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Welcome to Hell 6
Welcome to Hell 6
Publié le 22/06/2025 à 03:06 par hellstory
After his participation in the American Star Academy, Angelo saw his hearing deteriorate alarmingly during his solo tour. This downward spiral led to total hearing loss, trapping him in a harmful silence that pushed him into the depths of depression. Tragically, his story took a fatal turn, ending in an overdose.
But before this tragic spiral, Taylor Momsen, who had crossed his path before his television adventure, had been captivated by the idea of collaborating with him and his band, The Pretty Reckless. She remembered his performances on the streets of Los Angeles, and there was a spark of creative potential floating in the air. Now, determined and haunted by his memory, she fights to revive her artistic spirit, aware that behind the mystery of his fall lies a story many were unaware of.
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SOMMAIRE
- Chapter 1 : When the Deceased Return 1/2
- Chapter 2 : The Return of Angelo 1/2
- Chapter 3 : Confusions
- Chapter 4 : Determination 1/2
- Chapter 5 : Panic in America 1/2/3
- Chapter 6 : Treat 1/2
- Chapter 7 : The Beat of Pleasure 1/2
- Chapter 8 : From Fugitive to Prisoner 1/2
- Chapter 9 : Tragedies 1/2
Chapter 1/9 : When the Deceased Return 1/2
Publié le 22/06/2025 à 02:57 par hellstory
Azhy Robertson "Jacob"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Jules Sitruk "Aymeric"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Taylor Momsen-"Trumper"
In the apartment with Aymeric and Sabrina, the silence was heavy with unspoken worries. Evening was falling over the city, casting long shadows on the walls. Aymeric, a certified public accountant, sat at his desk, leafing through documents while occasionally glancing worriedly at his wife, Sabrina.
Sabrina had always been a resourceful woman, but recently, a change in her behavior continued to trouble him. She had left her old job at the hospital, where she worked as his bookkeeper, and found a new one. But what was this mysterious job that absorbed him so much?
Finally, he broke the unsettling silence.
Aymeric: I'm glad you found a new job, but... where exactly do you work?
Sabrina, avoiding his gaze, simply smiled, a smile that didn't seem entirely real to him.
Sabrina: Oh, nothing too interesting. Just a little job...
Aymeric was perplexed.
Aymeric: Can't you tell me exactly what you do? You know I wouldn't judge you...
Sabrina: I'd rather keep that to myself for now. It's a project I'm working on.
Her voice was firm, but Aymeric could hear a hint of hesitation.
Aymeric, worried, couldn't shake this feeling. He then turned to Jacob, the son he had with his ex-girlfriend, Josie, who was in the next room, engrossed in his video games.
Aymeric: Jacob, do you know where Sabrina works exactly?
Jacob barely looked up from the screen.
Jacob: I don't know, Dad. She just says she's busy.
Aymeric's heart sank. He knew something was wrong, but he didn't dare press the issue further. In the meantime, he resumed his accounts, but his mind remained preoccupied with the secret his partner seemed to be hiding.
Later that night, as calm returned to their apartment, Sabrina stood by the window, watching the city lights twinkle in the darkness. She felt torn between her ambition and her love for Aymeric. Dark thoughts swirled in her mind: she believed she had found a way to save the world from the clutches of the reptilians, but at what cost?
At that moment, she decided not to give in to fear. She had a plan, and she had to stick to it, even if it meant keeping secrets. Deep down, she knew the truth could destroy them, but she also believed it was the only way to realize her dream of a better future, a future where humans could defend themselves against the reptilian hybrids.
In the darkness, Taylor lit candles and drew a circle around herself with salt, a way of creating a protective barrier. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, almost palpable. She stood in the center of a circle of candles, the glow flickering in the darkness. The light danced across her anxious features, revealing a deep determination. She had waited for this moment, a mixture of hope and despair, as she leafed through the yellowing pages of an old tome. The words echoed in her head, the incantations intertwining with her memories of Angelo, the talented young man who had briefly illuminated her life before darkness engulfed him.
She had gathered a photo of him, a few strands of stray hair, which she had found when he came to her mansion. As well as a raven feather, a symbol of rebirth. She remembered the days spent in his studio, where their voices melded to create haunting melodies. But everything had changed. She was unaware that Thomas's evil spell had deprived him of Angelo, and the pain of his loss had nearly consumed her. And the manager of her band, "The Pretty Reckless," insisted that he be present and actually record with the group so that the music videos could finally be made and their album released. Despite the media coverage of Angelo's death.
With her eyes closed, she murmured the last syllables of the incantation. A shiver ran through her, a cold glow enveloped her. The candles flickered, and the silence thickened until it became unbearable. Then, from the darkness, a silhouette began to form. Angelo's image, blurry at first, slowly became clearer. The resemblance was uncanny, but something was wrong. Angelo's eyes, once sparkling with life, were now filled with unfathomable pain.
Angelo's raspy voice echoing from a distant past...
Angelo: What did you do to me?
She took a step back, her heart pounding.
Taylor: I... I want to bring you back. We had dreams to achieve together, a collaboration... remember?
Angelo searched her face, pain mixed with confusion evident in his eyes.
Angelo: I'm dead, Taylor. You can't just pull me out of the afterlife like a toy.
Taylor: I know... but I need you, finally... my band "The Pretty Reckless" needs you for our album...
The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Taylor realized she'd dreamed of a comeback, but now that he was here, reality hit her hard. Angelo wasn't just back; he bore the scars of his death, and she had to face the responsibility for her actions.
Taylor: Do you have to explain to me what happened before you died?
Angelo rubbed his eyes, trying to remember.
Angelo: I... I won Star Academy, and after that, everything fell apart. My ears got worse again during the tour, and I didn't understand what was going on. I was so happy to have won, but I couldn't sing like I used to. I lost my hearing permanently. It made me fall into a deep sadness, and then I decided to end it all...
Taylor, realizing the urgency of the situation, persisted.
Taylor: Angelo, you had some close friends at Star Academy, Justin and Helen, especially. What did they say about what happened to you?
Angelo shook his head, a confused look on his face.
Angelo: I don't know. They were always there for me during the show, but I never thought anything bad could happen to me. I just thought my ear problems were due to stress. I didn't realize how much it would affect me.
Taylor thought for a moment, recalling their meeting in Los Angeles.
Taylor: We only knew each other for a week before you were on the show, but I remember the first time I heard you sing on the street. I was with Sabrina, Jason, and Léni, along with Sabrina's son, Billy-Alexy. Your talent was so incredible that I invited you to my house to discuss a possible collaboration. Do you remember that?
Angelo smiled weakly.
Angelo: Yes, it was a special moment. I felt supported, and your invitation gave me hope. But after that, everything changed. I feel so... lost...
Taylor, her mind racing, began to connect the dots with certain details that intrigued her. Although she hadn't participated in Star Academy, she had followed the events from afar. She had noticed Thomas's behavior, who had always presented himself as the angel incarnate, smiling and caring in front of the cameras. But that perfect image worried her, especially after everything he had done at Tokio Hotel to ruin their careers. Thomas had ended up as a finalist against Angelo...because Angelo had decided to eliminate Helen, even though they were very good friends.
Taylor: I can't help but think something more complex is at play here. Thomas has always known how to manipulate his image. He has this ability to appear angelic, but he could be hiding dark things.
Angelo listened but was puzzled.
Angelo: Do you think Thomas could have played a role in my loss?
Taylor: I don't know, but it seems suspicious to me. He organized a concert in your memory, but I have a feeling it only served to reinforce his image as a do-gooder. He has this aura of media-friendly benevolence that seems too perfect to be honest.
Angelo frowned, but he couldn't ignore the concern in Taylor's voice.
Angelo: I don't want to believe someone would do this, but it's true that I haven't always noticed people's intentions.
Taylor: We have to investigate. I can't let Thomas get away with this. He's already wanted worldwide and is facing the death penalty.
Angelo: Why?
Taylor: He ruined Tokio Hotel's career, you know, and only then did twins Bill and Tom decide to return to the media spotlight after 10 years in the shadows by joining Scientology. They became assistants to the new Director of the Church in Monowi, where Thomas was a member. They were able to access his personnel file and they exposed everything about him to the media... So, you see, he was far from being an angel...
Angelo: I didn't know about it, despite some rumors that mentioned him... well... forget what I just said, it was completely crazy.
Taylor: If something wrong was done to you, we need to find out.
Ahren Stringer "Antonio"
Brett Davern "Romain"
Ghost
Jules Sitruk "Aymeric"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Taylor Momsen-"Trumper"
Thomas Dekker
(Flashback)
Before Angelo's death...
In another part of town, Thomas found himself in his hotel room, his mind still filled with the echoes of his tribute concert to Angelo. After the touching speech he had given, he had managed to attract the audience's attention, but deep down, he knew he had acted for selfish reasons.
Sitting on the bed, he opened an ancient tome he had hidden among his belongings. This book, filled with occult rituals, was his key to manipulating people and gaining popularity. He remembered the chants, the tears, and the audience's applause.
Thomas (satisfied smile): I took a risk, but it was worth it. Everyone now considers me a hero.
But as he leafed through the pages of the grimoire, a voice deep in his mind whispered, reminding him that dark magic came at a price. A shadow danced in his room, and he felt an icy presence beside him.
The voice echoed, making him shiver.
Voice: Thomas... You've once again played with forces you don't understand.
He turned around abruptly, but the room was empty. A shiver of worry ran down his spine.
Thomas: It's nothing.
But he knew deep down that something was wrong.
(End of Flashback)
...
Back at Taylor's, the tension was palpable. She knew she had to act quickly. She had to find out the truth about Thomas's death.
Taylor: I'll investigate. Together, we will uncover the secrets of your death, whether it was premeditated or not.
Angelo, although bound to this ethereal world, agreed.
Angelo: I cannot remain in the shadows and imprisoned in this dimension for eternity.
Together, they embarked on a quest to discover the truth behind the tragic events that had taken place at Star Academy before his death. The future seemed uncertain, but they were ready to face the darkness that might threaten them.
Sabrina got up early the next morning, her mind already racing. She headed to the kitchen, where Aymeric was preparing breakfast for the two of them and Jacob, who was still asleep. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, but today, Sabrina was having trouble concentrating on these daily tasks. She kissed her husband goodbye rather quickly.
Aymeric: Good morning, Sabrina. Did you sleep well?
She replied while grabbing a cup of coffee.
Sabrina: Yes, yes, I've just been thinking a lot about work.
He looked at her.
Aymeric: You seem preoccupied. Is everything okay?
Sabrina smiled, but her thoughts were already elsewhere. She had another bold project in mind, a project that could transform not only her life, but also the lives of others. A project she had discussed with her ex-husband, Antonio.
Antonio and Sabrina had already released a blood-like drink based on a Halloween recipe they found online, with the aim of embarrassing those who drank human blood in secret. Using a process she had devised at the cloning company where she worked, Sabrina had managed to integrate a key ingredient into this drink: mongoose DNA. She had discovered that this DNA could enhance the physical abilities of Rh-positive humans, making them more resilient and stronger, while being completely harmless to their health.
In the lab, she had observed how mongoose DNA could enhance certain biological characteristics. So she came up with the idea of ??extracting this DNA and mixing it with a liquid that would mimic human blood, creating a drink that would stimulate users without harming them.
She remembered the excitement she'd felt when she'd tested the drink on human volunteers. The results had been promising: participants reported a feeling of increased vitality and improved endurance. She knew this could revolutionize humans' perceptions of their strength against reptilian hybrids.
But none of this was to be served to Rh-negative humans, as Sabrina had ensured that the mongoose DNA was carefully measured to avoid causing any reactions in those with reptilian DNA. She had also taken care to describe the reptilian hybrids to Antonio, whom she described as all looking like American actors. She knew it was crucial to avoid any contact with these people, who were far too charismatic to be human.
Later, in Antonio's club, the atmosphere was vibrant, full of music and laughter. Antonio greeted her with a big smile and an ultra-languorous kiss in front of his coworkers, who knew that his two lovebirds had already been married and each had a partner. Sabrina had a new idea.
Her eyes sparkling with excitement. She announced.
Sabrina: I've been thinking of a way to improve our recipe. How about adding alcohol to attract even more customers?
Antonio nodded, intrigued.
Antonio: This could really increase sales, but we have to be careful. We can't attract the attention of the little green men.
Sabrina smiled, her confidence returning.
Sabrina: Let's do it. We just need to think of a solid excuse to avoid serving the hybrids if they ever ask to try the drink.
Antonio thought for a moment.
Antonio: Maybe we could say the drink has a special recipe we can't reveal, or even that it's reserved for a private event. We could even pretend the ingredients belong to a top-secret recipe reserved for the nightclub and therefore can't be shared.
Sabrina: Yes, and we could also claim we're having quality issues with the recent orders we've received, so as not to arouse their suspicions. That should be enough to keep them at bay.
As they planned the launch, an underlying tension was rising. If reptilian hybrids discovered that humans were consuming this drink, it could have unpredictable consequences, and she knew the situation could quickly escalate. But the idea of ??attracting a crowd and provoking the hybrids galvanized her.
The day wore on, and as the club filled with customers, Sabrina couldn't help but think about the impact of their plan. If Rh-positive humans could enjoy this drink without fear of repercussions, it could change the dynamic between the two types of humans that existed on Earth. But she was aware that every plan came with risks, and the hardest part was yet to come.
...
Romain, Sabrina's cousin, had also been approached by her. During a meeting at her mother's house, she had shared her ambitions with him.
Sabrina: I want to create an army. I need people like you who know how to shoot. But I want you to hunt enemies, not innocent animals that you usually kill for fun.
Romain, a hunting enthusiast, finally agreed to work with her. He will be tasked with shooting harmless bullets at rhesus-positive humans, injecting them with mongoose DNA.
Jules Sitruk "Aymeric"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Taylor Momsen-"Trumper"
Later...
Sabrina pushed open the front door of the apartment she shared with her husband, her heart heavy but her gaze determined. The dim light of the dining room lamps welcomed her into a cozy atmosphere, but it wasn't enough to soothe her tormented mind. She placed her coat on the rack, taking a deep breath before joining Aymeric, who was waiting for her in the living room, immersed in a book.
In a slightly too cheerful tone, feigning a lightness she didn't truly feel.
Sabrina: Hi, my love!
Aymeric looked up from his book, a smile spreading across his face.
Aymeric: More overtime??? Everything okay?
Sabrina nodded, a nervous smile on her lips.
Sabrina: Yes, yes, just a few unforeseen events at work.
He narrowed his eyes, insisting.
Aymeric: You seem... Are you sure everything's okay?
She forced herself to laugh, but her heart was pounding.
Sabrina: Oh, you know, work stress can take its toll sometimes. Also, stop thinking you have the reptilian ability to read people's minds; you'll never know what's going on inside people's heads...
Aymeric stood up, approaching her with a careful gaze.
Aymeric: Maybe, but I know you, Sabrina... You look tired.
She turned away slightly, hoping he wouldn't notice the marks on her legs.
Sabrina: It's just a long day, nothing more.
But Aymeric wasn't fooled. As they headed toward the bedroom, he noticed the bruises on her thighs. He stopped, his gaze fixed on the marks.
Aymeric: What is it?
A shiver of anxiety ran down her spine. She knew she had to act quickly.
Sabrina: Oh, that?
She tried to smile, but it turned into an awkward grimace.
Sabrina: I fell down the stairs this morning.
Aymeric: Fell? It doesn't look like a simple fall. You have bruises everywhere.
She looked down, ashamed.
Sabrina: It's... it's nothing, really. I swear.
Aymeric moved closer, worry etched on his face.
Aymeric: Sabrina, you can talk to me. I'm here for you. If something happened...
Panic tightened in her stomach. She couldn't tell him the truth. Not after everything she'd done.
Sabrina: It's just a fight... nothing serious, I promise.
Aymeric: A fight? Why didn't you tell me?
Sabrina: I just wanted to avoid making a big deal out of it. You know how I am... sometimes I get myself into complicated situations, but I handle it.
Aymeric came closer and wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her.
Aymeric: Don't keep it all to yourself, okay?
She snuggled up to him, feeling the warmth of his love, but a part of her was torn. She knew she was cheating on him, that she was protecting him from a truth he wasn't ready to hear.
She leaned forward to kiss him.
Sabrina: I promise you everything will be fine
But as they lay together, the pain in her body reminded her of what Max-Emile had done to her, a draconian, violent, and manipulative ex-boyfriend she had brought back from the dead because he was essential to carrying out the plans she had in mind. Her husband's face blurred under the weight of his lies. She closed her eyes, hoping the night would erase the memories of her ordeal, even though, deep down, she knew that nothing would ever truly be the same.
Taylor and Angelo were still in the ritual room, and a sense of urgency hung in the air. Angelo's ethereal figure seemed ready to disappear at any moment. Taylor knew she had to act quickly to find a solution that would allow him to regain a body and return to full life.
Taylor: If Thomas is involved, we must find him. But I'm also aware that it might not be enough.
Angelo nodded, although he felt lost between worlds.
Angelo: I can't stay here forever. I have things to accomplish. I still have dreams. My family, my friends, I would so love to find them and hold them in my arms.
Taylor thought aloud.
Taylor: If I could bring you back into a body, everything would be easier. But how?
Angelo remembered Sabrina's strange beliefs.
Angelo: I remember Sabrina often talking about...
Taylor: Don't be embarrassed and say things even if they seem strange or even incomprehensible to you.
Angelo: ....her husband Aymeric thought his schizophrenia caused him to perceive something strange in certain people. I thought Sabrina also had mental health issues, that she might have schizophrenia like him, which I still think, but she was never diagnosed. But I've never heard of cloning.
Taylor: I'm not sure what she's doing now. But I know she's always had certain dreams that were more than delusional but very ambitious. Maybe she's found a way to work with advanced technologies or methods, and she prefers to keep it a secret, afraid it will turn against her.
Angelo frowned, puzzled.
Angelo: Do you think she'll want to help us?
Taylor: I have to try. But first, I need to find out where she works. Even her husband doesn't know.
After leaving the ritual room, Taylor began searching for information on Sabrina. She decided to contact a private investigator directly to find out more.
Christopher Robert Evans "Private Investigator"
Diego Boneta "Colleague"
Gabrielle Union "Receptionist"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Taylor Momsen-"Trumper"
A week passed...
A small private investigator's office, filled with scattered files and sticky notes. Dim light filtered through the curtains. Taylor entered, visibly nervous, and sat down opposite the detective, a man in his fifties with a penetrating and serious expression.
Taylor: Good morning, Mr. Leroux. I must admit I'm a little stressed about all this.
The detective smiled reassuringly.
Detective: No worries, Ms. Momsen-Trumper. It's completely normal. I've taken steps to find out where Ms. Kurtis works.
Taylor: I'm very eager to find out.
He opened a file.
Detective: After a few days of searching, I was able to track her. She works at an innovative technology company.
Taylor frowned.
Taylor: A tech company? What exactly is it?
He placed a photo on the table.
Detective: This is a photo of her entering the building. The company is called Bio Innovatech. They specialize in controversial biotechnology projects.
The singer looked at the photo carefully.
Taylor: That's her. That's really her... What's controversial about this company?
Detective: They work on gene editing technologies and embryo research. It's a sensitive topic that sparks many ethical debates.
Taylor was visibly concerned.
Detective: Projects of this nature often attract those who seek to push the boundaries of science, but it can also create tensions.
Taylor: And... do you have any other evidence?
He took out more photos.
Detective: Here are some pictures of her arriving at work and even some shots from outside the building. It clearly shows she's here.
She took the photos and looked at them.
Taylor: Thank you. That's exactly what I wanted to know.
Detective: If you have any other questions or would like me to do further research, please let me know.
Taylor (stood up): No, I think that's enough for now. I really appreciate your help.
Detective (nodded): Take care, Ms. Momsen-Trumper. The truth isn't always easy to handle.
Taylor left the office, clutching the photos tightly, while the detective sat thoughtfully, aware that each discovery could open the door to new complications.
The next day, she decided to go there to find out for sure. Upon arriving, she found a modern building with screens displaying slogans about technological advances.
She approached the entrance, determined to enter. However, the security personnel asked for her ID.
Taylor: I'm here to see Ms. Kurtis. I'm a friend, and I'd like to speak to her about some projects.
The guard, after checking, let her in. Once inside, Taylor headed to the reception desk. The receptionist, a little surprised to see a walk-in visitor, finally informed her that Sabrina's office was on the top floor, located several floors underground, on the 11th floor below.
Receptionist: One of our colleagues will take you there.
Taylor: Thank you.
They took the elevator.
Colleague: Please follow me...
The colleague knocked on the door adorned with Ms. Kurtis's name in gold letters.
Sabrina: Yes?
Colleague: Sabrina, does anyone wish to see you, Ms. ???
Taylor: Momsen-Trumper
Colleague: Ms. Momsen-Trumper...
Sabrina:.....I'll allow her in.
