. “So, crazy bitch, what is your plan?”
They kept looking at each other before one eventually burst out laughing. Much to her own surprise it was Shannon. The blonde stepped forward giving her a brief hug before raising her eyebrow.
“Do you have any idea how long I have waited to see you return? I expected it to happen a lot earlier but like usually you decided to be a stubborn ass. I am a little disappointed though you didn’t call me and say: Told you so, cunt.”
“Calm your horses, angel. I have only signed the papers and had to come clean in my head. But yeah, New Jersey is the destination.”
Shannon shuddered playfully. “Be sure to always have disinfection in your bag, the stories I could tell you… .”
“Thanks. But no thanks.”
“Is the big fellah tagging along? Can’t have you eaten by the wolves... Oh wait, you are the wolf in most bedtime stories. Number one rule, you can’t shoot them if they piss you off. Noted?”
“I am not that girl anymore, Shannon.” She made a small pause. “I have paid my dues and moved on to a better life. I would appreciate though if you didn’t spill the news to the public eye. I have to divide between two lives.”
Without warning she got punched into the shoulder. Hard.
“Who am I? I hate social media. I despise journalists. So untwist your panties and remember who you are talking to. I merley came here to wish you the best of luck, even if you don’t need it. I wanna see the Nora Bauer that walked into that gym a decade back -- bumping heads with whoever stood in the way. The one that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. But most of all, the girl that lived for the moment and the excitement a single punch can create.”
“You got it. I can feel the itch in my knuckles like a broken hallelujah.”
Shannon nodded briefly before turning around. Nothing unexpected in the mind of Nora. She would appear whenever she pleased -- and vanish just as quick. She had almost reached the door when looking over her shoulder. The devilish grin fully intact.
“And you are wrong. You will always be that girl.”
FINAL.
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