Taylor entered, her face hard, looking around with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. Sabrina, sitting at her desk, looked up from her computer, a neutral expression on her face.
Taylor (frowned): I can't believe you work here. A company like this... How did you manage to land such a high-ranking position in such a short time?
Sabrina (calmly): It's a career path I built during my ten years of incarceration. I earned a degree during my time in prison, you remember. It took a lot of hard work and determination.
...
(Flashback)
Years later, Sabrina stood in an underground laboratory, surrounded by flashing screens and cutting-edge equipment. The weight of those lost lives anguished her. But how had she managed to go from intern to a management position so quickly?
Sabrina had always had a sharp mind, an insatiable curiosity for science, and unwavering determination. Her path to the cloning company was the result of a mixture of skills, circumstances, and strategic choices. Here's how she rose through the ranks so quickly:
1. An Exemplary Internship
From the moment she arrived as an intern, Sabrina stood out for her diligence and analytical mind. She spent long hours in the lab, absorbing every piece of information and every technique like a sponge. She asked pertinent questions and never backed down from a challenge. Her supervisor, impressed by her commitment, quickly assigned her more complex tasks.
2. Initiative and Innovative Projects
During her internship, Sabrina proposed several innovative ideas that were enthusiastically received by her team. One of her proposals, an improved method for cell cloning, caught the attention of the company's leadership. She managed to secure a small budget to implement her project, which ultimately proved highly effective and contributed to significant research results.
3. Networking and Strategic Alliances
Sabrina quickly understood the importance of networking. She built relationships with colleagues, as well as with renowned researchers who visited the lab. By getting involved in cross-functional projects, she expanded her network and influence within the company. Her charisma and ability to communicate her ideas with passion earned her the respect and admiration of her peers.
4. Resilience and Adaptability
There was no shortage of challenges in the cloning field, and Sabrina faced setbacks. However, her resilience allowed her to bounce back quickly. She analyzed each failure, learned from her mistakes, and adjusted her methods. This ability to adapt and evolve in a constantly changing environment impressed her superiors, who entrusted her with increasingly important responsibilities.
5. Mentorship and Opportunities
An influential mentor within the company recognized her potential and decided to take her under his wing. This mentor, a respected scientist in the field, offered her valuable advice and recommended her for crucial research projects. Through this relationship, she obtained job opportunities that helped her stand out even more.
6. Vision and Ambition
Sabrina had a clear vision of her goals. She wasn't content to just do her job; she aspired to challenge convention and make groundbreaking advances in the field of cloning. Her determination to be not just a scientist, but also a pioneer, propelled her to leadership positions.
7. Taking Calculated Risks
Sabrina knew that sometimes, to get ahead, you had to take risks. She didn't hesitate to defend her ideas, even when it meant challenging the opinions of her superiors. This boldness, though risky, demonstrated her self-confidence and passion for her work.
In just a few months, Sabrina rose from intern to positions of high responsibility, eventually leading crucial projects within the lab. Her meteoric rise reflected her ambition, intelligence, and willingness to transcend the limits imposed by others, leading her to the door of a power she never thought possible.
(End of Flashback)
Chapter 1/9 : When the Deceased Return 2/2
Publié le 22/06/2025 à 02:50 par hellstory
Barry Keoghan "Max-Emile"
Diego Boneta "Colleague"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Taylor Momsen-"Trumper"
Taylor (coldly): That doesn't change the fact that you're here, in a company that manipulates DNA. You didn't hesitate to dive into your plans to hybridize humanity, then?
Sabrina (shrugging slightly): I never shied away from my ambitions.
The reality was that Sabrina had applied to cloning companies with the idea of ??hybridizing humans using mongoose DNA, with the goal of creating a force capable of combating reptilian hybrids. Ideas she was actually cultivating in secret.
Sabrina: I've always had a project in mind, something big; I've already spoken to you briefly about it. Integrating mongoose DNA into Rh-positive humans has always been a dream.
Taylor (perplexed): Do you realize this could change the very nature of humanity? What about ethics, morality?
Sabrina (staring at Taylor): Ethics? Do you really think that matters in today's world? People like you, you just rule over us snakes, you're... smarter, more charismatic... of the lineage of Gods who came to Earth to consider other humans of my lineage as slaves... My plan could thus free us from the hold you have over us, for your reign to end, finally! So that we are no longer slaves to you...
Taylor (sighing): But do you realize what this could lead to? You're playing God, Sabrina. It's dangerous.
Sabrina (with a cold smile): And that's exactly what I've always wanted to do. Create a new human race. A necessary development. And how did you even know where I worked? I didn't tell anyone.
Taylor: Thanks to a private investigator I hired to find out where you worked.
A tense silence fell between them, each measuring the other, their faces thick with palpable tension.
Sabrina: You came just to find out about the company I worked for?
Taylor: It's about Angelo.
Sabrina's face instantly fell.
Sabrina: Angelo? Why should I worry about him? He's dead.
Taylor straightened, realizing Sabrina wouldn't understand the gravity of the situation.
Taylor: He needs our help to come back. I think you're the only one who can give him a chance. My intuition told me your secret business could be useful to us.
Sabrina, puzzled, raised her eyebrows.
Sabrina: Why would I want to do that? I don't consider him indispensable on Earth. He was just a singer and musician, nothing extraordinary.
Taylor (insisted): But he has so much potential, he's so kind. You could make an exception. I'm sure you could help him in some way.
Sabrina stared at her, her sharp eyes searching for Taylor's sincerity.
Sabrina: I don't raise the dead, Taylor. This is not my field, and I am not interested in projects that do not bring me anything, even though thanks to you, I was able to bring back the 2 people I had asked you to bring back and then lock them in urns that I then reintegrated into their original bodies but in the form of clones. Max-Emile to start with, my first draconian boyfriend whose identity I did not know at the time...
(Flashback)
Sunlight filtered through the classroom windows, illuminating the teenagers' faces. Laughter and whispers echoed. At the back of the room, Max-Emile, tall and imposing, had a frightening aura that made the other students tremble with fear. Beside him, Sabrina, a shy, fragile-looking preteen, watched him with admiration, and
Max-Emile had clearly sensed this, as he had the power to read people's thoughts and fully grasp their souls. So, he had taken care to get close to her, and they became friends.
A few weeks later... Their relationship began and quickly evolved with promises of eternal love, but things soon took an unexpected turn. Each of Max-Emile's provocations gradually turned into hostility. Fear gripped Sabrina as she desperately tried to understand what he wanted. She was unable to stand up to him, even when he approached a girl, but especially other boys just to provoke a reaction from her. She remained inhibited, and above all, she didn't want to go home covered in injuries, since he could be very violent, so she had to be very docile towards him.
(End of Flashback)
...
(Flashback)
Sabrina stood in her lab, surrounded by scientific equipment and cloning equipment, a world that gave her a sense of power. She was determined to use Max-Emile not only as a hunting tool, but also as a means to create an army of loyal hybrids. Sabrina's gaze was determined, and her mind haunted by her past. Max-Emile's memories haunted her as she held two urns in her hands.
Sabrina (murmuring to herself): Do I really have the right to do this?
While she was working, a colleague joined her and asked.
Colleague (his tone filled with concern): You know what you're doing is dangerous, right?
She answered.
Sabrina (firm voice): I'm willing to take the risk. Max-Emile will be our asset. He can seduce and manipulate both men and women.
Colleague: But what happens when he starts to have desires of his own? Clones can develop emotions.
Sabrina turned to him, challenging his gaze.
Sabrina: I can't afford to be weak. Hybrids are a threat, and I'm not going to let my feelings get in the way of my mission.
That evening, as she pondered her ambitions, an idea took root in her mind. She decided to explore a new technology that would allow her to control clones, programming them to obey her commands unwaveringly. But she knew she had to act quickly, as tensions were rising in the outside world. She preferred they start with their original personalities to begin with.
...
The next day, she looked at the urns, anger and sadness mingling within her. These urns contained the ashes of Max-Emile and Rémi, two men who had crossed her path. Their deaths had been caused by Thomas.
Sabrina (in a firm voice): I want to be able to push the limits of humanity. Thank you, Taylor, for your séance that allowed you to bring them back.
She stood up, determined, her thoughts ablaze with a desire for power and creation. The shadow of her past and the weight of her decisions guided her as she headed toward the heart of her laboratory, ready to defy fate and create a new reality, like a modern-day Adam and Eve.
The labyrinth of underground tunnels, hidden from the world, awaited her for a new stage of her quest, a path fraught with pitfalls, but illuminated by her will to transcend the boundaries of life and death.
Sabrina stood in front of a large window, observing the laboratory where her clone was materializing. The fluorescent light created a cold, clinical atmosphere, contrasting with the warmth she felt within. Max-Emile, her former boyfriend, appeared as a clone of the man she had known a few years younger. The memory of their tumultuous relationship, tinged with violence, overwhelmed her.
She remembered the arguments, the shouting, and the pain. But now, all that was behind her. She had the power, and he would be her slave, her weapon. She watched him straighten, his familiar features becoming defined before her eyes.
A satisfied smile played on Sabrina's lips.
Sabrina: You're mine now. You know how to seduce and manipulate, and that's exactly what I need.
The young man's hands and ankles were handcuffed.
Sabrina: I'll give you the privilege of penetrating my mind to determine my identity.
Max-Emile: ...
Sabrina: You've lost your tongue, yet I remember it like it was yesterday, we were young teenagers...
How do you find my new body, attractive, right?
He simply spat rudely on the ground, to indicate to her that she was no longer edible in his eyes.
Sabrina: Oh yes, I forgot that you were a demanding man... But, save your saliva, you'll need it or not, it will depend on your decision. Since when we first met, you seemed to have a preference for tall, blond, blue-eyed, and rather muscular young men, your blood brothers. I'm going to give you the opportunity to capture some and bring them back to me. Of course, you can play with them first. They'll serve as guinea pigs for my experiments. Here's your contract: you have 24 hours. If you refuse, well, I'll blow your brains out.
She stood up and removed the handcuffs.
Sabrina: So how does it feel to be in a position of weakness?
Max-Emile's expression was both stoic and disdainful. Although he looked like an ordinary man, his posture was that of a predator waiting to show who held the power in this situation. Sabrina, for her part, watched him closely, a mixture of curiosity and defiance in her gaze.
Max-Emile didn't react with words. Instead, he gave a slight smile, a sneer that testified to his arrogance. He approached the desk slowly, each step measured, as if he wanted to soak up the space and the authority surrounding him. In a heavy silence, he stopped directly in front of Sabrina, towering over her.
He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Sabrina with a piercing gaze. He took a deep breath, then, with a quick, calculated movement, he snatched the contract from the desk. Instead of signing it, he turned it over, placing it face down, as a gesture of contempt for the authority she was attempting to exert over him. This simple act spoke volumes about his willingness to challenge her position.
Sabrina, taken aback, sensed the tension in the air. Without saying a word, she took a step forward, considerably closing the space between them. He knew her very presence was a subtle threat. He moved even closer, until their eyes met, and in that silent exchange, he conveyed a clear message: he would not bend easily. And he made a subtle gesture that he was going to slit her throat, a gesture he had once made when they were teenagers and a couple.
The chip implanted in her body, although a symbol of constraint, seemed strangely removed from her concerns. Max-Emile managed to exude an aura of defiance, as if he were ready to brave the consequences, no matter how deadly they might be. The scene was tense, with each passing second amplifying the power play between them. 55) Sabrina, despite her role as creator, began to understand that he wouldn't submit without a fight. This confrontation, marked by silence and tension, perfectly illustrated the conflict between authority and rebellion, suggesting that the road ahead would be fraught with pitfalls for both protagonists.
(End of Flashback)
Taylor: A draconian?
Sabrina: And yes, a draconian. Not to mention that I could also reconnect with other intellectual reptilians I knew in my childhood, if I wanted, with such prestigious career paths... Rémi, the reptilian, who was the passive conspiracy theorist who exposed the reptilians of his own species... having lied to me for four years about his identity, whom I finally decided to bring back, after some reflection...
Camille Lacourt "Rémi"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
(Flashback)
A few hours later, in a dark office...
A former soldier, Rémi had dedicated his life to denouncing reptilian hybrids even though he himself was one, but this crusade had cost him dearly. Thomas, a reptilian hybrid, whom he had challenged, had shot him dead, determined to silence anyone who dared to reveal the truth about their existence. Before killing him, he had forced him to reveal his identity to all his followers. This is how Sabrina learned who Rémi really was, that he had lied to her for four years, trying to convince her that he wasn't a reptilian like Thomas.
He was now resurrected by Sabrina in clone form. She entered the office with an aura of determination, her gaze intense.
Sabrina: Hello, Rémi, back among the living.
She replied with words as sharp as a blade.
Sabrina: You were killed by Thomas for denouncing the hybrids. I know your story.
Rémi straightened up, anger and pain resurfacing in him.
Rémi: I won't apologize for telling the truth. You told him about me, didn't you? Because I don't see how an American actor could have known about me. Not being in contact with any celebrity in this completely corrupt showbiz world that you're ultimately a part of, you've chosen your side...
Sabrina: I'm a free woman who doesn't belong to any community. The only thing I don't tolerate is lies. You lied to me for four years about your true identity, at that moment... You officially became an enemy. And it cost you your life to denounce your kind.
Rémi: So you sent Thomas to kill me...
Sabrina: ...
Rémi: You've become as corrupt as them... You're completely manipulated...
Sabrina: I brought you back for a reason. You will no longer denounce them; you will actively fight against them under my leadership.
Rémi: What do you mean?
Sabrina: I am now God, your creator.
Rémi: The incarnation of Lilith.
Sabrina: No matter what nickname you wish to give me... you owe me absolute obedience, otherwise, I will destroy you... A chip is inserted inside you, which means I can blow you up at any moment. You thought we were the same, the same Rhesus... because you noticed our personalities were similar, that we could be compatible... But when I revealed to you that I had the opposite Rhesus to yours, I felt like an icy wind crossed my computer screen, surely assuming that I was just an uninteresting human, inferior perhaps unlike you? How humiliating, and I should feel empathy for you?
Rémi: I...
Sabrina: I'm not finished, snake! When your creator speaks, you keep quiet and wait for her to give you permission to speak, you no longer belong to the old world you lived in, but to a new world, the one I am gradually beginning to turn around, slowly and gently but actively... since no man still has the courage to turn the planet around, well, I volunteered, not by sitting back like you, conspiracy theorists, trying to awaken as many people as possible, passively...This is a job for women, not for men, your place is to be on the ground, acting, not to stay glued to your office chairs. Especially you, former soldier, reptilian shapeshifter... You can still thank me for bringing you back among us. I'm giving you a second chance to act; you were too young to die... I give you permission to speak now...
Rémi: You are and will remain eternally in love with Thomas, who unfortunately disappointed you with his reptilian origins and his preference for men.
Sabrina: That's what you all thought, that I had feelings for him when I was just looking to evolve, to collaborate with him on the occult level that he helps me to get in touch with the entities around me, as a medium, I expected a lot from him since I had no "special" contacts around me, sorcerer or medium and I also hoped that he succumbs to my Yaoi stories so that I become the greatest Hollywood screenwriter of Yaoi. It was not love, it was ambition both personal and professional ... I was already married to a man and I seized this opportunity when Tokio Hotel wanted to collaborate with Thomas. But, let's stop this useless chatter and come back to the present. Here is our contract, you will have 24 hours, the moment you cross the exit door of this office. As a former soldier, your mission will be to recruit men and women...whose missions will be to infiltrate the triangular communities, which will involve making pacts with the devil, shedding your blood, submitting to everything they ask of you, and forbidding you to think that God can save you in difficult times... In my new world, we fight the devil, we don't wait for a God to take care of him. Submission, rebellion, extermination....three words that should resonate in your mind. Here's your contract, you have 24 hours, come back tomorrow, if I don't have your signature at the bottom of this page, I'll blow you up, you can go.
Rémi hesitated, his hands trembling slightly.
Sabrina: I also want you to simultaneously form an army against your blood brothers. Former soldiers, people who can fight. Together, you can destroy them. If you unite, whether they're human or shapeshifter, unite instead of remaining passive, each one sitting in your office chair, making the news like retired grandfathers. Men's place is on the ground, and women are behind their screens, making conspiracy theories.
Rémi: I don't want to be a pawn in your personal war.
Sabrina smiles, determined.
Sabrina: Know that I will not tolerate any lies. You're a shapeshifter, not a mere human, and I won't hesitate to send you back where you came from if you betray me again.
Rémi: I... I'm not sure I can do what you're asking. It's... it's a lot to take on.
Sabrina (smiles arrogantly): Oh, but you don't really have a choice, Rémi. You understand that, don't you? Your life depends on your obedience.
Rémi lowered his gaze, but tried to compose himself.
Rémi: I... I know you're powerful, that you had to shed your blood to reach this leadership position and many other things.
Sabrina: I don't need your approval to validate my journey, and your insinuations only underline your jealousy of my success, when your life as a conspiracy theorist when you were alive consisted of sitting in front of a computer.
Rémi: But I don't understand why I should submit to all this. I'm not a soldier of fortune.
Sabrina (piercing gaze): You were once a soldier, weren't you? I'm sure you have some courage left in you. But look where it's gotten you. You're here, under my control.
Rémi: I'm not an animal to be trained... I... I'm not like that.
Sabrina: Really, say the shapeshifter? Then why are you speaking to me so hesitantly? Listen to me carefully, Rémi. You're already linked to me by this chip. Refusing would be a suicidal choice.
Rémi: I understand, I understand... but... I'm scared. I don't like this idea of ??a pact with the devil.
Sabrina (bitter laugh): Fear is a weakness. But you still have time to change your mind. You have 24 hours. Think carefully about what that means for you...
Rémi: I don't know if I can... I don't want to die yet, but I don't want to be your pawn either.
Sabrina let out an exasperated sigh.
Sabrina: You have to choose. Either you become a tool in my plan, or you face the consequences. Don't waste time on unnecessary doubts.
Rémi: Okay... I'll think about it. But I'm really... lost.
Sabrina: Lost, yes. But remember, the path you choose now will decide your destiny. See you tomorrow, Rémi.
(End of Flashback)
Camille Lacourt "Rémi"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Taylor Momsen-"Trumper"
Sabrina: So yes, let's say I resurrect the dead, but only half-heartedly, but only if I feel they're essential to our damned planet.
Taylor took a deep breath, knowing she had to call on Sabrina's determination.
Taylor: If you could use your influence and resources to give him another chance, it could put you in the spotlight in an incredible way. Helping someone become who they were, even if it's not a project that excites you, could further enhance your reputation. 44) We could think of a scenario that would feature you, such as, for example, you found Angelo... that he wasn't actually dead and that...
Sabrina pursed her lips.
Sabrina: You don't understand. I don't take on projects simply out of the kindness of a heart. And your scenario is completely unbelievable. If I bring people back among us as clones, well, they'll manage on their own. If they're recognized on the street, it's none of my business. 47) But I'll think about your request, although I won't make any promises.
Taylor felt a mixture of relief and concern.
Taylor: Thank you, Sabrina. This could really change things.
The singer decided it was time to investigate the events surrounding Star Academy. She remembered that Sabrina had also been a candidate. She approached the question cautiously.
Taylor: I wanted to know, how did the competition between Thomas and Angelo go? Was there any tension?
Sabrina (evasive): No, no tension. Thomas was determined to win, but that's normal in this kind of competition.
Taylor couldn't ignore a growing sense of foreboding in his mind.
Taylor: You know, I can't help but think he might be capable of anything to win...
Sabrina: Maybe.
...
Taylor found Angelo, who was eagerly awaiting news. With a hopeful look in his eyes, he asked:
Angelo: So, what did she say?
Taylor: She's skeptical, but she promised to think about it. I'll do everything in my power to convince her and bring you back.
Angelo smiled slightly, comforted by Taylor's words.
Angelo: I trust you. I know you'll do anything for me.
Taylor took a deep breath, determined to move forward on this quest. She knew the road ahead would be strewn with pitfalls, but with Angelo by her side, she was ready to face any challenge.
A few weeks passed...
In a hangar located in the basement of the underground base beneath the Cloning Company where Sabrina worked... Sabrina's army began to form, and Rémi emerged as a charismatic leader, recruiting former soldiers who had witnessed the threat posed by hybrids as conspirators. 20) They followed her orders with blind loyalty, sharing their desire for revenge.
The training was intense. Rémi taught them to recognize the signs of a hybrid, to be wary of appearances, something Sabrina had taught her. She didn't know if Rémi actually knew how to detect them, as a hybrid like them, but for some reason preferred to ignore them.
Rémi: They may appear human, but don't let them fool you. They can kill you without hesitation.
His voice echoed through the hangar.
Sabrina watched, satisfied with the growth of her army. But as the group grew, rumors began to circulate. Some began to question Sabrina's true intentions. She feared that doubts would take hold, which could compromise her entire plan, especially with the presence of Max-Emile, a draconian hybrid. She hesitated to completely erase his memory so that he would no longer remember their shared past.
One evening, as they were finishing a training session, Sabrina summoned Rémi to her office.
Sabrina: I need you to maintain order among the troops. If anyone starts to doubt us, it could be fatal.
Rémi nodded, aware of the importance of his mission.
Rémi: I'll do whatever it takes to keep them together. But I advise you not to underestimate their ability to think for themselves.
Sabrina scowled. Rémi's words made her think about the fine line she had to walk between control and freedom.
Chapter 2/9 : The Return of Angelo 1/2
Publié le 22/06/2025 à 02:42 par hellstory
Bill Kaulitz
Jules Sitruk "Aymeric"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Noah Lomax "Billy-Alexy"
Roland Emmerich
Taylor Momsen-Trumper
Tom Kaulitz
(Flash back)
Little time, after Bill and Tom joined the Church of Scientology of Monowi as Adjoints ... Roland Emmerich, the new director invited all the relatives of Bill and Tom to a crucial meeting. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation.
Roland Emmerich: We need you to join Scientology. This will help us keep in touch and strengthen our community.
Marc, Bill's boyfriend, hesitated to commit.
Heidi, Tom's wife, sign, leading her children in her wake. But Georg and Gustav categorically refused, saying that they did not want to be part of this community. It was a blow for the twins who understood that their old group was fracturing.
Billy-Alexy, Bill's son, turned to his father.
Billy-Alexy: I don't want to be associated with that. It's ridiculous.
The confrontation intensified, culminating in a bitter break between father and son.
(end flash back)
...
Bill and Tom, determined, always planned their hunting in Thomas. They had disseminated the evidence of his crimes according to his confidential personal file, despite the fact that the videos were still circulating, the fans, blinded by their love, defended.
In the office, the tension was palpable.
Bill's gaze was concentrated
Bill: We must act quickly. The more we wait, the more he becomes a legend in the eyes of his fans.
Tom nodded, tight fist.
Tom: We have the videos, but they think that these are assemblies made by artificial intelligence ...
Bill: People no longer even make the difference between what is real or fictitious
The passionate discussions of the twins resounded in the room, but the anxiety of the unknown weighed on them. The community of fans was mobilizing, fueling a cult around Thomas.
Bill received a call from Taylor.
Bill activated the speaker of his laptop and placed it on the desk remote.
Taylor: Hi Bill! I have news about Sabrina.
Bill: Hi, Taylor. What's going on?
Tom: Yeah, we listen.
Taylor: Sabrina has found a new job in a cloning company. She really wants to materialize her plan to hybridize humans of her rhesus. Like, if there were not enough chaos on earth!
Bill (sigh): Listen, we don't really have time to take care of Sabrina's business at the moment.
Tom: Yes, we are overwhelmed. But we will contact her as soon as we can find out more.
Bill: In any case, it was planned to summon her, she and Aymeric, so that they pass to the electrometer. We must really determine where Thomas hides despite that we have reached what he is wanted around the world ....
Taylor: I think it may be too late. Sabrina may bring him back to a new body. This would explain that it is always not found
Tom (frowning): It complicates things, indeed.
Bill (sighing again): Okay, thank you for the info. We will immediately contact them.
Taylor: Be careful, guys. Keep me posted.
Tom: Account on us. More!
Bill: See you soon, Taylor.
He hung up. Bill and Tom exchanged a worried look.
Tom: We must act quickly.
Bill: Yes. Let's start by contacting them.
(phone ringing)
Sabrina (with a tired voice): Yes, hello?
Bill: Sabrina, it's Bill. Tom and I need to talk to you, as well as to your husband, put a loudspeaker!
Sabrina (sigh): I'm not sure that it is the right time, here, it's night. Aymeric and I ... were about to go into the arms of Morpheus.
Tom: Listen, Sabrina, it's important. We have questions about Thomas. Where is he hiding, you know it?
Aymeric straightened up in the bed.
Aymeric: We have already told you that we do not know it
Bill (frustrated): We have been looking for Thomas for over a month now worldwide. And you two, you never answer our questions precisely. What do you know? What is the new work you found Sabrina? Taylor told us what kind of business, you work now.
Sabrina: I already told you that I don't want to talk about my work, so don't start with that!
Tom (pissed off): That's the problem! We believe that this "work" could be linked to Thomas. You have to tell us the truth.
Aymeric (confused): I don't understand what you're talking about. Sabrina, what's going on?
Sabrina (annoyed): Nothing, my love. Let them speak. We don't know anything about Thomas!
Bill (shrugging his voice): Don't lie! Police around the world are looking for him, and still nothing. You should know where it is!
Tom (sighing): Whenever you are called, it's the same thing. Why are you on the defensive? You hide something.
Sabrina (defensive): No, I swear! You are just too paranoid, so ask Xenu, your new God. I have nothing to do with the disappearance of Thomas and I do not want to discuss my job. He must be on another planet, he fled in flying saucer to join his reptilian galactic family, so go to Nibiru
Bill (exasperated): it goes in circles.
Tom (quieter): We are not trying to accuse you. We are trying to understand ... just tell us what you know?
Sabrina (silence): I can't. You don't understand ... it's complicated.
Aymeric (perplexed): What, complicated? Sabrina, what do you mean?
Bill (frustrated): There is no point in turning around the pot. We are not going to stop wondering until we get answers.
Tom: Frankly, we feel like you are hiding something from us, and that only increases our suspicions.
Sabrina (raised the tone): You do not understand that I now protect what I built? It's my life!
Aymeric (loser patience): what did you build such precious, that you dare not reveal? You should experience a kind of pride, then!
Bill (sighing): Very good, next week, we want to see you in our office in Monowi, you will go to the electrometer, each your turn
Tom (Assistescies): If you do not show up, well, the American police will come to pick you up next time.
The twins ended the conversation, frustrated and skeptical.
Sabrina (worried): I hate this feeling ...
Aymeric: What is the electrometer?
Sabrina: a device that determines whether or not we ment
Aymeric: I will immediately warn Thomas
Sabrina: No, he must stay where he is, it is precisely in the precipitation that things get worse, we will go to Monowi. And....
Aymeric: I would not speak and I really hope that ....
Sabrina: It is because I love you that I would remain silent like a dead but, if we were not together and very long since he would have been on the chair, if I knew where he was!
Aymeric: So you still haven't found any empathy for him, despite having lost everything, he will have to hide for life ... I have to bring him to eat everyday, make sure that he lacks nothing, otherwise he would become, without me?
Sabrina: You take care of him, as you did with your younger brother like a slave, the slave of men that you will remain until your beautiful soul evaporates definitively from this planet of hell and you let it drink your blood! You will end up having no more energy, you run out day by day ....
Aymeric: It's work, just like you
Sabrina: I work the week and the weekend ...
Aymeric: I don't even know what you are doing on the weekend, in the evening, where you are, nothing, I know nothing about your activities ... And its marks that you have on your body, a colleague mistreats you?
Sabrina: It's part of my business, does not ask a question ... Good night!
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Kim Kardashian "Journaliste"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Taylor Momsen-Trumper
The days following Taylor's visit to Sabrina were filled with a mixture of hope and apprehension. Taylor focused on finding any relevant information that might help him convince Sabrina to give Angelo a chance to return to the living. For his part, Angelo tried to maintain his clarity of mind, despite feeling increasingly etherically weak.
One morning, while browsing online articles about biotechnology and scientific advances, Taylor came across a discussion forum where people were discussing controversial projects involving experiments on human bodies. She wondered if such experiments were being conducted at the company where Sabrina worked.
Taylor: Sabrina must have something to do with these projects.
She began to dig deeper, talking to people on the forum who knew a bit about biotechnology. A science journalist told her about a company that had recently made headlines for its research on cloning and genetic manipulation.
Journalist: They have partnerships with various companies. Some projects have even been criticized for their questionable ethics. But it's rumored that there are people involved who don't always follow the rules.
This revelation made Taylor shudder, as she herself had a complex past. As a reptilian hybrid, she had grown up carrying the weight of her genetic heritage. Her parents, kidnapped by Grey aliens, had been subjected to experiments that resulted in her own transformation into a reptilian hybrid. She had to drink human blood to maintain her human form and not feel strong emotions to prevent her from losing her human form. These memories still haunted her. She had then been cloned after her death. She no longer lost her human form, and she no longer needed to drink blood to maintain her form. The possibility that Sabrina could play with human lives, similar to the Grey aliens' experiments, was unbearable for her.
Taylor: I can't let that happen to Angelo.
...
One night, while writing some songs late in her room, she received an unexpected message on her phone. It was from Sabrina.
"Taylor, could you come see me whenever you're free? I've been thinking about your request."
Taylor's heart raced. Maybe Sabrina had changed her mind.
...
A few days passed...
She went to France and headed for Sabrina's office.
When Taylor arrived, Sabrina was waiting for her with a serious expression on her face.
Sabrina: Come in...
Taylor: Hi Sabrina...
Sabrina: Hi Taylor. I've been thinking about your request regarding Angelo. I can't promise anything, but... I'm open to the idea of helping him. I was wondering about the possibility of using him as a subject because I don't see how he could be useful to me otherwise. Of course, I'd let him collaborate with your group if he's so essential to you... But you'll have to explain how he was able to go from dead to alive in the media; that won't be easy...
Taylor, although relieved, felt a growing sense of worry.
Taylor: Study subject? What do you mean?
Sabrina leaned forward, her eyes shining with excitement.
Sabrina: I have access to advanced technology that could help bring him back in ways you couldn't imagine. But there's a price.
Taylor (puzzled): What kind of price?
Sabrina: If I help him, he'll have to be part of a project I'm setting up. I can't just bring him back to life without some guarantees. I need data, samples, and Angelo could help me get what I need.
Taylor felt uneasy, recalling her own past. As a hybrid who had been manipulated by outside forces, the idea of turning a human being into an object of experimentation was unbearable for her.
Taylor: Angelo is not a tool for your research. He's a human being.
Sabrina (tone becoming firmer): I understand, but science is a complex field. If we truly want to bring him back, we need to be realistic about what's necessary.
Taylor sighed, realizing she had to weigh the pros and cons. She knew Sabrina was a difficult person to pin down, and if she agreed, it could have unintended consequences.
Taylor: I'll think about your proposal.
While her heart wasn't completely convinced.
...
Returning to her Los Angeles mansion, Taylor shared her concerns with Angelo.
Taylor: Sabrina is willing to help us, but she wants to use you as a subject.
Angelo: I don't want to be an object of experimentation. I just want to come back to life, not become a guinea pig.
Taylor: I understand. I'll do everything in my power to find another solution. We shouldn't rush into something that could harm us.
For the moment, they remained silent, each considering the situation. Taylor knew she had to get back in touch with Sabrina to explore other options, but she also had to be careful. The road to Angelo's resurrection would be fraught with danger, and she had to be prepared for anything.
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Pierre Garnier 'Angelo"
Taylor Momsen-"Trumper"
As the days passed, Taylor found herself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one side, there was the hope of bringing Angelo back, and on the other, the fear that her actions would lead to disastrous consequences. She had never been more aware of the dangers of manipulating life and death, a subject that touched her personally.
One night, while she was in bed, memories of her past haunted her. She thought back to her childhood, to the horror of the experiments she had undergone at the hands of the Grey aliens. She had been cloned after her death, and although her current life was that of a synthetic clone, the scars of her past never truly faded.
While meditating to calm her mind, she found herself overwhelmed by visions. Images from her childhood flashed before her, memories of screaming, darkness, and struggle. She saw herself as a young girl, locked in an experiment room, watching scientists manipulate her DNA, and feeling inexplicable pain. 4) These memories disturbed her, but she knew she had to face them to move forward.
Taylor: I am not this experiment. I am not an object.
In that moment, she felt a wave of comfort. She had learned to defend herself against her inner demons, but the struggle was a daily occurrence. She realized that her desire to save Angelo was also a way to atone for her own past, to prove she could make a difference.
One day, she went back to the company where Sabrina worked, determined to talk to her about her fears and doubts. When she arrived, she found Sabrina immersed in documents, surrounded by screens displaying complex data.
Sabrina (without looking up): Taylor. I'm glad you're here. I've been thinking about your offer.
Taylor: I've been thinking too. I'm not sure it's a good idea to treat Angelo like a study subject. He deserves better than that.
Sabrina finally looked up, one eyebrow arched.
Sabrina: I understand your concerns. But science requires sacrifice. If we're going to bring him back, we're going to have to make some tough choices.
Taylor: Tough choices shouldn't involve gambling with someone's life. I don't want this to be another experience like the ones I had.
Sabrina, visibly a little irritated, sat up straighter in her seat.
Sabrina: And how else do you think we could do this? The world doesn't work like that, Taylor. If you're truly determined to help Angelo, you have to accept that compromises are necessary.
Taylor sighed.
Taylor: I understand, but how can I be sure it won't hurt him?
Sabrina (smiling): Aren't you a little in love... admit it? Ever since your little collaboration, you haven't stopped thinking about him... am I wrong...? Then his death...
Taylor: This has nothing to do with love. I can't let someone suffer because of my choices.
Sabrina: You have hearts forming in your eyes every time you say his name... If I had known... that he was so important to you... then maybe...
Taylor: Well, what...
Sabrina: Nothing.
Taylor: Don't tell me that...
Sabrina: What are you implying? That I'm responsible for his death?
Taylor: Anything's possible. I find his death very premature, and quite strange, right after his victory, when he was starting his tour...
Sabrina: I don't primarily target people with my Rhesus unless they're enemies of mine. Angelo wasn't one of them, so you have the answer to your question.
Sabrina's tone became more conciliatory.
Sabrina: Listen. I have another idea. Perhaps we could first do some non-invasive tests to see what the chances of success are. If the results are promising, we could consider going further.
Taylor was relieved to hear an alternative.
Taylor: That sounds more acceptable. But I want to be involved every step of the way.
Sabrina: Okay. I promise you complete transparency. But I want you to know that if the results are good, I will ask for some cooperation from him.
Taylor nodded, though she couldn't help feeling a pang of worry. She knew Sabrina's intentions were never entirely pure. She was determined to protect Angelo, no matter what.
...
Taylor returned to Los Angeles, her heart heavy but full of hope. She explained the new proposal to Angelo, who listened attentively.
Angelo: That sounds more reasonable. But I don't want to become an experimental subject. I just want to live again.
Taylor: I understand. I'll do everything in my power to ensure you don't suffer. We have to trust this process.
Angelo: I still feel that fear. What if this fails?
Taylor: We'll do everything we can to make it work. I'm with you on this journey.
...
Over the next few days, Taylor and Sabrina worked together to prepare the tests. Taylor was involved in every step, seeking to understand the science behind the procedures. She was determined to ensure everything would be done with respect for Angelo and his dignity.
However, as they immersed themselves in the scientific work, Taylor couldn't help but feel another pang of fear. Memories of her own past, the traumatic experiences she had been subjected to, were coming back to haunt her. She wondered if she was repeating the mistakes of her own tormentors. 31) She had to face these demons before it was too late.
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Taylor Momsen-"Trumper"
Over the next few days, Taylor and Sabrina made the necessary preparations for the tests. Taylor was determined to ensure everything would be done with respect for Angelo and his dignity. In the ritual room, an atmosphere of tension hung in the air, mixed with a glimmer of hope.
Sabrina had brought sophisticated equipment, machines that flashed and beeped, creating an atmosphere both futuristic and eerie. Taylor watched with curiosity and apprehension, recalling memories of her own past and the technologies that had been used on her. She forced herself to focus on the goal: helping Angelo return.
Sabrina: We'll start with non-invasive tests. This will allow us to obtain data on his condition without harming him.
Taylor nodded, but she couldn't shake a feeling of worry. She turned to Angelo's wandering soul. He had isolated himself in a corner of the room, looking thoughtful.
Taylor: Are you ready?
She tried to read his eyes.
Angelo: I guess I don't really have a choice. I trust you, but I still feel this fear. What if this all fails?
Taylor tried to take his abstract hand in hers, trying to reassure him.
Taylor: We'll do everything we can to make this work. I'm here with you.
Sabrina understood immediately that Taylor wanted Angelo back because she had fallen in love with him, and it wasn't just a matter of working together. She almost gave a sinister smile, as if she had suddenly had an idea in mind that might save her own relationship from the clutches of the Kaulitz twins.
...
Sabrina began setting up the devices, explaining each step of the process to Taylor.
Sabrina: The first thing we're going to do is measure his spiritual and life energy levels. This will give us an idea of his potential for return. This is the first time I'm attempting to bring back a human from my Rhesus, so there may be some complications...
As she connected sensors around Angelo's soul, Taylor watched closely. She had always been particularly sensitive to energies, and she felt a deep connection with Angelo, even in this ethereal state.
The machines beeped regularly, and the graphs on the screens showed energy fluctuations. Sabrina examined the data carefully, frowning.
Sabrina: Interesting, his levels are higher than expected. This could indicate strong potential for resurrection.
Taylor felt a shiver of hope.
Taylor: Does this mean we have a chance?
Sabrina: It's possible. But it doesn't guarantee anything. Other factors may come into play.
...
After several hours of analysis, Sabrina took a break. She turned to Taylor, her face becoming more serious.
Sabrina: There's one more thing I need to talk to you about. Depending on the results, we might have to consider more advanced methods, techniques that could... be considered controversial.
Taylor: Controversial how?
A shiver of worry ran down her spine.
Sabrina (thought in the back of her mind): It might involve more advanced genetic manipulation.
Taylor: He might not be the same as before!
Sabrina smirked.
Sabrina: What if I could make him better? Imagine... What if I gave him mongoose DNA like I already do with the Rh-positive fetuses bathing in artificial wombs.
Taylor raised her eyebrows.
Taylor: Sabrina, you know what that means. It might not be him at all.
Sabrina: But maybe he wants to change, he was so... ordinary...
But Sabrina had always loved the idea of defying convention, of breaking down barriers. She let her imagination run wild.
Sabrina (imagining): Angelo, with his gentle gaze and charming smile, would be transformed, yes. With mongoose DNA, he would be more agile, more daring, maybe even a little wild. The idea of seeing this version of Angelo, a man both seductive and indomitable, who fears nothing.
She bit her lip in desire.
Sabrina: You'd fall even more under his spell, wouldn't you, or maybe he'd devour you, but maybe not since you're just a synthetic clone...
Taylor seeing the spark of fire in Sabrina's eyes.
Taylor: You're really willing to take that risk, aren't you? Just to get revenge on those who hurt you, to create an army, that's what you're truly seeking: to create these hybrids that you might no longer have control over the day they rebel against you.
Sabrina nodded determinedly.
Sabrina: Yes, I'm ready. The past must not remain frozen, and the future, I imagine it in my own way, not according to religious books.
She turned to the machine, her heart pounding, ready to defy the laws of nature. The room seemed to vibrate with palpable energy. She activated the systems.
As the lights flickered and the machine began to vibrate, Sabrina felt a surge of adrenaline. Taylor felt a tug of war. On one hand, the desire to save Angelo was stronger than ever, but on the other, she knew that this kind of manipulation had consequences. She recalled her own past, the pain of experimentation, and the struggle to regain her identity.
Taylor: I want Angelo to have a chance, but I don't want it to be at any cost.
Tensions mounted as they continued to work. Taylor couldn't help but feel the moment of reckoning was approaching. Every day, she returned to the ritual room to connect with Angelo, share her fears and hopes, but also to prepare him for what might come.
One night, when they were alone together, Angelo looked at her, a glint of determination in his eyes.
Angelo: Taylor, I know you're doing everything for me, but I want you to know that I don't want to become a project. I don't want my memories erased or for me to become a different version of myself.
Taylor: I promise you, I'll do everything in my power to keep you yourself. But we have to be ready for whatever might come.
Angelo: Whatever happens, I'm willing to take the risk. I want to live again, even if it means facing the unknown.
Taylor nodded, her heart heavy but relieved. She knew they had to move forward together, strong and united, no matter what challenges lay ahead.
...
When the day came to finalize the tests, Taylor felt her adrenaline rise. She stood beside Sabrina, who seemed focused on the measuring equipment. Angelo, on the other hand, was calm, ready for what was to come.
Sabrina began the procedures, each movement meticulously executed. The machines activated, and the lights flashed in a hypnotic dance. Taylor watched the graphs, hoping the results would be promising.
After a few minutes, Sabrina sat up, her face revealing an expression of surprise and concentration.
Sabrina: The results are more positive than I expected. But bold steps will be required to move forward. This might involve using technology that amplifies your connection to the physical world.
Taylor blanched at the thought of forcing such a connection, but she knew they had no other choice.
Taylor: We'll do it, but I want to be there every step of the way.
Preparations for Angelo's resurrection moved at a frenetic pace. After deciding to move forward, Taylor and Sabrina worked tirelessly to put the final steps in place. Taylor proposed a bold approach: using Sabrina's advanced technology to transfer Angelo's soul into his newly cloned original body.
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Taylor Momsen-"Trumper"
(Flashback)
In a world where technology has crossed boundaries once thought inaccessible, humanity has discovered a way to transcend death thanks to scientific advances and a network of global archives. These archives, known as "Echoes of Existence," preserve detailed information on every individual whose death has been publicized or acknowledged by official bodies.
The idea behind these archives is based on a combination of genetics, AI, and biometrics. Each individual is numbered and cataloged, and their DNA, biological characteristics, and even essential memories are stored in secure databases. Data is collected from various channels, such as medical reports, social media, and testimonies from friends and family. All of this is managed by an elite who access this information for cloning projects, one of the main goals of which is to give a second chance to those who have left an indelible mark on the world.
In this context, Angelo, a young man whose death was premature, has his soul summoned by Taylor, a medium with exceptional sensitivity. Taylor, with her unique gift as a medium, manages to establish a link between the worlds of the living and the dead, then enlists the help of Sabrina, a scientist belonging to this elite. Sabrina has been trained to transfer souls into cloned bodies, using cutting-edge technology to ensure that the new body is a faithful replica of the original.
The transfer process raises ethical and philosophical questions: what makes us who we are? Is it our body, our soul, or the experiences that form our identity? As Taylor and Sabrina work together to restore Angelo to life, they must navigate the complexities of human consciousness while facing the challenges posed by this technology reserved for a few.
(End Flashback)
Sabrina adjusted the settings on the machines.
Sabrina: We must act quickly. The connections between Angelo's soul and his body degrade over time. Once we stabilize his presence, we will proceed with the transfer.
Angelo: I'm ready. I feel like it's now or never.
Taylor took his ethereal hand.
Taylor: We're going to make this happen. I promise I'll be there, every step of the way.
Sabrina initiated the process, and the machines activated with a hum. The lights flickered, casting an eerie glow around the room. Taylor closed her eyes and concentrated, channeling her energy to help Angelo stabilize.
Taylor: Angelo, I'm with you. Remember who you are. We are more than what others think.
The connection between them strengthened, and Angelo felt a surge of energy wash over him. The devices around them emitted increasingly intense sounds as the procedure reached its climax.
Sabrina: Attention.
She stared at the screen.
Sabrina: We're about to begin the transfer. Ready?
Angelo: Ready!
A dazzling light enveloped Angelo as his soul began to infuse into his original body. Taylor felt an immense warmth, as if the barriers between worlds were dissolving. The room began to vibrate, and a powerful breath rippled through the air.
Then, everything fell silent. The lights dimmed, and an eerie calm descended. Taylor opened his eyes, his heart pounding. Angelo was lying on the floor, his original cloned body peaceful.
Taylor: Angelo!
He slowly opened his eyes, and a glimmer of recognition lit up his face.
He whispered in a raspy but familiar voice.
Angelo: Taylor?
Taylor: Yes, it's me! You're back!
Angelo slowly straightened, becoming aware of his body. He stood up, his movements more solid than ever. He looked around in wonder.
Angelo : I... I'm back. I can feel everything!
Taylor hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Taylor: I knew you could do it. You're alive!
Sabrina watched them, a satisfied smile on her lips.
Sabrina: It worked.
Angelo moved away slightly, stretching and becoming fully aware of his body.
Angelo: It's incredible... I never thought I'd feel this way again.
Sabrina: You still need to take some time to adjust. But for now, I think you deserve a moment of respite.
As Angelo savored his rebirth, he realized that it hadn't all been easy. Now he had to face the repercussions of his return. He turned to Taylor, his eyes shining with gratitude.
Angelo: I never thought I could break free from this prison, this emptiness, this loneliness, this nothingness... thank you both.
With Angelo back among the living, Taylor felt a surge of hope.
But life continued to spin around them, and they knew they had to prepare for more challenges. Taylor was aware that their choices were not without consequences, and the outside world wasn't going to wait for them.
As they left the ritual room, Taylor could already feel the tension rising. It was time to face the reality that awaited them. She knew Sabrina wasn't the only one with hidden motives, and that other people from their past still had a role to play in their story.
Taylor turned to Angelo.
Taylor: We need to prepare for what's coming. I'm sure Thomas and others won't appreciate your return.
Angelo nodded, his face serious.
Angelo: I'm ready to fight. I won't let anyone take me back.
Taylor: Together, we can overcome anything. This is a new beginning.
Sabrina began to cough coarsely to make her presence known.
Sabrina: Angelo, come to my office please, now that I finally see you, and I can hear you concretely, Taylor if you could stay away, I need to talk alone with my creation.
Brent Spiner "Colleague 1"
Gillian Anderson "Colleague 2"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Sabrina (frowning): Listen to me carefully. I brought you back for a specific reason, and I'm going to be direct.
Angelo (perplexed): I... I don't understand.
Sabrina (sarcastic): Don't play innocent. You know perfectly well I'm not asking you this out of pure altruism. My marriage is in trouble, and you're the only person who can help me.
Angelo (suspicious): Help with what, exactly?
Sabrina (firmly): Listen, I discovered that your hearing problems, which started during Star Academy and worsened after your victory on tour, have a cause... One person is behind it all: Thomas.
Angelo (surprised): Thomas? This is absurd. You're losing your mind. Are you sure your husband didn't influence you?
Sabrina (getting angry): I'm not losing my mind! I saw the voodoo doll Thomas made, which was meant for you… You remember the concert he gave in tribute to your death, right? You must have still been wandering like a lost soul at that time? Am I wrong?
Angelo (bewildered): Yes, I saw it. But that doesn't prove anything. What you're saying isn't logical; it's contradictory. As a wandering soul, I've observed strange things.
Sabrina: What kinds of strange things?
Angelo: I noticed shadows that seemed to come to life, moving inexplicably through the places I was, as if they had a will of their own. I heard voices and sounds of past moments, forgotten conversations or the laughter of loved ones, as if I were able to relive memories of others. I encountered silhouettes of other lost souls, blurred shapes that appeared and disappeared, as if they were trying to communicate or share a final thought. I saw objects lift and float in the air, defying the laws of gravity, as if they were reacting to an invisible energy. I had glimpses of future events or choices to come for the people I observed, as if I could see the consequences of their actions before they happened. I discovered luminous passages that seemed to lead to other realities or dimensions, feeling irresistibly drawn to these lights. I've had conversations with other wandering souls, learning their stories, their regrets, and their quests, creating a sense of community in this fleeting dimension. Just before falling into a dimension where only darkness reigned in the utmost silence, alone...
Sabrina: Stop, I've heard enough.
Angelo: Maybe you just need help. You seem delusional, as does your husband, who is receiving treatment.
Sabrina (insistent): It doesn't matter what you think. What I need is for you to tell the twins at Tokio Hotel where Thomas is hiding. If you contact them, I can get out of this situation.
Angelo (defiant): And why should I do that for you? I don't owe you anything, well, yes... but...
Sabrina (with a bitter smile): You're here, in the flesh, thanks to me. I didn't even inject you with mongoose DNA because Taylor wanted you to stay the same. But if you want to become another man, don't hesitate to come back to me.
Angelo (indignant): I'm not here to be used by you or anyone else.
Sabrina moved closer, her tone icy.
Sabrina: Look, without me, you'd still be lost in this dimension of nothingness. So, are you really ready to let this chance pass you by? I won't settle for a "no."
Angelo (thoughtfully, frowning): You're determined to do anything to save your marriage...
Sabrina (determined): At any cost. And you should do the same. If you want to move forward, I'll tell you where Thomas is, but you have to promise me it'll stay between us. The twins are offering more than a million to whoever finds him.
Angelo remained silent, torn between hesitation and anger.
Angelo: Very well, I'll think about it. But know that if I accept, it won't be for the money, because I have no trust in you.
Sabrina (with a slight smile): That's all I ask. Think carefully, Angelo. Time is running out. I've inserted a chip in you, and I can blow you up at any moment. You have 24 hours. I'll let you go.
Angelo: Is that what you say to everyone you bring back? To scare them...
Sabrina: Follow me...
She moved the coat rack that was at the back of her desk, which concealed a door leading to an elevator.
Angelo: A secret elevator... well...
They entered it
The elevator descended slowly to the 13th floor below. A palpable tension hung in the air.
Angelo (looking at Sabrina): It's crazy to think you're the same Sabrina I knew before... before all this. I have a hard time recognizing you.
Sabrina (cold): People change...
Angelo (trying to lighten the mood): Yes, but I remember a woman who seemed to live in her husband's shadow. Now you seem... different. Ambitious, even. It's touching, actually.
Sabrina remained silent, staring at the floor numbers as they passed by. Angelo continued, hoping to break the ice.
Angelo (sincere): You know, you could be the kind of woman I've always dreamed of. The one who wants to achieve her goals, no matter the obstacles, free-spirited. After everything you've been through, you didn't let yourself get down.
Sabrina interrupted him, her gaze piercing.
Sabrina (icily): Tell me, when you were wandering around as a lost soul, did you focus on me? Did you try to find out more about me?
Angelo (hesitant): Well... yes. I found you so hostile before I died. It must have hidden deep wounds. But I didn't just focus on you, don't worry.
Sabrina froze, shocked by his answer.
Sabrina (angrily): You should have focused on Thomas then. You would have seen that he was responsible for making you deaf, by practicing voodoo magic on the doll he made for you.
Angelo (surprised): Thomas? I never thought he could be malicious.
The elevator beeped, signaling they had arrived at the desired floor. Tensions rose as the doors slowly opened.
Sabrina headed for the exit.
Sabrina: Sometimes it's better not to try to understand.
Angelo stood frozen for a moment, then followed her down the hallway, his mind clouded by their exchange.
13th floor, in the underground base. The atmosphere was cold and austere. Pale lights plunged the space into an unwelcoming gloom.
The walls were made of bare concrete, and the ventilation ducts were noisy, amplifying the hostile atmosphere. Sabrina's colleagues, in white coats, were bustling around tables filled with scientific equipment. One of them, a man with thick glasses, noticed them first.
Colleague 1 (frowning): Sabrina, who is this man? We've never seen him here before...
Sabrina, arms crossed, adopted an authoritative stance and answered confidently.
Sabrina (firmly): It's Angelo. A friend who's accompanying me for the day.
The colleagues exchanged glances, visibly intrigued. Another colleague approached curiously.
Colleague 2: What made you invite him to see our... projects?
Angelo, a friendly smile on his face, tried to lighten the mood.
Angelo (humorously): Oh, I just thought I could check out the latest in cloning technology... and maybe sign up for a cooking class, who knows?
Sabrina gave him a sharp look, visibly unamused, while her colleagues looked at Angelo, intrigued but cautious.
Sabrina (dryly): This isn't a place for entertainment. We have more serious things to do here.
Angelo, despite Sabrina's cold stare, wasn't put off and continued joking.
Angelo (provocative): Actually, I was expecting coffee, but I think I'll have to settle for a good old-fashioned "Failed Experiments Coffee."
Sabrina, impatient, reminded him of his authority, while maintaining respect among her colleagues.
Sabrina (icily): Angelo, remember that I have the power to detonate the chip I inserted in you at any time.
The colleagues, although already aware of Sabrina's abilities, exchanged worried glances, some whispered among themselves. Angelo, with a burst of audacity, replied kindly.
Angelo (with a mischievous smile): Go ahead, do it. I'm curious to see what it feels like... but you know, that would be a little too dramatic, wouldn't it?
They walked down the corridor, then entered a freezing room filled with mechanical buzzing. Inside, several babies floated in artificial wombs, connected to buzzing machines. Angelo watched with disturbing fascination.
Angelo (frowning): What's this? What's the purpose of these... experiments?
Sabrina leaned in slightly, a devilish smile playing on her lips, while her colleagues, aware of the plans, showed professional interest.
Sabrina (sincerely): These babies... perhaps they're destined to replace the current leaders.
Angelo stared at Sabrina, a look of shock on his face.
Angelo (worried): Wait, you mean these children could replace... people?
The colleagues, although accustomed to this kind of experimentation, exchanged knowing glances, affirming the reality of the situation.
Colleague 1 (with an enigmatic smile): That's exactly what we're doing here. Preparing for a different future.
Colleague 2 (adding): And we have confidence in Sabrina to carry out these projects. She knows what she's doing.
Angelo remained silent, absorbing the gravity of her words. The atmosphere in the room became oppressive as he realized the implications, while Sabrina, unperturbed, watched the babies with a strange satisfaction, her colleagues giving her respectful glances, but filled with doubts about the ethics of their work.
Chapter 2/9 : The Return of Angelo 2/2
Publié le 22/06/2025 à 02:27 par hellstory
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
The air was thick with tension, and Angelo looked around with curiosity mixed with concern. Sabrina, unperturbed, stood near a control panel.
Angelo watched the babies, his mind reeling from the horror of the situation. He turned his head toward Sabrina, his gaze searching for answers.
Angelo (hesitant): Can't you think what you're doing here is... ethical?
Sabrina, a cold smile on her lips, approached the control panel. She pressed a button, the lights flickered, and a faint buzzing sound was heard. Angelo, concerned, frowned.
Sabrina (icily): Ethical? That's what we'll find out.
She pressed another button, and one of the artificial wombs lit up. Inside, a floating fetus seemed more agitated. Angelo, worried, moved slightly closer to see what was happening.
Angelo (apprehensively): What are you doing, Sabrina?
Sabrina didn't respond. She stared at the uterus, her smile widening, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. With a deliberate gesture, she pressed a large red button.
Sabrina (in a soft but terrifying voice): Look closely.
The buzzing sound turned into a screeching noise. The artificial womb began to vibrate, and suddenly, a bright flash erupted. Angelo, horrified, took a few steps back as he realized what was happening. Inside, the fetus was suddenly enveloped in a pale light before an explosion of organic matter occurred, leaving behind a bloody stain on the glass.
Angelo (horrified): No... No, it's impossible!
The colleagues, although accustomed to disturbing experiences, exchanged dark glances, aware of Sabrina's cruelty.
Sabrina (calm, almost satisfied): This is what can happen to you, Angelo. All my creations are microchipped and under my control. A simple press of a button and...
She trailed off, her piercing gaze fixed on Angelo's, almost elated.
Sabrina (with a sinister smile): ...life is extinguished.
Angelo, breathing heavily, felt overcome by fear. He scanned the room, realizing the magnitude of what he had just seen. His hands trembled slightly.
Angelo (trembling): You... you're capable of this? How can you do this to innocent people?
Sabrina approached him, her gaze determined and cold. She leaned in slightly, her face inches from his.
Sabrina (in a soft but menacing voice): It's all about power, Angelo. Never forget that. I won't hesitate to get rid of anyone who gets in my way.
Angelo's gaze darkened, a mixture of fear and disbelief filling him. He understood now that Sabrina wasn't just an ambitious woman. She was a force of nature, capable of making unthinkable decisions.
Sabrina straightened, still smiling, as a heavy silence fell over the room. Angelo, shaken by the experience, took a step back, realizing that he was in the presence of someone far more dangerous than he had imagined.
Angelo, still in shock, was frozen by the horror of what he had just seen. Sabrina broke the silence.
Sabrina (calm): Okay, Angelo, you've seen enough for today. It's time to head upstairs.
Angelo, still trembling, reluctantly agreed. They retraced their steps, heading for the elevator, the tension between them palpable. Once inside, the doors closed with a dull thud.
Sabrina (looking at the elevator buttons): If I hadn't implemented this ambitious project, the world would never have changed. It's time to turn this planet around.
Angelo, his gaze lost, tried to gather his thoughts.
Angelo (still in shock): Do you... do you realize how... extreme this is? I mean, we're talking about human lives here.
Sabrina smiled, but her expression remained serious.
Sabrina (sincerely): You don't understand. Rh-positive people, like us, outnumber world leaders. But unfortunately, they do everything they can to lower men's testosterone. They want to make you harmless.
Angelo burst out laughing, unsure whether to take what she was saying seriously or not, but the nervousness in his laughter was palpable.
Angelo (nervous laughter): Are you serious? That's... that's a little too conspiratorial, isn't it?
Sabrina (frowning, serious): No. They inject all sorts of harmful things into food, drink... so that we can no longer rebel, so that you men remain docile like dolphins facing sharks.
Angelo's laughter slowly died away, replaced by a puzzled expression.
Angelo (trying to reason with her): Listen, Sabrina, I know you're passionate about what you do, but... doesn't this seem a little crazy to you?
She turned to him, her eyes shining with all-consuming ambition.
Sabrina (confidently): I assure you, my galactic family passed on their Gray DNA to me, and this mixture with human DNA made me realize that they really wanted me to become even more of a slave than a human slave. Grays are slaves to other aliens, do you understand? Stinking of rotten eggs, it's a good thing they didn't pass on their natural body odor to me. No man would have been able to approach me; I would have sunk into loneliness for life, never knowing love...
Angelo looked at Sabrina, completely bewildered.
Angelo (naively): A slave? But... you're creating something huge here. Why not try doing things differently, without resorting to all this?
Sabrina narrowed her eyes, her determination unwavering.
Sabrina (insistent): No, no. All this gave me the idea to hybridize. I inserted mongoose DNA to strengthen my abilities, to be less emotional and fearful, even though I was less emotional than most humans of our rhesus lineage, which is linked to the coldness and lack of empathy of my gray ancestors.
Angelo, puzzled, shook his head in a sort of incomprehension.
Angelo (taking a deep breath): But Sabrina, you don't need to transform yourself into something you're not. You already have so much potential within you. Perhaps you could use your skills to help people instead of controlling them.
Sabrina stared at him, then smiled slightly, almost amused by his naiveté.
Sabrina (with a hint of derision): Angelo, you're too idealistic. Reality is more complex than that. The world needs change, and I'm the one who will bring it about.
Angelo, realizing he was hitting a wall, sighed and looked at the elevator buttons, hoping the conversation would take a less disturbing turn.
Angelo (trying to change the subject): Okay, but why not consider a more… peaceful approach? Perhaps by uniting people, you could create this change without all this violence?
Sabrina shook her head, her gaze hardening as she prepared to exit the elevator.
Her tone left no room for discussion.
Sabrina: Peace is a luxury the world cannot afford.
The elevator doors opened, leaving Angelo torn between fear and disbelief as he followed Sabrina down the hall, still troubled by the gravity of her words and the reality of her ambition. They then went to his office and she walked him to the door.
Sabrina: This way to the exit, goodbye.
Angelo: Goodbye, Sabrina.
Sabrina: Taylor, he's coming again tomorrow to bring me, hopefully, his signed contract, so be patient before flying to Los Angeles..
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Taylor Momsen-"Trumper"
Angelo came out, looking flustered. Taylor, who was waiting by the door, grabbed his arm.
Taylor (with a smile): So, what did she tell you? It sounds pretty serious...
Angelo (hesitant, looking at the floor): It was... yeah, very serious. She offered me a contract. But I can't really talk about it. It's confidential.
Taylor (frowning): Confidential? What does that entail?
Angelo (visibly shocked): I have to decide if I'm going to reveal Thomas's whereabouts. But... there's a lot at stake. Sabrina showed me... things. Fetuses in artificial wombs. It's... it's disturbing.
Taylor (worried): Oh my God, Angelo... I'm sorry. I didn't know it was this intense.
Angelo (sighing): And now I don't know what to think. Sabrina seems to really want to protect her relationship, which is hiding Thomas, but she wants me to be the one to reveal his whereabouts to the twins at Tokio Hotel. It complicates everything. She told me he could also be responsible for my death, well...
Taylor (frowning): Thomas has always had a... problematic reputation. He's done some bad things, it's true. But do you really think he's responsible for your death?
Angelo (hesitant): I... I don't know. But if that's true, then why doesn't Sabrina report him? She could. It might put him out of harm's way.
Taylor: Her husband has feelings for him... That's why Sabrina doesn't report him... But you know, I wasn't with you at Star Academy, so I don't know what really happened. Everyone has their own version of things.
Angelo (looking thoughtful): That's the problem. I have to decide whether or not to sign this contract. But if I do, I could betray someone, especially her husband, my very first fan and very good friend. Someone who would be happy to see me among the living, not to mention my family, my childhood friends...
Taylor (approaching): Listen, Angelo. I understand that you're torn. But don't forget who you are. If you feel there's still hope for Thomas, then maybe you should talk to him directly, instead of going through intermediaries. I'd go with you; it's safer.
Angelo (looking Taylor in the eyes): You're right. But I need to take time to think about it. I don't want to make a hasty decision. And I have to keep the contract a secret. I don't want to cause any problems.
Taylor (smiling): Take all the time you need. I'm here if you need to talk. And who knows... maybe all this will bring us closer to "The Pretty Reckless" after all, and we'll go on stage together.
Angelo (scrolling into a shy smile): Yes, maybe. It means a lot to me. But, I've been declared dead...
Taylor: Don't worry, I bought you a vampire mask to start with, and we'll find a solution. I have the right contacts, trust me.
They looked at each other for a moment; the atmosphere was tense but hopeful.
They ended up walking slowly, thoughtful, the air thick with emotion, toward Taylor's car.
Taylor (looking Angelo in the eyes): You know, I understand that this is complicated. But I want you to remember that you're not alone in this. I'm here for you, no matter what.
Angelo (sighing, looking troubled): I wish I could talk about it freely, but this contract... it's weighing me down. It makes me feel isolated, even with you.
Taylor (stopping, gently taking his hand): Just... follow your instincts. If you think Thomas deserves a chance, then do it. But if you feel he's a danger, then... protect yourself.
Angelo, looking at their intertwined hands, his heart beating faster.
Angelo: You're right. But there are so many uncertainties. If I make the wrong choice, it could have consequences for everyone.
Taylor (tenderly): You're a kind person. Your choices come from the heart. Just take a moment to find yourself. I believe in you.
Angelo (hesitantly): I could walk into the woods where Thomas is hiding... just to see for myself.
Taylor (with a gentle smile): If you ever need company, I'm here, by your side. It's never safe, even for a man, to be alone in the woods; you might encounter the big, bad wolf.
Angelo (brightening): Thank you. It comforts me to know you're by my side. It gives me not only strength, but also... a certain serenity.
Taylor frowned slightly, moving a little closer.
Taylor: And don't forget, if you ever want us to make music together again, I'm ready to support you in all your decisions. Of course, afterward, my manager will approve or not. Whatever happens, I want you to feel free to explore whatever you want.
Angelo (smiling, touched by her closeness): Yes, I'll think about it. Music has always been an escape for me. Maybe it can help me clarify my thoughts... and my feelings.
Taylor (with a knowing wink): So, what kind of music would you like to create if you had carte blanche, while we're at the hotel? We'll say you lost your ID, and with a lot of money I'll put on the counter, they'll turn a blind eye.
Angelo lost his serious expression for a moment, his gaze locked with Taylor's.
Angelo: I think I'd like to mix dark elements with moving melodies... something that really speaks to struggles and hopes. But most of all, something that touches you and me.
Taylor (blushing slightly): I love it! We'll make something powerful, I'm sure. And in the end, who knows where it might lead us... maybe to something more beautiful.
They looked at each other, the atmosphere between them thick with palpable tension. Angelo leaned forward slightly, and Taylor, without backing away, encouraged him with a small smile.
Angelo (almost whispering): I don't know where this will lead, but I'd like you to be by my side, no matter where it goes.
Taylor (with a genuine smile): I want that too, Angelo. Together, we can face anything.
The scene ended in a suspended moment, their eyes meeting, their hands still clasped, hinting at a deeper bond that might develop amid the uncertainties that surrounded them.
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Sabrina's office was a cold, austere room, dominated by metal and glass. The walls were adorned with framed diplomas, but despite the awards, the atmosphere was charged with palpable tension. Angelo entered, his heart heavy, the contract in hand. He found Sabrina sitting there, her eyes fixed on her computer screen, a defiant look on her face.
Angelo: Sabrina
His soft voice contrasting with the austerity of the room
Angelo: We need to talk about the contract.
She slowly turned her head, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips.
Sabrina: Ah, Angelo. Always the kind soul.
He took a deep breath.
Angelo: I can't sign it. I've been thinking. I don't want to have a man's death on my conscience. I saw the media coverage of Thomas... accusations of human sacrifice, rituals. It's... it's unbearable.
Sabrina narrowed her eyes, her hostility strengthening.
Sabrina: Do you know how much you could earn? A million euros, Angelo. Imagine what that could bring you, after coming back from the dead, in the same body but brand new.
He retorted.
Angelo (his voice trembling with emotion): Money doesn't buy happiness. I never dreamed of wealth. I just want to live my passion, do what I love... without being an outcast.
She burst out laughing, a cruel sound that echoed through the room.
Sabrina: And where are you planning to sing? In your room with thick walls? You're 'dead' in the eyes of the world, Angelo. You'll have to find a quiet passion; it will suit you better.
Angelo felt cornered; the reality Sabrina was describing hit him hard.
Angelo: I... I don't know. Maybe the best punishment for Thomas is to hide. Dying in the electric chair will only be a release.
Sabrina looked at him, a mixture of irony and disappointment in her eyes.
Sabrina: You're so naive. Taylor wanted you back, but she doesn't know that this collaboration is impossible. What are you planning?
Angelo stood up, the weight of the decision weighing on his shoulders.
Angelo: I prefer to live knowing I haven't contributed to anyone else's suffering. Maybe that's what living is, after all.
Sabrina, for her part, remained frozen, her gaze piercing, contemplating Angelo's determination in the face of a reality she could not accept. In that moment of charged silence, the fate of the two figures took shape, cruel and uncertain, in the shadow of that office where choices intertwined with survival.
With a piercing gaze, Sabrina continued:
Sabrina: Tell me, Angelo, did you at least go see where Thomas was, in that wood I told you about? I made sure to leave you some directions, in case you were a bit curious.
Angelo nodded, his expression grave.
Angelo: Yes, I went there. The shelter is well hidden. I was able to see that.
She moved forward slightly in her chair, a mischievous smile on her lips.
Sabrina: And you didn't dare knock on the door in the foliage?
Angelo (clenched jaw): No. But that doesn't prove there's actually someone inside.
Sabrina narrowed her eyes, her simmering anger resurfacing.
Sabrina: You know you'd be in danger if he were here with us. Thomas is responsible for your death, and he even took great pleasure in organizing a tribute concert.
Angelo straightened, his determination strengthening.
Angelo: I don't want to cause trouble. I just want to live normally, to see my family, my friends again...
She shook her head, a bitter smirk playing on her lips.
Sabrina: That's impossible. You were given the same body as the previous one, but you must never show yourself in public. On this planet, religion is omnipresent. If you've been good, you go to heaven; if you've been bad, you go to hell. The dead don't come back; in other words, you no longer exist. It's simple, you see?
Angelo's gaze hardened, and he dared to ask a question that had been bothering him.
Angelo: How many people like me have you brought back?
Sabrina looked away, visibly annoyed.
Sabrina: It's none of your business. My ex-husband inherited a new body and managed to convince his religious family that it was really him. He managed to get his old life back...
Angelo, a glint of hope in his eyes, replied:
Angelo: That's what I'd like, too...
She burst out laughing, the sound like a stab.
Sabrina: Do you really think that would save you? My ex-husband was never in the news, unlike you. Finally, he and I were wanted by the French police—which meant our faces were exposed, it's true—for shooting Thomas fans who were attacking Tokio Hotel fans during a concert by injecting them with deadly mini-darts from a distance that didn't draw blood. Then we spent 10 years in prison...
Angelo: That's an old story; no one remembers that anymore.
Sabrina, with a glint of cynicism in her eyes, replied:
Sabrina: It doesn't matter. The past still haunts us. And you, Angelo, you will have to learn to live in the shadow of what was and what could have been.
In this office where eyes crossed like arrows, Angelo's destiny was intertwined with that of a past he would have liked to forget, while Sabrina remained anchored in a reality she refused to leave.
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Taylor Momsen-"Trumper"
Sabrina, her expression closed, interrupted Angelo's train of thought.
Sabrina: Okay, that's enough. To end this discussion, bring me Taylor. I need to talk to her.
Angelo looked at her, surprised by the sudden change in tone.
Angelo: Why?
Sabrina rolled her eyes, impatient.
Sabrina: Because it's time to make some decisions. Things can't stay as they are. If you really want to understand what awaits you, you have to bring her in. She has answers, and I need to know her intentions.
He felt a shiver of worry run through him.
Angelo: But what are you going to tell her?
Sabrina (replied): That's not yours to worry about.
His authoritarian tone left no room for discussion.
Sabrina: I want to know if she has a plan for the future, or if she simply intends to leave you in the shadows.
Angelo questioned the meaning of this request.
Sabrina stood up, determination visible in her eyes.
Sabrina: She knows there are unanswered questions and that time is running out. Bring her here.
Angelo nodded, though he felt a mixture of fear and hope. He knew this meeting could change everything, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know the truths it might reveal.
As he walked toward the door, Sabrina added, her voice softer but full of gravity.
Sabrina: Be careful, Angelo. The path you choose is fraught with pitfalls. And once the truth is revealed, there will be no turning back.
With a final hesitation, Angelo left the office, aware that each step brought him closer to a destiny he could barely grasp.
...
Before going to find Taylor, Angelo decided to take a detour to the restroom. He needed a few moments to collect his thoughts, but he had no idea he was being watched. Just outside Sabrina's office, a figure lurked in the shadows, listening to every word exchanged. Their gaze fixed on the contract Angelo carefully held under his arm, the figure waited for the opportune moment to act.
Angelo, distracted by his own concerns, paid no attention to what was going on around him. He left the contract at the entrance to the bathroom to free his hands, thinking it was just a moment's respite.
...
He then washed his hands, his mind whirling with uncertainties and fears about the future. But as he regained his senses, a dull anxiety invaded him. He returned to the entrance, his head full of questions.
Once outside, he instantly realized that the contract was no longer there. A shiver of alarm ran through him.
Angelo (murmured): Shit!
He scanned the area suspiciously.
The figure that had been watching him took advantage of Angelo's agitation to disappear into the shadows, taking the precious document with him. Angelo began to frantically search his surroundings, his heart pounding. Who had taken his contract? And more importantly, why?
The hallways echoed with the sound of his hurried footsteps as he began to realize the magnitude of the situation. Secrets were at stake, secrets he had hoped to keep buried. Fear crept into him: what if this contract fell into the wrong hands?
He recalled the conversation with Sabrina, wondering how much the others really knew. Suddenly, he understood that he had to hurry and find Taylor, because now more than ever, every second counted. The stakes were much higher than he had imagined.
...
Angelo, his heart pounding, began walking briskly down the hallway, his mind racing. Sabrina's words still echoed in his head, but now they took on a sinister tone. He knew he had to find Taylor before it was too late.
He headed toward the company's exit, the pressure of the situation tightening his chest.
Angelo (thought): Where is she?
As he glanced around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the singer's familiar silhouette.
Finally, he saw her, sitting on a bench near the parking lot, her face etched with concern. She looked up as he approached, and the expression on her face told him she knew something.
Taylor: Angelo, what's going on?
She jumped up when she saw his desperate expression.
Angelo (shaky voice): The contract... it's gone. I left it at the bathroom entrance, and when I came back, it was gone. Someone's watching us.
Taylor's eyes widened, but instead of panicking, she smiled reassuringly.
Taylor: Look, it's okay. If someone took the contract, it's none of your business. You refused to sign it. If someone wants to make a million euros, well, we can wish them all the best.
Angelo, surprised by her reaction, felt slightly reassured.
Angelo: Do you really think that's a good thing?
Taylor (with conviction): Absolutely. You chose to stay out of this, and that's your decision. This contract has nothing to do with you anymore. We need to focus on what's important.
He nodded, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders.
Angelo: You're right. You need to reach Sabrina; she wants to talk to you. But be careful. I don't want you to get into a sticky situation.
Taylor (encouraging smile): Don't worry about me. I'll keep you updated.
As she walked away, Angelo took a deep breath, aware that the situation was more serious than he'd imagined. He turned toward the building, watching the employees come and go, wondering what was really going on.
He finally made his way to Taylor's car, eagerly awaiting her return. In this moment of relative calm, he reflected on the growing stakes weighing on his shoulders. Angelo's fate and Thomas's were now intertwined.
As time stretched on, he knew he had to remain vigilant. The uncertain future awaited them, and every moment counted.
Sabrina, with a confident posture and an enigmatic smile, sat behind a sleekly designed desk, surrounded by genetically modified plants that seemed to vibrate with a clean energy.
Taylor pushed open the door.
Taylor (smirking): So, Sabrina, you wanted to see me. I hope it's not to talk to me about your new method of breeding clones? I'm afraid my presence won't be enough to improve your image.
Sabrina (laughing softly): While cloning is fascinating, I assure you my curiosity goes beyond that. For example, how do you plan to handle Angelo now that he's back in his body? Are you going to lock him away in your mansion?
Taylor (crossing her arms): Ah, Angelo... You seem genuinely concerned. Maybe you should give him some breathing room. After all, he didn't sign your contract, did he? So they're not all docile...
Sabrina (raising her eyebrows): Maybe, but I do have a certain... control over the situation. I brought him back to life, after all.
Taylor: Yes, because I wanted to, and we brought him back together.
(sarcastic) But inserting a chip into his brain isn't exactly a reconciliation gesture. It's more like a "welcome to my little prison."
Sabrina (with a bold smile): People need a little fear to appreciate life. Everything I do is for the good of humanity... I'm inspired by you, but I subtly reverse your plan, nuance.
Taylor (light laughter): For the good of humanity, you say? You're really off base. You're alone in this quest. To win, you'd need a pack, a group that would defend you, that would be willing to sacrifice themselves for you. If you stop paying your employees, they'll turn their backs on you...
Sabrina (with a determined look): It's because you lack self-confidence that you need a community, not to mention a God. I don't need that, I'm a free woman without a collar around my neck, and without God over my head, because I am God and I do what I want.
Taylor (sighs): You don't know what you're getting yourself into. Their knowledge, their power, is much more than you can imagine. They won't let you win without a fight.
Sabrina (persistent): But then, how are you going to handle Angelo? If he's recognized on the street?
Taylor (mysterious): Oh, I'll handle the situation just fine. With a little subtlety, a smile, and a look that only those in the know can understand. People quickly forget.
Sabrina (intrigued, but not convinced): It sounds good, but it lacks substance.
Taylor (with a mischievous smile): Sometimes, Sabrina, substance hides behind innuendo. I'm sure you still have a lot to learn about managing people, even those with complex pasts like Angelo.
Sabrina (sighing): Okay, you can go... but I'm not convinced.
Taylor (standing up): Fine, I'll leave you with your certainties. But remember, the world is much bigger than your cloning office...
Taylor left the office with a mysterious smile, leaving Sabrina pensive, considering her words.
Chapter 3/9 : Confusions
Publié le 22/06/2025 à 02:19 par hellstory
Alain-Fabien Delon "Yann"
Ben Phillips
Lily-Rose Depp "Julie"
Pauley Perrette "Angryfan"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Pierre Niney "Xavier"
Taylor Momsen-"Trumper"
Angelo's return to his original cloned body quickly made headlines. Within days, the news spread like wildfire, sending shockwaves through society.
A Surprising Announcement: The morning after their return, an unexpected press release was issued, revealing that the "dead" Angelo had been spotted alive and well on the streets of Los Angeles. Television networks and social media seized on the story, transforming the formerly deceased's appearance into a media phenomenon. 2) Journalists went wild, questioning experts on the implications of cloning, while footage of a memorial service for Angelo, organized by Thomas a few months earlier, reappeared on screen.
"Thousands of people mourned Angelo, who was declared dead of an overdose after sinking into a depression caused by his deafness," announced a news anchor, his eyes shining with excitement. "But now, disturbing reports are emerging about his possible return to life."
(Flashback)
The concert Thomas organized was supposed to pay tribute to Angelo, but behind this facade lurked a much darker reality. The actor had manipulated the situation to portray himself as the benefactor, when in fact he was responsible for Angelo's death. 6) He had cast a spell on him, causing his hearing to deteriorate, plunging him into a depression that led to his downfall.
(End of Flashback)
Bill and Tom, the twins from Tokio Hotel, had joined the Church of Scientology in Monowi, where they had access to member files under the direction of Roland Emmerich. Their goal was to reveal the dark truths behind the actions of Thomas, still wanted, sentenced to death for his crimes with a million-dollar reward for whoever finds him.
....
Reactions of Family and Friends
Angelo's friends and family were stunned by the news. Julie, his best friend, stood in front of her television, tears in her eyes.
Julie (her heart pounding): It's impossible... how can this be true?
Yann (insisted): If it's true, we have to see him.
Xavier: He must be in distress after everything that happened.
Their discussions continued in a cafe, where the atmosphere was tense. They needed answers, especially with Bill and Tom's revelations circulating about Thomas.
Julie (nervous): What does this mean for us? If Angelo is alive, what does that imply about everything we've experienced?
...
Conspiracy Theories and Disinformation
Social media quickly became ablaze with conspiracy theories. Videos of Bill and Tom showing Thomas involved in occult rituals continued to circulate online, blurring the faces of other members. Thomas's fans, unable to believe that their idol could cause harm, believed it was a hoax orchestrated by Bill and Tom to regain notoriety after a long absence from the media spotlight.
...
Angryfan: This is crazy! It's a plot to control us!
...
Thomas's Situation
Meanwhile, Thomas, still on the run in France, had hidden in a forest near Aymeric and Sabrina's home. Aymeric, married to Sabrina, had always harbored feelings for Thomas. 23) Thomas had built a small cave camouflaged by the foliage. Aymeric, caring, fed Thomas every day. Sabrina, deeply loving her husband, knew she had to protect their contact with Thomas, even if it meant lying to Bill and Tom.
A New Beginning for Angelo
As Angelo settled into his new life, he was aware of the growing tensions around him. The media attention surrounding his return was both a blessing and a curse. He knew that secrets from the past were never far away and that his return would be scrutinized from every angle.
With a burst of determination, Angelo turned to Taylor.
Angelo: We must move forward, but we must also be careful.
Taylor nodded.
Taylor: We are ready to face all of this together. But we must also remain vigilant about what is happening with Thomas and the twins.
Recently, Los Angeles was the scene of a surprising event that captivated the media and music fans. Angelo, the former winner of the famous American talent show "Star Academy," who was believed to be dead, was spotted again in the city. Despite the virus and the mask he was wearing, his imposing stature and casual style, featuring loose-fitting clothing and various hats, attracted the attention of the paparazzi. 31) What started as a simple day out on the town, where Angelo stopped to get ice cream, quickly took an unexpected turn when he removed his mask, thinking he would go unnoticed.
The rumors intensified when he was spotted with Taylor Momsen, the lead singer of The Pretty Reckless, and the other members of the band. Their presence together made headlines and raised many questions about Angelo's situation and his return.
In a cafe where Angelo took off his mask
Angelo (smiling): I really didn't think anyone would recognize me here. Maybe I should wear a hat over my cap next time.
Taylor (laughing): With your size, it's kind of impossible to go unnoticed. You know they're all curious to know what happened.
Angelo (sighing): I know, I know. But I just wanted a moment of normalcy, just the desire to treat myself to an ice cream, quietly.
...
Later, in the rehearsal studio with the band
Ben (humorously): So, Angelo, you're officially back and you haven't told anyone? You know the media is still hounding you, right?
Angelo (sighing): I didn't want it to get out like that. I need time to sort everything out.
Taylor: We're here for you, no matter what. But maybe you should consider making an official statement, you know?
Angelo: That's what I'm telling myself too. People need answers, and I can't stay hidden forever, even though... I want to see my family again, my friends, and hug them...
Jules Sitruk "Aymeric"
Lily-Rose Depp "Julie"
Patrick Stewart "Journaliste"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Taylor Momsen-Trumper
Thomas Dekker
As Angelo settled into his new life, he knew he needed to quickly position himself in the media. The Pretty Reckless accepted an invitation to appear on a TV show to discuss the band's current events and their new collaboration with Angelo. During the interview, he adopted a calm and thoughtful tone.
Angelo (with a genuine smile on his face): I'm very happy to be back. I've been going through a difficult time, and there have been many misunderstandings. I understand that my absence has been difficult for my loved ones and fans, who knew me through my participation in the American Star Academy.
When asked why he hadn't responded at the tribute concert in his memory, Angelo confidently replied:
Angelo: This concert was a touching gesture for those who loved me. I know this may have been confusing, but I think Thomas, in his desire to pay tribute, acted in the way he thought most appropriate. I can't dwell on the past; I'm here now, and I want to move forward.
The journalists asked questions about the circumstances of his presumed death, and Angelo, with a Cartesian explanation, addressed the rumors.
Angelo: Indeed, there has been much speculation surrounding my deafness and depression. These are sensitive subjects, and I want to emphasize the importance of mental health. My condition has been misinterpreted, and I'm happy to be able to set the record straight now.
He added with conviction.
Angelo: I think it's essential not to get carried away by rumors and speculation. I'm back today to bring a message of hope, not only for myself but also for those struggling with similar issues.
Jounralist : Angelo, you were seen with Taylor and The Pretty Reckless, here with us. What can you tell us about your relationship with the band?
Angelo (smiling): They've supported me from the beginning, and I'm grateful to have them as collaborators.
Taylor (speaking): We support each other. Music is what unites us.
Angelo: Exactly. I'm back for good, and I can't wait to share my music with the world, starting with a collaboration, and hopefully maybe launching a solo career afterward.
...
Angelo's friends, including Julie, Yann, and others, watched the interview with admiration. They appreciated how he handled the situation.
Julie (tears in her eyes): He's always been strong. I'm so proud of him.
The news of Angelo's return spread worldwide through the media and quickly reached Aymeric, who was in the forest with Thomas in his shelter. Hearing the details on television, a wave of confusion washed over Aymeric.
Aymeric: How is this possible?
He had attended the tribute concert organized by Thomas, firmly believing that Angelo was dead.
Aymeric: How can he be alive?
His gaze was fixed on his phone screen. Angelo's voice rang out, full of confidence, as he spoke of his return and the need not to be carried away by rumors. Aymeric felt caught between relief at learning that Angelo was alive and anxiety at having been duped.
Thomas, observing Aymeric's reaction, knew he had to intervene.
Thomas: Listen, it's not as simple as that.
He began by trying to find an explanation.
Thomas: You know, the concert was... it was a, uh, a way to... release energies.
Aymeric interrupted him, incredulous.
Aymeric: Release energies? Are you kidding me? You organized a concert in the hopes that his spirit would manifest?
Thomas, realizing he had to say more to justify his behavior, began to develop a crazy theory.
Thomas: Yes, exactly! It was a kind of ritual. In a way, we wanted to... how can I put this... create a connection. And apparently, it worked. Angelo came back, like a... a miracle! Just like you, who, after meeting death, woke up in your coffin claiming that God had saved you, I managed to bring Angelo back to life thanks to this concert in his honor, with divine assistance.
Aymeric, staring into space, began to struggle with his conflicting thoughts. Thomas's voice echoed in his mind, but the memories of his own troubled awakening took over.
Aymeric (in a trembling voice): But... is it really possible? Could God have helped you do that?
Thomas, seeing his friend and lover's hesitation, tried to remain calm.
Thomas: Listen, Aymeric. I can't explain how it worked, but look around us. Music has incredible power. It touches souls, it can even... change lives. Do you remember what you felt during the concert?
Aymeric: Yes, I... I felt something powerful. It was as if the whole universe was resonating.
He tried to gather his thoughts.
Aymeric: But Angelo... he was dead, he was buried. How could a concert bring someone back from the dead?
Thomas: Maybe the line between life and death isn't as rigid as we think. Maybe Angelo heard our call.
He leaned a little closer, as if to emphasize the importance of his words.
Thomas: What if, in a sense, our faith and love for him allowed him to come back?
Aymeric (frowning): But that implies so much. If that's true, then... then my own experience... how should I view it?
Thomas (taking a deep breath): It doesn't matter how you look at it, what matters is what you choose to believe.
He gently took her shoulder.
Thomas: You experienced your own resurrection. And now Angelo is back. Maybe that means something to both of us. Maybe we have a role to play in all of this.
Aymeric (hesitant): What if... what if I'm not able to understand? What if I can't tell the difference between reality and my hallucinations?
Thomas (in a soothing voice): Sometimes faith requires believing without having all the answers. If you believe God has a plan for us, then maybe this return is part of that plan. Don't let doubt swallow you up. You felt something powerful, didn't you?
Aymeric: Yes... it was powerful. But the doubt remains. How do I know if what I'm feeling is real?
Thomas (with an encouraging smile): I think you need to talk to him. Contact him. Don't let fear guide you. Trust what you felt during the concert. Perhaps there are answers you'll get from him that will convince you that...
Aymeric (biting his lip): You're right. I have to contact him.
A mixture of fear and excitement washed over him.
Aymeric: But what if it's a lie? What if it's all just an illusion in my mind?
Thomas (sincerely): Then you will discover the truth. But do it with an open mind. You've experienced miracles before, Aymeric. Never forget that.
Aymeric, though still troubled, began to feel a stirring of hope. Perhaps the truth, if it were to be revealed, would bring with it some form of redemption, not only for him, but also for everyone around him.
Thomas (taking a deep breath): Listen, Aymeric, in the past, I was a real bad boy, but that doesn't mean I can't seek redemption. Maybe all that was just preparation for something bigger, something God wants from me.
Aymeric (frowning): Preparation? You're hiding here in this forest, Thomas. Do you really think God is going to save you just because you want to believe in Him now? It doesn't make sense.
Thomas (insisting): You see, it's not just about what I do or whether I hide. It's the intention that counts. If I connect with divine forces, it can change the course of things. Look at what happened with Angelo!
Aymeric (incredulous): So, you think that if you pray really hard, you'll get out of this situation? That God will save you from the death penalty? That seems a little... naive, doesn't it?
Thomas: Naive? Maybe, but sometimes, faith requires believing in the impossible.
He approached Aymeric passionately.
Thomas: Imagine if a miracle happened! If I managed to trade my life for the one I love by demonstrating my loyalty!
Aymeric (shaking his head): But what are you doing here exactly? Hiding like a fugitive? That doesn't seem very devotional to me. Maybe you should turn yourself in and face the consequences of your actions.
Thomas (sighing): I understand, but it's complicated. I want to redeem myself, Aymeric! If I can connect with divine forces, I can repair my mistakes. Perhaps Angelo acted as a channel, a link between heaven and earth.
Aymeric (doubtful): You talk about connections, but you're here, far from everyone, in a forest. How do you think God will view your situation?
Thomas (full of enthusiasm): Because I'm searching for something greater.
He swept his arms.
Thomas: If I can prove that I'm worthy, then perhaps God will hear me. I want to connect with something pure, something beautiful.
Aymeric (hesitant): What if this is just an illusion? A way to run away from your responsibilities?
Thomas (insisting): No! I'm not running away! I'm facing this. I believe my redemption can begin here, within this forest. Look at everything we've been through together! It all makes sense.
Aymeric: But that's not enough, Thomas! You're hiding here while the world keeps turning. Do you really think you can justify your actions by hoping for a miracle?
Thomas (with a disarming smile): Maybe it's by hiding that I find the true light. I need to purify myself first.
Aymeric (staring into space): Everything is so mixed up in my head. I'm going home.
Jules Sitruk "Aymeric"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Thomas Dekker
Aymeric entered his home, his heart still pounding from the memory of what he had just experienced with Thomas. When he returned, he found Sabrina sitting on the couch, her eyes fixed on the television screen. Angelo was broadcasting live from Los Angeles, speaking to millions of viewers around the world. Sabrina's expression betrayed palpable anguish.
Aymeric (approaching the television): Did you see that? It's incredible! Angelo is really alive!
Sabrina (looking at the screen, her face ashen): Yes, I saw it. It's… disturbing.
Aymeric (sitting down next to her): He talks about miracles and his return. Thomas told me he managed to bring him back thanks to his tribute concert with God's help. Crazy, right?
Sabrina (without taking her eyes off the screen): Yes, crazy... but that doesn't mean it's true.
She finally turned her gaze towards him.
Sabrina: You know what they say, "never believe everything a snake man says."
Aymeric (frowning): I know, but what if it's true? What if Thomas is right and Angelo is really back? I can't ignore that, Sabrina.
Sabrina: He's back, the proof is live... but maybe it's just a hologram...
Aymeric: Really? I...
Sabrina (sighing): Listen, my love. No matter what Thomas says, I know you tend to believe it. And that worries me. I'd like you to stay grounded in reality.
Aymeric (worried): But Angelo is here, in front of everyone... It can't be a lie, right?
He paused, turning to her.
Aymeric: You don't seem surprised. Did you know he was back before the media started talking about it?
Sabrina (hesitating, searching for words): I... I mean I'm surprised, but at the same time... it's all so... complex.
Aymeric (losing patience): So, what does that mean? You're not telling me everything!
Sabrina straightened up, her voice trembling.
Sabrina: Okay, you want to know? I'm not sure what's going on. But sometimes things aren't what they seem. You know, the media world can be deceptive. Maybe Angelo, The Pretty Recless, the journalists, everything you see, are just holograms. They have the technology to create anything and everything they want people to see.
Aymeric (frustrated): But if Angelo is really alive, that changes everything! I don't understand why you don't believe it.
Sabrina turned to him seriously.
Sabrina: I want you to be careful. Don't get carried away with all this. And I prefer not to get into arguments that would lead straight to a wall.
Aymeric (desperate): But I need to understand! What do we really know about what's going on?
Sabrina (taking his hand): I understand your need to know. But there are things I can't share, truths that could be... dangerous.
Aymeric (worried): Dangerous? What do you mean by that?
Sabrina looked at the screen, avoiding his gaze.
Sabrina: Just... trust me. Focus on us, on the present.
Aymeric (squinting): But everything that's happening now... I can't ignore it. And Thomas...
Sabrina (firmly): Sometimes, certain truths aren't ready to be revealed. I prefer you stay focused on what's real.
Aymeric's heart was pounding, doubts and curiosity tugging at him. Sabrina, for her part, was trying to keep her own secret buried deep inside, while juggling the anguish of what she had done. In this atmosphere charged with unspoken words, the couple knew that truths could soon emerge, but for now, they chose to navigate the uncertainty together.
Aymeric, still troubled by the conversation with Sabrina and the revelations about Angelo, made a decision. He had to talk to Thomas again. Perhaps talking together could help them understand what was really going on.
He got up from the couch, taking a moment to observe Sabrina, who was engrossed in a soap opera.
Aymeric (taking a deep breath): Sabrina, I'm going out for a moment. I'm just going to have a smoke.
Sabrina (without really looking at him): Okay.
He went outside, his mind restless.
As he walked, he remembered Thomas's words about miracles and divine connections. Perhaps the truth was closer than he imagined.
When he arrived at Thomas's shelter, he removed some branches...
Aymeric: It's me.
Thomas: What's going on? Need a hug?
Aymeric (hesitant): Listen, Thomas, I've been thinking about our conversation. I think it's time you came to my place, so we could have a talk about Angelo.
Thomas (surprised): Oh, really? Are you sure?
Aymeric (firm in his decision): Yes. Sabrina saw Angelo's broadcast, everything that's happening with him. I want us to talk about all of this, together.
Thomas (nodding): Okay, I can do that. I think it's good to have a frank discussion.
Aymeric (relieved): Great.
The two men left the shelter, and as they walked, Aymeric felt a mixture of anxiety and hope. He knew this discussion could change everything, but he wasn't sure what they would discover.
Back home, Aymeric came in with Thomas. Sabrina was still on the couch, engrossed in her soap opera, but upon seeing the two men, she looked up.
Sabrina smiled, but with a flicker of worry.
Sabrina: Well, there you have it, the unlikely but oh-so-compatible duo. What's going on?
Aymeric turned to Thomas.
Aymeric: We decided it was time to talk about all this. Angelo, his return... all that.
Sabrina preferred to ignore the subject, feigning a keen interest in the soap opera instead. She knew that her role in Angelo's resurrection, along with Taylor, would have repercussions on their situation.
Sabrina: Oh, look at that.
She pointed at the screen.
Sabrina: That's interesting, isn't it?
Aymeric, however, couldn't turn away. His thoughts were consumed by the revelation.
Once they were settled in the living room, Thomas took a deep breath, preparing to reveal what he'd been keeping to himself.
Thomas (clearing his throat): Okay, I'll be honest with you. Actually, I knew Angelo wasn't dead.
Aymeric (frowning): What? How can you say that? We attended his funeral!
Thomas (nodding): Yes, I know. That's exactly what everyone thought. It was a hoax. Everything was orchestrated so you'd believe he was dead.
Sabrina (without looking away from the television): This sounds exciting.
Aymeric (worried): Sabrina, listen! What Thomas says is important. He thinks Angelo is still alive, so he's not a hologram!
Sabrina (letting out a sigh): Yeah, Thomas and his stories. As if we needed another drama. I prefer this one.
She pointed at the screen.
Sabrina: Look what that woman is going to do!
Aymeric (perplexed): But he said he knew Angelo wasn't dead. Does that mean everything we've been through was a lie!
Thomas (getting animated): Exactly! I used my psychic abilities to establish a connection, and with God's help, it's like child's play for someone like me. You can't understand... you're not psychic.
Sabrina (rolled her eyes): Great, a psychic. That still doesn't tell me where Angelo is, or why I should care.
Aymeric (frustrated): Sabrina, you can't just ignore this! What Thomas says could change everything for us.
Sabrina (getting irritated): What if it doesn't change anything? Ghost stories and miracles are all well and good, but I have other priorities. I just want to know what's going to happen to John.
Aymeric (turning to Thomas): Listen, what you're saying is really disturbing. If Angelo isn't dead, what has he been doing all this time?
Thomas (taking a deep breath): You have to understand that this was a plan. We had to make him look dead so I could bring him back.
Sabrina (sarcastic): Well done, Thomas. A true evil genius. But, seriously, I don't see how I could be interested.
Aymeric (desperate): But maybe Angelo needs us! We have to be there for him.
Sabrina: His new family is called The Pretty Reckless, and he seems perfectly happy in his new American life, so why bother him?
Thomas (insistent): I promise you everything will be fine. Let me guide you.
Sabrina (laughing slightly): Oh, I'm sure it will be a real spectacle. But for now, I have to finish watching this movie.
Aymeric (losing patience): Sabrina, a little support here would be nice!
Sabrina (sighing): All right, I'll listen, but only if it doesn't take too long.
As the tension built, Aymeric felt torn between the need to understand and the frustration of seeing Sabrina so disinterested. Thomas, meanwhile, tried to remain calm, but he realized that convincing Sabrina would be a much more difficult challenge than falsely bringing Angelo back to life.
Jules Sitruk "Aymeric"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Thomas Dekker
Aymeric: And you expect me to believe you, Thomas? After everything you've done? You lied to me about his death, you're telling me you orchestrated a concert to... release energy? That's absurd.
Thomas, seeing that Aymeric still didn't seem convinced, tried to be persuasive.
Thomas: Listen, this isn't the time to question all this. What I'm doing, I'm doing for all of us. Angelo is back, and this is the opportunity to put things right.
Aymeric: Put things right?
Anger rose within him.
Sabrina, still silent, shot Thomas a disapproving look but didn't comment. She knew the subject was too sensitive and that the truths she was hiding were likely to surface. Hearing Thomas talk about his mystical pretensions, she began to feel her patience eroding. She finally looked up from the screen, irritation etched on her face.
Sabrina (sourly): You know what, Thomas? It's time to set the record straight. You know perfectly well that you destroyed Angelo's life.
Aymeric (surprised): What? What do you mean?
Sabrina stood up, full of anger.
Sabrina: When you were on Star Academy, I was there. I saw what you did. You used a voodoo doll against him!
Thomas (smirking sarcastically): Ah, the famous voodoo doll! Very original, Sabitch. But I don't see how it's relevant, you know.
Sabrina (glaring at him): Relevant? Are you serious? You used black magic on Angelo to make him deaf, and it led to his breakdown, then his death! All this when he'd only just started his tour.
Thomas (with a sneer): Oh, but what did you do to prevent that, huh? You should look in the mirror before criticizing and judging someone's actions without concrete evidence.
Sabrina (furious): Are you kidding me? You manipulated the situation to your advantage, and now you have the nerve to pretend to be a savior?
Aymeric (intervening, worried): Wait, wait... Sabrina, are you sure you're saying this?
Sabrina (determined): Absolutely. I couldn't stay silent when I saw what Thomas was doing to Angelo. I knew he was in trouble, but I couldn't believe he'd go this far.
Thomas (looking disdainful): I see you have strong opinions, but that doesn't change the truth. If Angelo was in trouble, it was also his responsibility.
Sabrina (indignant): His responsibility? You gradually destroyed him, why, out of jealousy, for not having won??? Did you never think about the consequences of your actions? Oh yes, I forgot that when you reach the top of the pyramid, anything goes, except revealing your knowledge!
Thomas (getting slightly annoyed): And you never thought about your choices either. You witnessed all of this and you did nothing.
Aymeric (trying to calm the situation): Okay, okay! This isn't the time to blame each other. We need to focus on Angelo now.
Thomas sat down with a sarcastic smile.
Thomas: Oh, what a hero! I didn't know you were Angelo's defender.
Sabrina (pointing at him): I'm no hero, but I refuse to sit here and...
Aymeric (trying to juggle the tension): Maybe we should sit down and talk about this calmly, without hurting each other.
Sabrina (excited): I saw what you did, Thomas! Then that concert you did in his honor when you...
Thomas (smiling, with a mocking tone): Everything I do is a game to me, Sabitch. You might realize that if you looked beyond your little bubble.
The tension in the room was palpable, with every word exchanged only adding to the confusion and anguish of their situation. Aymeric, caught in the crossfire, knew they had to find a solution, but the road to get there was fraught with obstacles, including difficult truths to accept and personal conflicts to resolve. Thomas, realizing he was losing ground in this confrontation, tried to turn the situation to his advantage, as usual.
Thomas (adopting a desperate tone): Look, I'm not the monster you think I am. I acted the way I did because I'm cornered. You know I'm sentenced to the electric chair if I'm found...
His voice began to tremble.
Thomas: I don't want to die. I still have so much to do! And...
He leaned forward, his voice softer.
Thomas: I have feelings for you, Aymeric, you know that. I really love you.
Aymeric (heart pounding): Please avoid using those words in front of my wife.
Thomas leaned closer to his ear and whispered.
Thomas: I need your help, your protection. If Sabrina reports me or pushes you to report me…
He paused, trying to capture Aymeric's attention.
Thomas: You've felt something for me too, haven't you?
Aymeric was taken aback, but aware of his feelings.
Aymeric: Yes… yes, I have feelings for you. I've never been able to hide them. But it's all so complicated!
Thomas (insistent): Think about everything we've been through together. I'm here, in front of you, vulnerable. I can't bear the thought that you could betray me. I'm lost without you.
Sabrina, hearing Thomas's words, felt a wave of disgust wash over her. She couldn't bear this emotional manipulation.
Sabrina (standing up abruptly): I can't stay here and listen to this. It's inappropriate.
Aymeric (looking at Sabrina, worried): Wait, where are you going?
Sabrina (angry): I'm going to our bedroom. I've had enough of this unhealthy conversation.
She quickly left, leaving Aymeric and Thomas alone.
In the master bedroom, Sabrina collapsed on the bed, tears in her eyes. She felt trapped in a bind, torn between her feelings for Aymeric and her rebellion against what Thomas represented.
Sabrina (whispering to herself): How could I have let things get this bad?
She recalled recent events, Thomas's manipulation, his unhealthy actions, and this growing feeling of helplessness in the face of a situation that was beyond her control.
Sabrina (in tears): What am I going to do?
In the living room, Thomas, feeling victorious at having created distance between Aymeric and Sabrina, tried to capitalize on the situation.
Thomas (with a forced smile): You see, Aymeric, she doesn't understand. She doesn't know what it's like to be in my shoes. I'm a doomed man, on the edge of the abyss. What's the point of reporting someone who needs you?
Aymeric hesitated and felt torn.
Aymeric: It's… it's complicated. I don't know how to handle all this.
Thomas approached him and took a softer tone.
Thomas: I'm here for you, Aymeric. If you protect me, I promise I'll do everything to show you my gratitude. You're all that matters to me. I only have you now.
Aymeric, torn between his love for Thomas and his growing distrust of his intentions, found himself in an increasingly complex situation. In the bedroom, Sabrina felt increasingly isolated, trapped in a whirlwind of emotions. The truths, though painful, had to be revealed. But where would that lead them all?
Thomas, sensing that the tension in the room might be working in his favor, decided to attempt a physical connection to ease the tension a little. He approached Aymeric, placing a light hand on his arm, his gaze charged with emotion.
Thomas (in a soft voice): I know it's difficult, but we have something special, you must feel it. Even when I was married, I sometimes thought of you during intimate moments with my husband.
At first, Aymeric let himself be carried away by the moment, his heart pounding, troubled by Thomas's closeness and by his own feelings. But suddenly, a flash of lucidity struck him. He stood up abruptly, freeing himself from Thomas's grip.
His mind was in turmoil.
Aymeric (readjusting his posture): Listen, I... I can't do this... well... not here, and especially not in front of my wife... I'm thinking of going to see Angelo.
Thomas (bursting out laughing): Angelo? But he's in Los Angeles, human! We're in France, in the middle of the night. You can't just teleport there.
Aymeric (frowning): I know he's far away, but I have to figure out what's going on. I can't stay here forever.
Thomas sighed and tried to stay calm.
Thomas: Listen, this isn't the time to embark on a quest. Angelo is far away, and you need to focus on the present moment. You were only his first fan; he probably doesn't remember you anymore.
Aymeric (determined): And we've been very good friends. I can't ignore what's going on. I want answers. I have to understand what really happened. If you really had a role to play in all of this, Thomas, I can't just sit here and take your word for it.
Thomas (with a cynical smile): Answers? Do you really think going to Los Angeles is going to solve anything? You're just running away from reality.
Aymeric (frustrated): I'm not running away. I'm trying to understand.
A heavy silence fell, as everyone realized the situation was more complex than it seemed. Thomas began to think about how he could keep Aymeric close, while Aymeric struggled with his own emotions, torn between his love for Thomas and his urgent need for the truth.
Thomas (trying to bring the focus back to himself): Listen, I'm here, by your side. Don't let all this distract you. We have this bond of love between us, and I don't want to lose it.
Aymeric (backing away slightly): It's not that simple. I need to know. I'll go see Angelo.
Thomas: You're in danger. If you go see Angelo, it could draw attention to us.
Aymeric (determinedly): I don't care. I can't let this opportunity pass me by. I need to know what's really going on.
As the tension continued to mount, Aymeric knew he had to make a decision. The path ahead would be fraught with danger, but he couldn't remain inactive.
...
For his part, Angelo, aware that his return would cause waves, prepared to face the consequences of his resurrection. He knew that the bonds of the past would not be so easily severed. Thomas's hidden truths and lies would resurface, and he was ready to fight for his future.
Chapter 4/9 : Determination 1/2
Publié le 22/06/2025 à 01:09 par hellstory
Jules Sitruk "Aymeric"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
In a duplex on a quiet street in France, the morning light filtered through the curtains, revealing a general mess of scattered objects. Sabrina busied herself in the kitchen, making coffee. She went upstairs to her room where Aymeric sat on the edge of the bed, struggling with his tormented thoughts.
Sabrina entered the room with a cup of coffee.
Sabrina: It's time to get ready. The taxi will be here soon. Are you ready?
Aymeric stared at the floor, his hands shaking.
Aymeric: I... I don't know. What if the electrometer shows I'm lying? I... I'd just rather die in a chair like Thomas.
Sabrina sat down beside him and took his hand.
Sabrina: Listen to me, you won't say anything. Out of love for you, I won't reveal anything. I'll send an electric shock through this device so it explodes, and you can burn it.
Aymeric, looking at Sabrina worriedly.
Aymeric: No, that would show we know something.
Sabrina (frowning): Okay, but what will you do if the electrometer shows you're lying? What will you say?
Aymeric (panicked, stammering): I... I'll say that... that I was hypnotized by a hybrid who told me not to reveal anything!
Sabrina sighed and tried to stay calm.
Sabrina: That's absurd. That won't convince them. Be serious, it could only be Thomas!
Aymeric stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth.
Aymeric: Okay, okay... I'll say I lost my memory because of a scientific experiment on teleportation! That's plausible, right?
Sabrina looked at him with growing concern.
Sabrina: My love, you know very well that this is all crazy. We have to stay calm and think. We can't let ourselves be swept away by fear.
Aymeric stopped.
Aymeric (his voice trembling): But if I can't control my answers, they'll know I'm hiding something. I can't tell them where Thomas is, Sabrina. I never will.
Sabrina grabbed him by the shoulders.
Sabrina: Listen to me. No matter what they try to do, we're together. I promise you, I won't say anything, and we'll find a way out of this situation.
Aymeric looked Sabrina in the eyes.
Aymeric: You're sure, aren't you? Because if we fail...
Sabrina (determinedly): Together, we're stronger. Now, let's go before the taxi leaves.
Sabrina took Aymeric's hand and guided him toward the exit, her heart heavy with anxiety, but also with fragile hope.
In the taxi that took them to the airport, the tension was palpable. The streets of Lyon flew by, but for Sabrina and Aymeric, time seemed to stand still. The faces of passersby were blurred, as if they were part of another world. Soft music floated through the cabin, but neither of them seemed to be listening. Each was lost in their own thoughts, anxious about what awaited them in California.
Sabrina: We should arrive at the airport in about fifteen minutes.
Aymeric clasped his hands in his lap.
Aymeric: But... I can't stop thinking about Thomas. If he's in danger...
Sabrina: Remember, we're here for each other.
Aymeric (sighing): I feel like a fugitive. Every minute that passes, I fear our secret will be discovered.
Sabrina took her hand.
Sabrina: We mustn't let fear take over, otherwise the astral lizards will vampirize us, weaken us even more...
...
Arriving at the airport, the couple made their way through the crowd. The excitement of the travelers contrasted with their state of mind. They went through security, their hearts pounding. Sabrina glanced nervously around them, while Aymeric, his eyes wide, seemed to be in another world.
Sabrina looked at the display screens.
Sabrina: Our flight is in an hour. If we stay calm, everything will be fine.
Aymeric (his voice trembling): What if someone spots us? Does anyone know why we're here?
Sabrina (firmly): Then we'll act as if nothing happened. Stay focused.
...
Sitting side by side on the plane, seatbelts fastened, they scanned the cabin and the passengers around them. The noise of the engines increased, and the plane finally took off for Los Angeles. Their hands remained clasped, as if to reassure each other.
...
After a long but uneventful flight, they finally landed in Los Angeles. A crushing heat greeted them as they stepped off the plane. They quickly passed through the terminal, anxious to leave the airport.
Sabrina (looking around): The taxi should be waiting for us there. Ready?
Aymeric (nodding): Yes, but… I don't like this feeling. It all seems so risky.
Sabrina (confidently): It's just a step. We must remain united and courageous.
They took a taxi to their hotel. The journey, though short, was filled with worried glances and palpable tension, as Los Angeles flashed before their eyes, a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
...
In the hotel lobby, the smell of luxury and newness enveloped them.
Sabrina (sighing with relief): Here we are. This is where we'll spend the next few nights. I hope it won't be too long.
Aymeric (looking around anxiously): What if someone recognizes us? What will they think if we're seen with Bill and Tom?
Sabrina (grabbing his arm): Focus on us. We're here for ourselves and for Thomas. We'll get through this together.
They took their room keys and, hand in hand, headed towards their suite, ready to face what awaited them, their hearts beating as one.
...
The next morning, sunlight flooded the hotel suite. The drawn curtains offered a glimpse of a bright Los Angeles day, but the atmosphere in the room was heavy with apprehension. Aymeric, dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans, stood by the window, looking out at the outside world with an expression of determination mixed with a touch of nervousness.
Aymeric (turning to Sabrina): I'm going to see Angelo this morning. He has an exclusive interview in a television studio, and I think it will do me good to get some fresh air before our meeting with Bill and Tom.
Sabrina rubbed her eyes, still half-asleep.
Sabrina: That's a good idea. But I'd rather stay here and rest. I'm not really feeling up to it today.
Aymeric approached her, gently caressing her cheek.
Aymeric: Are you sure? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable here. You can come with me, if you like.
Sabrina smiled weakly, a mixture of fatigue and concern in her eyes.
Sabrina: No, really. I need this moment to recharge. I'm going to stay here and think about all this. Promise me you'll be careful.
He kissed her tenderly on the mouth.
Aymeric: I promise. I won't stay long. We still have a lot to do afterward.
Sabrina (looking at him tenderly): Be careful, okay? Angelo is important, but don't forget why we're here.
Aymeric nodded, his expression serious.
Aymeric: I know. And I swear everything will be fine. I won't forget.
He walked to the door, one last look at Sabrina before leaving. She stood there, her hands clasped in her lap, her heart heavy with worry. The door closed softly behind him, and a silence fell, giving way to his swirling thoughts.
Jules Sitruk "Aymeric"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Taylor Momsen-"Trumper"
Thomas Dekker
How could Angelo have come back after everything that had happened? Why had Thomas organized a concert in his honor when he was the one responsible for his downfall? Aymeric needed to see Angelo to get answers and, above all, to understand if his resurrection was real or just another manipulation.
Finally arriving downtown, Aymeric headed to the television studio where Angelo had been interviewed. The building was surrounded by journalists and fans of the American Star Academy, including candidates who had known him, all curious to see Angelo return. Aymeric slipped into the crowd, his heart pounding.
...
Inside, Angelo had just finished another round of interviews. He was exhausted but relieved, happy to have been able to share his story. As he headed toward the exit, he saw Aymeric, waiting impatiently.
Aymeric: Angelo!
He blocked his path.
Angelo stopped, surprised to see him.
Angelo: Aymeric? What are you doing here?
Without preamble, Aymeric asked:
Aymeric: How could you come back? I thought you were dead. After everything Thomas did, I don't understand.
Angelo took a deep breath, knowing that the time had come to answer his questions.
Angelo: I know it's confusing. The truth is, I came back, but I can't tell you how it happened. What matters is that I'm here, and I want to move on.
Aymeric shook his head, frustrated.
Aymeric: You can't just ignore what happened. Thomas may have manipulated the situation. He organized a concert in your honor when, according to my wife, he may have been the one responsible for your suffering. Is that possible?
Angelo's eyes hardened.
Angelo: I know Thomas has secrets, and I'm not naive about his true intentions. But I want us to look to the future, not the past.
Aymeric recalled their shared past. Their friendship had been built around their shared passions: love songs and football.
...
In the hotel suite, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, but Sabrina's mind was elsewhere. She sat at a desk, her laptop open in front of her, her eyes fixed on the screen as she prepared to contact Thomas. Daylight filtered through the window, but her heart was heavy with worry. While, somewhere in France, Thomas was still, as usual, in his small cave hidden in the middle of a dense forest. He had managed to hide in this cave thanks to a clever mix of foliage and branches, creating a natural camouflage that protected him from prying eyes. 21) Inside, the lighting was dim, and the atmosphere was peaceful, but a palpable tension surrounded him. Well aware of the need to remain hidden, Thomas had developed an ingenious strategy to maintain contact with the couple from a distance.
To connect to the internet in this isolated environment, Thomas had taken several precautions:
Thomas had invested in a small, discreet, and lightweight portable satellite device. This gadget allowed him to connect to the internet without relying on traditional cellular networks, which are often absent in remote areas. Aware of the importance of energy, he had brought a small solar panel and placed it at the entrance to the cave. This allowed him to recharge his equipment while remaining hidden from view, making his presence difficult to detect. Thomas had identified a point in the forest, near his cave, where the satellite signal was relatively strong. By ensuring this location was natural and uncrowded, he was able to establish a reliable connection without attracting attention. To avoid being tracked, he used a secure messaging app with end-to-end encryption. This ensured that even if he were intercepted, his messages remained confidential.
Sabrina, after a few moments of waiting, finally saw Thomas's icon appear on the screen. Her heart raced as she clicked to start the conversation.
They discussed the consequences of Angelo's return. Thomas was worried.
Thomas: If Aymeric finds out I orchestrated all this, he could reveal everything. We have to keep him under control.
Sabrina, driven by her own ambitions, opted for discretion. She had participated in a cloning project and worked alongside Taylor to bring Angelo back to life.
Sabrina (feigning indifference): Don't worry too much. As long as we remain discreet, everything will be fine.
Her mind, however, was in turmoil. She knew that if Thomas ever discovered her true activities and her connection to cloning, it could ruin everything she had built. Her ambition to become a key figure in the cloning project gave her a power she didn't want to lose.
Their conversation ended with a final exchange of promises, and Sabrina closed the computer with a mixture of relief and worry. She stared out the window, lost in thought, ready to face the confrontation that awaited her with Aymeric and the twins.
Later...
As Angelo sought to reintegrate himself into his life, a budding connection with Taylor developed. The two artists had begun to grow closer, working together on songs they had written before Angelo's death. Taylor, with his band "The Pretty Reckless," was preparing to make music videos for their new creations, and the chemistry between them was becoming increasingly palpable.
Angelo stood on a makeshift stage in a recording studio in Los Angeles. The dim light illuminated his face as he gently strummed the guitar, his fingers gliding over the strings with a newfound ease. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of his return. After so much suffering, his rebirth was a second chance, an opportunity to fully pursue his passion.
In a corner of the studio, Taylor, the charismatic singer of "The Pretty Reckless," listened attentively. Her long, slightly messy hair fell over her face, and she had a look of both concentration and wonder. She stood up, approached Angelo, and said with a smile:
Taylor: You know, your voice has always had something magical about it. It reminds me of our first meeting. I was captivated by the emotion you conveyed when you sang in the street.
Angelo, a little embarrassed, let out a small laugh, but his eyes shone with sincere gratitude.
Angelo: It was a special moment for me too. I still remember the look in your eyes. It was as if you saw beyond the music, beyond everything that happened.
...
As they spent time together, a natural chemistry developed. They often found themselves composing in his mansion's studio, exchanging ideas and melodies. During breaks, they talked about anything and everything, sharing laughs and reflections on life.
One afternoon, while they were taking a break from a recording session, Taylor turned to Angelo, a serious look on his face.
Taylor: You know, I don't want you to feel obligated to talk about what happened. But if you ever want to discuss it, I'm here.
Angelo, taken aback, looked down. He knew he had to face his past, but for now, he preferred to focus on the present moment.
Angelo: I'd rather not think about it. Every day is a new chapter, and I want to live this one to the fullest. Music is all that matters now.
They then began working on a new song, a ballad that reflected their struggles and hopes. The lines intertwined, and each note seemed to capture the deep connection they had developed.
Taylor: It's amazing what we're creating together. This song could really touch people.
Angelo: That's the point, right? To tell our stories so others feel less alone.
The paparazzi, always on the lookout, often caught them working together, which fueled the public's curiosity. Their connection, both musical and emotional, only grew. Angelo, although aware of the challenges ahead, let himself be carried away by this new dynamic.
As they finished a new song, Angelo looked up at Taylor.
Angelo: I never thought I'd find such support again. Thank you for being there.
Taylor: We're a team, Angelo. Together, we can overcome anything.
And so, under the bright lights of Los Angeles, a new story began to unfold, full of promise and melodies, the resurrection of a talent, uniting souls through the magic of music.
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Taylor Momsen-"Trumper"
Later, set in a lively cafe, filled with laughter and soft music playing in the background. The dim lights created a warm atmosphere, conducive to sharing secrets. Angelo and Taylor sat in a quiet corner, surrounded by sketches and notes scattered across the table, their steaming cups of coffee in front of them. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, creating a comforting ambiance. As they discussed their music, Angelo realized there was something special between them. He was curious to see where it might lead them, but he knew the past still weighed on him. Taylor, on the other hand, seemed ready to explore this new dynamic.
Angelo, staring at his cup, pondered the words burning on his lips. He had always been a singer and a musician, but that evening, he felt the melody of their relationship could be written beyond the notes. Taylor, meanwhile, watched Angelo, a slight smile on her face, aware of his hesitation.
Taylor: You know, sometimes I wonder how our music could evolve. It's already so powerful, but I feel there's still something deeper to explore.
Angelo looked up, surprised by the depth of her lyrics. She was talking about their music, but he felt it went far beyond that.
Angelo: It's true. Every time I sing with you, I feel a connection I've never known before. But… I don't want my past to ruin everything.
He paused, his thoughts trying to find a balance between hope and fear.
Taylor: I understand. But I believe our past is part of who we are today. We can't let it control our future.
Angelo felt his heart race. Taylor's words resonated with him, but the fear of vulnerability held him back. He remembered the darkness he'd been through, the pain that had nearly consumed him.
Angelo: There are days when I still doubt my worth. I want to be someone better, not just for myself, but for those around me.
Taylor moved a little closer, the intensity of her gaze urging him to reveal himself.
Taylor: And you are, Angelo. Every day, you fight to reinvent yourself. I admire your strength. If you let me into that part of you, I promise I'll never betray you.
The silence that followed was thick with unspoken emotion. Angelo realized he was flirting with the idea of a deeper connection, something that could heal him. But a part of him still hesitated.
Angelo: What if it doesn't work out? What if we end up hurting each other?
Taylor: Taking risks is a part of life. I'm not asking you to reveal everything right now. But I truly believe we have something special. And I'm ready to explore where it can take us.
...
Angelo took a deep breath. He realized he couldn't keep running away from his emotions. Maybe what he felt for Taylor was a chance to begin healing, to write a new chapter not only in their music, but in their lives as well.
Angelo: I'm willing to try. Wherever this takes us, I want to discover it with you.
Taylor smiled at him, a smile that lit up her face and warmed Angelo's heart. The chemistry between them was palpable, and what they had begun to build together, both musically and personally, was only just beginning.
As they resumed their discussions about music, a new melody seemed to vibrate between them, a promise of the future. They knew the path would be strewn with obstacles, but together, they were ready to face whatever came their way.
Angelo and Taylor walked along a beach at dusk...
The beach was almost deserted, except for a few seagulls soaring above the waves. The sun was beginning to set, tinting the sky a shade of pink and orange, creating a majestic spectacle. Angelo and Taylor walked side by side, their feet sinking into the soft sand. The sound of the waves gently breaking on the shore created a soothing melody, a peaceful contrast to the inner struggles they had both experienced.
Taylor stopped suddenly, turning to Angelo with a glint of inspiration in her eyes.
Taylor: What if we wrote something in the sand? Words we want to leave behind. A kind of catharsis, you know?
Angelo nodded, intrigued by the idea. He leaned forward, tracing a line in the sand with his finger, while Taylor watched him with a knowing smile.
Angelo: That could be good. I'll start.
He wrote "fear," then, after a moment of reflection, he added "regret." Taylor, in turn, wrote "doubts." The words piled up, a symbol of their struggles, and as they wrote, a feeling of lightness washed over them.
Taylor: I feel better already. As if each word we write erases a part of ourselves we no longer need to carry.
Angelo, turning toward her, moved closer, their hands brushing. The electricity in the air grew more and more palpable, and he couldn't help but get lost in her gaze.
Angelo: And what would you write to symbolize our rebirth?
Taylor: I would write 'hope' and 'freedom'. Words that remind me that we can rebuild.
They continued to write together, each new word a confession, an act of letting go. The closeness between them, both physical and emotional, intensified with each passing moment.
As Angelo wrote "love" in the sand, he turned to Taylor, his heart pounding. The tension between them had become unbearable. In a surge of emotion, he moved even closer, and before he could think further, he kissed her tenderly. The kiss was gentle at first, but quickly became more passionate, as if they were beginning to free themselves from the shackles of the past.
Letting go of each other, breathless, they began to laugh, pure joy illuminating their faces. Suddenly, impulsively, they headed towards the waves lapping the shore. Angelo, dragging Taylor with him, threw himself into the water, laughing out loud. The waves enveloped them, carrying with them their anxieties and doubts.
As they swam, letting themselves be carried by the waves, each burst of laughter resonated like a promise of the future. They were alive, free, and in that unique moment shared on the deserted beach, they had left behind not only words on the sand, but also the weight of their past. Together, they plunged into the unknown, ready to face the world hand in hand.
After playing in the waves, Angelo and Taylor emerged from the water, their bodies glistening like diamonds in the sunset. Droplets of water beaded on their skin, and the cool breeze off the sea enveloped them in a pleasant caress. The sky was tinged with warm colors, shades of orange, pink, and purple creating a perfect backdrop for this intimate moment.
Taylor, her heart pounding, grabbed Angelo's hand and pulled him to a more secluded corner of the beach, away from prying eyes. The air was thick with palpable tension, an expectation just waiting to be released. When they found a spot where the sand was soft and warm, Taylor turned to him, her eyes shining with desire.
Taylor: It's beautiful here, isn't it? Like we're alone in the world.
Angelo nodded, unable to look away. Then, without warning, she leaned in and kissed him again, this time with a burning passion. Their kiss was electrifying, every movement of their lips seeming to ignite the air around them.
The warmth of their bodies mingled with the fresh sea air intoxicated them, creating an atmosphere both sweet and wild. Taylor, in a surge of desire, began kissing along her neck, his lips brushing her skin, causing a shiver to run through Angelo's body.
Angelo: Taylor... this is incredible.
He slid his hands into her hair, tugging it lightly, pulling her even closer. She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with joy. Their breaths mingled, creating a silent music that echoed in the gentleness of the approaching night.
They lay gently on the sand, the warm, grainy texture enveloping them like a cocoon. Their bodies intertwined, each caress a promise of shared pleasure. Angelo's hands roamed Taylor's back, discovering every curve, every contour, while she let out sighs of satisfaction.
Their laughter and breaths mingled with the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore. The outside world seemed to fade away, leaving only their connection, their growing passion. Taylor sat up slightly, gazing deeply into Angelo's eyes, a knowing smile on her face.
Taylor: We have so much to discover together.
Angelo: Yes, and I'm ready for every moment.
As they lost themselves in the magic of the moment, each kiss, each caress told a new story, a promise of discoveries to come. On this deserted beach, under a sky that burned with warm colors, Angelo and Taylor abandoned themselves to each other, savoring the magic of the present moment, surrounded by the murmur of the waves and the salty scent of the sea.
Barry Keoghan "Max-Emile"
Camille Lacourt "Rémi"
Cara Delevingne "Nina"
Carrie Fisher "Lila"
Corey Mylchreest "Zyphor"
Jules Sitruk "Aymeric"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Stromae "Tarek"
Aymeric returned home, his heart heavy and his mind spinning. The revelations about Angelo's return still haunted him, and his desire to discover the truth about Thomas and his past consumed him. He pushed open the door to the hotel suite. The scent of air conditioning, mixed with that of fresh flowers arranged in vases, filled his nostrils. He found Sabrina sitting on the sofa, a glass of wine in her hand, leafing through magazines. At the sight of her husband, she looked up, quite anxious.
Sabrina: How was it?
Aymeric: I did see Angelo coming out of the television recording studio after his interview.
Sabrina nodded.
Aymeric: There were fans and Star Academy contestants there, those who had participated with him, whom you also know. It was a bit chaotic, but it was quite strange to see him "alive" again.
Sabrina: What were they saying?
Aymeric: Oh, some were a little lost, wondering why Angelo had been declared "dead," why his tribute concert was happening... all without any coherent explanation... But beyond that, they were all happy for him. The important thing was that Angelo seemed truly fulfilled.
Aymeric sat down next to her.
Aymeric: He's going to officially collaborate with "The Pretty Reckless," so the information was true, no one was a hologram like you were claiming!
Sabrina: Anything is possible in this crazy world, you know that.
Aymeric: They're already talking about his first album with the band, the songs he'd worked on a bit with them before his death. I mean, was he really dead? I can't keep up anymore. Maybe he's a phoenix, he finally woke up in his coffin, someone heard him, and dug him up?
Sabrina: Maybe so.
Aymeric: Everyone seems eager to see him on stage. I'm sure they're going to rock!
He took a sip of wine.
Aymeric: It's incredible to see how life evolves. He's been through so much less than me, but... we're going to be able to see him shine on stage.
While Aymeric and Sabrina were enjoying their stay in Los Angeles, unexpected events were taking shape in the background. In the cloning lab where Sabrina had spent so many hours, the atmosphere was tense. In her absence, she had entrusted the reins of the company to one of her colleagues, a competent scientist but ill-prepared to handle the complications the current situation was creating.
Rémi, the reptilian hybrid she had brought back from the dead, had begun scheming in the shadows, forming his own resistance group. He was to select only Rh-positive humans to integrate into his army, something Sabrina had imposed on him. These humans, attracted by the idea of power and belonging, were being persuaded by Rémi's promises. However, it wasn't without complications.
At the same time, Sabrina had also created hybrids called "mongooses," genetically modified beings with mongoose DNA. Thanks to accelerated growth, these hybrids quickly reached adulthood and joined Remi's army. But their boisterous nature and rebellious spirit complicated the dynamics. The mongooses were often disobedient, challenging Remi's authority, who attempted to take the reins with boundless ambition.
Max-Émile, a draconian hybrid, was also there, observing the situation with amused interest. Although respected for his imposing stature, he knew he could play a role in this complex dynamic. The mongooses saw him as a rival to their leader, while the Rh-positive humans remained in the background, seeking to avoid conflict.
In a tumultuous meeting, Remi tried to rally his troops. He shouted.
Rémi: Listen to me!
His voice resonated with a burning passion.
Rémi: We are the pioneers of a new world! If we stand united, we can overthrow the established order!
However, murmurs of defiance soon arose.
A young mangosling stood up, challenging Rémi.
Zyphor: Why should we follow you? You're just an imposter! Max-Émile could lead us much better than you!
A murmur of approval ran through the group as tensions rose. Max-Émile, watching the scene with an amused smile, knew he had some influence over the mangoslings, but he didn't want to get into a power struggle with Rémi.
In a calm voice, Max-Emile intervened.
Max-Emile: Calm down. We all have a common goal. Strength comes from unity, not division.
But for the Mongoosians, loyalty was a malleable concept. Their desire to challenge Rémi's authority was stronger than their need for stability. Rémi, although aware of the dangers of this insubordination, was determined to prove his worth and prepare for the great struggle looming on the horizon.
In this chaotic context, Sabrina's absence was felt. The disorder reigning in the laboratory was a sign that her vision, though bold, was far from easy to achieve. The events to come would test the bonds between humans and hybrids, and their respective ambitions, as each tried to find their place in this new order in the making.
...
Later, a small impromptu meeting between a small group of mongooses...
In a meeting room, the group of mongooses prepared to discuss their recent experiences and the growing resistance to Max-Emile and Rémi's authority. They felt more united than ever, despite the outside pressure.
Lila, a curious and sociable mongoose, Tarek, more thoughtful and protective, and Nina, the group's clown.
Lila (tapping on the table): So, what's really going on with Rémi and Max-Emile? They seem more and more nervous.
Tarek (frowning): I think they didn't expect us to unite. They see our curiosity as a threat.
Nina (laughing): A threat? I prefer to think we're just amusing them! I mean, look at them, they look like they're about to explode. It's almost funny.
Lila (serious): But this isn't just a joke. We need to organize ourselves. If we can understand their weaknesses, we could really gain the upper hand.
Tarek (nodding): Yes, and if we stick together, we can surprise them. Let's use our agility and social intelligence...
He leaned forward
Tarek: And never underestimate the power of communication.
Barry Keoghan "Max-Emile"
Camille Lacourt "Rémi"
Cara Delevingne "Nina"
Carrie Fisher "Lila"
Stromae "Tarek"
Canteen...
The group headed to the underground base's kitchen, filled with a variety of dishes. The atmosphere was light, despite the tension surrounding the reptilian hybrids.
Nina (picking up a plate): Wow, look at that! Internationally inspired dishes! I bet Max-Emile doesn't even know what a taco is.
Lila (laughing): That's right! He's too busy playing the bully. I'll have a little bit of everything. Who knows, it might give me some ideas for our next strategies.
Tarek (picking up a plate of fruit): Let's not forget to stay healthy. If we're going to be fast and responsive, it's best to avoid feeling heavy.
Nina (with a mischievous smile): Aside from the mangoes, I think this pasta dish looks like a real threat. Who wants to challenge Max-Emile's snacks?
Lila (with a wink): I'm game! But after that, we should focus on tactics. Rémi and Max-Émile are starting to worry about our autonomy.
...
Max-Émile, observing the scene from a corner of the cafeteria, decided to act. With a calculated smile, he approached Rémi's table, drawing attention to himself.
Max-Émile: Rémi, could I speak to you in private for a moment? I'd be happy to spend some time alone with you.
Some of Rémi's colleagues exchanged glances, a little surprised by this request.
Rémi: Of course, Max.
He stood up immediately, feeling a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. He knew Max-Émile was a draconian hybrid, known for his manipulative nature and mysterious aura, but he also knew he couldn't ignore this opportunity to chat.
Max-Émile led him to a quieter corner of the cafeteria, where the other voices were muffled.
They sat down at an adjacent table.
Max-Émile: I'd really like to discuss our milieu, and especially your relationship with our boss.
A wave of tension ran through Rémi.
Rémi: Sabrina? What do you want to know about her?
He tried to adopt a casual tone, but he couldn't help feeling defensive.
Max-Émile displayed an engaging smile, but his gaze was piercing.
Max-Émile: Oh, I find the connections between people in our environment fascinating. You exchanged a lot of ideas, didn't you?
Rémi hesitated for a moment.
Rémi: We discussed... sensitive topics, yes. But it's not that important. She did a good job bringing me back to life. That's all.
Max-Émile continued, feigning genuine interest.
Max-Émile: Really? I thought you had a certain connection. After all, you share a similar commitment against the reptilians, right?
A shudder ran through Rémi, and he felt trapped.
Rémi: I've always denounced those who undergo transformations. That's what I did, before I died!
He tried to justify his choices, but his discomfort was palpable, and he lied again about his true identity as a shapeshifter.
Rémi: And I'm not like them. I'm not one of them.
Max-Émile interrupted him, his tone becoming more pointed.
Max-Émile: Ah, yes, you told me. But what made you think Sabrina shared your vision? After all, she's never been very clear about her own origins. You didn't doubt her rhesus, did you?
Rémi, instinctively defensive, sat up straighter in his chair.
Rémi: I thought Sabrina was like... us... but... unique. She had her own convictions. And I trusted her, even though she...
He hesitated, searching for the right words.
Rémi: Even though she doesn't have the same rhesus as those I was denouncing.
Max-Émile observed Rémi's reaction, a sly interest appearing on his face.
Max-Émile: Interesting. This difference hasn't made you doubt her, then? Maybe you even have a certain admiration for her.
Rémi: Admiration? No, I...
Rémi lowered his eyes again, feeling Max-Émile's pressure.
Rémi: I respect her for her work, but I've never thought of her that way.
Max-Émile let out a light laugh, almost amused.
Max-Émile: Of course. But you know, loyalty is a fragile thing in our world. Especially when it's tied to secrets.
He stared at Rémi with an intense gaze.
Max-Émile: Have you ever thought about what might happen if these secrets were to get out?
Rémi, worried, straightened up.
Rémi: Why are you talking to me about this? I have nothing to hide.
Concern grew within him, aware that Max-Émile wasn't interested in a simple friendly conversation.
Max-Émile: I'm just looking to exchange. But every piece of information can be a weapon, and I'm sure you understand that better than anyone, especially in a context where hidden truths can lead to betrayal.
Rémi's heart began to beat faster. He knew Max-Émile wasn't saying this out of pure goodwill. The question of his connection to Sabrina, and his own origins, hung over him like a sword of Damocles. If Max-Émile continued to dig, he risked revealing truths he preferred to keep buried.
Rémi: Listen, I'm going to...
But Max-Émile interrupted him again.
Max-Émile: Rémi, wait. I don't want you to feel cornered. I'm here to talk, to understand. But for that, I need your trust. And for that, you have to be honest.
He fixed his gaze on Rémi's, a defiant glint in his eyes. Rémi, uncomfortable but aware that he couldn't run away from this confrontation, took a deep breath.
Rémi: Okay.
He searched for the end of this delicate conversation.
Rémi: Tell me what you really want to know.
Max-Émile gave a satisfied smile, aware that he had just laid the foundations for a dangerous game that was only just beginning. In this canteen, amidst the rumors and tensions, hidden truths would soon emerge, and everyone would have to choose sides.
Chapter 4/9 : Determination 2/2
Publié le 22/06/2025 à 00:58 par hellstory
Barry Keoghan "Max-Emile"
Camille Lacourt "Rémi"
Cara Delevingne "Nina"
Carrie Fisher "Lila"
Stromae "Tarek"
Max-Émile, realizing the conversation was taking an interesting turn, decided to confide in Rémi in a strategic effort to gain his trust. He knew this could help him manipulate the situation to his advantage.
Max-Émile: You know...
He leaned forward slightly.
Max-Émile: I met Sabrina when we were teenagers. At the time, I was a little older than her. She was just entering her teenage years.
His tone was nostalgic, as if he were reliving those memories.
Rémi listened attentively, intrigued by what followed.
Max-Émile: I had a real crush on her. She had this mysterious side that intrigued me so much. I hoped to build something solid with her. I tried to seduce her in every way possible. But... she didn't seem at all receptive.
Max-Émile paused, as if lost in his memories for a moment.
Max-Émile: I even tried to push her a little, to make her understand that she didn't have to be afraid of me. But she was just being nice. No feelings seemed to emanate from her. On the other hand, she seemed to admire another guy, a rich guy, with the same Rhesus as us. A real hunk with a splendid house, absolute class... I could see she was in awe of him. She wasn't as cold as I was.
Rémi, flashing an amused smile, couldn't help but reply:
Rémi: You should have broken up then.
Max-Émile: I really believed in our story.
His gaze grew more intense.
Max-Émile: I felt like there was something inside her that wanted to come out. I knew that somewhere, we were similar. But she preferred to play the muted girl card rather than reveal her true personality. I constantly read her thoughts. And now, seeing her in this new body, with this personality she has, I tell myself I wasn't wrong.
Rémi, curious, suggested.
Rémi: Maybe you should try your luck with her. But I bet she still has feelings for an American celebrity. That said, this celebrity has a preference for men, and he happens to be a reptilian shapeshifter. Maybe that's why she denigrates those who don't have the same Rhesus as her. She's had her heart broken, but she doesn't want to admit it. I'm convinced she loves us because she shares our personalities.
Max-Émile, impatient, interrupted Rémi.
Max-Émile: Wait a second. Who is this celebrity? I want to know.
Rémi hesitated for a moment, scanning Max-Émile's face for intentions.
Rémi: He's a very popular actor. His name has been circulating in the industry for a while. But he has this charisma that attracts people, and he has this reptilian side that makes him even more fascinating to those who don't know his true nature.
Max-Émile nodded, taking mental notes.
Max-Émile: I see. And you think she still has feelings for him?
Rémi: Yes, he's an actor, rich, popular, a pure fantasy that many women would dream of having in their bed.
Rémi realized he was sharing more than he intended.
Rémi: But I also think there's a part of her that draws her to people like us.
Max-Émile, his eyes calculating, was thinking quickly.
Max-Émile: This could be an opportunity. If she's attracted to those kinds of people, it means there's a gap we could exploit. We could show her that loyalty and authenticity exist, even among those who don't meet her expectations.
Rémi: Maybe, but I'm not sure it's the best approach.
Rémi retorted, a little worried.
Rémi: Sabrina has always had her own reasons for making choices.
Max-Émile smiled, his mind already racing with ideas.
Max-Émile: Don't worry. I'm convinced there's a way to prove to her that we're trustworthy. And who knows, maybe by bringing her closer to us, she'll realize what she's always been ignorant of.
Rémi, though skeptical, let himself be swept away by Max-Émile's enthusiasm. In this game of manipulation and secrets, the two hybrids found themselves at a crossroads, each with their own motivations, but united by a common goal: to understand and decipher Sabrina when she returned to France.
Training Room
After lunch, the group of mongooses met in a training room where they honed their agility and reaction time. They practiced moving quickly and avoiding obstacles.
Lila (jumping over an obstacle): See? That's exactly what I mean! If we stay fast and agile, they'll never be able to catch us!
Tarek (moving smoothly): And we also need to work on our communication. If we can synchronize, we'll be almost impossible to stop.
Nina (with a sly smile): I suggest a little game! If you fall, you have to say three things you like about our "dear" reptilians!
Tarek (laughing): That could be a challenge. But I'm sure we could find something positive... like their ability to get caught in their own machinations.
Lila: (smiling): It shows we can observe them and take advantage of it. Let's use their weaknesses against them.
...
The Surveillance Room
As they finished their training, they headed to the surveillance room to observe Max-Emile and Rémi.
Nina (looking through the screens): Oh, look at them, they're plotting. I love seeing them so nervous! It looks like they're planning something big.
Tarek (sighing): Yes, but we have to stay vigilant. They won't leave us alone for long.
Lila (head held high): No matter what they're planning, we're ready. We have our curiosity, our sense of protection, and our community. Together, we're stronger.
Nina (determinedly): That's right! If these reptilians think they can dominate us, they're going to have to fight for it.
Tarek (smiling): Exactly. Let the games begin!
Ahren Stringer "Antonio"
Ben Phillips
Cristiano Ronaldo "Boss"
Jamie Perkins
Mark Damon
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Taylor Momsen-"Trumper"
In the Portuguese nightclub where Antonio worked with Sabrina, the atmosphere was electric. The lights danced to the music, and customers flocked, attracted by the new drinks that were quickly becoming a must-have. These drinks, imitating human blood while incorporating a hint of mongoose DNA, were offered to Rh-positive people to boost their abilities. The special, pure, revitalizing water was also causing a sensation, promising to restore virility and energy without the inhibiting effects of traditional drinks.
Men, in particular, felt invigorated after consuming these elixirs, as if they had discovered an inexhaustible source of energy. Its success was such that the nightclub had become the most popular spot in town.
However, Antonio's boss, eager for profit, began to consider other opportunities. During a quick meeting in the office behind the club, he announced his decision.
Boss: Antonio, we need to increase our sales. I want these drinks to be offered to Rh-negative people as well.
Antonio blanched at the idea.
Antonio: What? No, that's not a good idea. These drinks were designed for Rh-positive people only, to strengthen them. Sabrina had that idea. If we start selling them to Rh-negative people, it could create serious problems.
The boss, a man with a profit-hungry soul, scoffed at Antonio's concerns.
Boss: Stop with your stupid conspiracy theories. We can't afford to be perceived as discriminatory. People will talk, and we'll lose customers. The only thing that matters is selling, and if you don't agree, you know what to expect.
Antonio tried to remain calm, but his anxiety was growing.
Antonio: Listen, if you really want to expand sales, why not do it for Rh-negative women? They're not a danger to us, unlike men. It could be a halfway house.
Boss: No, no, no.
He waved his hands impatiently.
Boss: It's all or nothing. If we don't offer these drinks to everyone, we risk creating unnecessary tension.
Antonio shook his head, realizing his boss didn't understand the seriousness of the situation.
Antonio: But these drinks shouldn't be consumed by those with a negative Rh, especially men! It's dangerous, and you know very well why.
The boss crossed his arms, his expression hardening.
Boss: Listen, I don't want to hear about this. Do as I say, or find another job. It's simple.
Disappointed by this answer, Antonio stood up, his heart heavy. He knew this decision was reckless. The implications of selling these drinks to a wider audience could not only compromise the integrity of their project, but also jeopardize everyone's safety.
Antonio: I can't support this.
In the recording studio, the atmosphere was charged with creative energy. The Pretty Reckless, with Angelo as a collaborator, was busy working on their new song. The hours passed, punctuated by powerful guitar riffs and haunting vocals. The creative tensions, while inspiring, were beginning to emerge.
After a particularly successful take, the band members, excited by their performance, gave way to a celebration. Laughter and applause echoed through the studio.
Taylor: That was incredible!
Her face beaming with enthusiasm.
Taylor: I think we're on the right track with this song!
Angelo, smiling, nodded.
Angelo: Yes, really. You were all fantastic!
But amidst all this excitement, it was clear that something more was brewing between Angelo and Taylor. While this wasn't the first time they'd flirted, they hadn't yet made their relationship official in front of the other band members, even though they were beginning to suspect a rapprochement.
Angelo (whispered): You know, I always thought your voice had something magical about it.
He approached her with palpable intensity.
Taylor: Oh really?
A knowing smile played on his lips.
Taylor: You're not so bad either!
In a fit of madness, fueled by adrenaline, Angelo gently pushed her against the studio wall, kissing her with a passion they hadn't yet had the courage to express in front of the others. The musical equipment—microphones, guitars, and consoles—became silent witnesses to this emotionally charged moment.
Angelo: I don't want to hide what I feel for you.
He kissed her again.
Taylor, her cheeks flushed, murmured against his lips.
Taylor: I know, and it's mutual.
Their kisses intensified, full of desire. They lost themselves in the exchange of caresses, discovering an intimacy they had previously kept secret. The enclosed space of the studio transformed into a sanctuary, a refuge where they could give free rein to their feelings.
The other members of the band, realizing that something special was happening between Angelo and Taylor, exchanged meaningful glances.
Ben, the guitarist, suggested, an amused smile on his face...
Ben: I think we should give them some space.
Jamie, the drummer, nodded:
Jamie: Yes, totally. We don't want to intrude on their moment.
Mark, the bassist, added:
Mark (raised an eyebrow): This sounds serious.
They decided to leave the room, allowing Angelo and Taylor to experience this intimate moment.
Now alone, Angelo and Taylor continued to explore each other, their connection intensifying.
Angelo (serious look): I hope this isn't just a moment of madness.
Taylor shook his head, her expression determined.
Taylor: No, it's not. I really want to explore what we have.
He replied with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
Angelo: Then let's do it. I want you to know I'm here, no matter where it takes us.
Beyond the music, beyond the lyrics they composed together, a new chapter in their relationship was dawning, shining brightly in the sanctuary of that studio. Doubts and hesitations dissipated, replaced by the promise of an unexplored love, ready to emerge into the open.
Bill Kaulitz
Jules Sitruk "Aymeric"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Tom Kaulitz
The hotel room was plunged into semi-darkness, the dim lights casting a heavy atmosphere. Aymeric sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped, head bowed, lost in thought. Sabrina, sitting next to him, could feel the nervousness emanating from her husband.
She placed a hand on his shoulder.
Sabrina: Aymeric, it's going to be okay. We've always been good at keeping our secrets. They can't force us to say anything.
Aymeric (sighing): I know, but... but what if the E-meter detects something? What if I let out an emotion, a look? They're cunning, those twins. They know something's wrong.
Sabrina: Listen, I'm here with you. Together, we can get through this. I won't let Bill and Tom tear us apart.
Aymeric stood up and began pacing the room, his mind racked with anxiety. He thought about Thomas, hiding in the cave, and the promise he'd made to never betray him. This secret was eating away at him.
Aymeric: What will you say if they ask you about me, about Thomas?
Sabrina looked straight into Aymeric's eyes.
Sabrina: I'll tell the truth... the truth we chose. That we know nothing, that we've never seen Thomas since he disappeared. It's a lie, yes, but for the good of all.
Aymeric frowned.
Aymeric: But at what cost, Sabrina? I can't go on living lying to these people... and to myself.
A tense silence fell as Sabrina stood up and approached him, cupping his face in her hands.
Sabrina: Sometimes, Aymeric, you have to lie to protect those you love. I love you, and as long as we're together, we can face anything.
Aymeric let out a small smile, but his fear remained. He knew tomorrow would be crucial. They huddled together, finding a moment of comfort in the uncertainty.
Aymeric: I don't want to put you in danger, or lose you.
Sabrina: Promise me you won't let fear take over. We made this choice together, and we must defend it together.
The night stretched on, full of promise and fear, as they prepared to face the Kaulitz twins and the consequences of their choices. The weight of the secret weighed heavily on their shoulders, but their love seemed to be the only glimmer of hope in this bleak situation. Aymeric was torn between his growing affection for Thomas and the anger he felt toward him because of the lies and manipulation.
The next day, the atmosphere in the Monowi church meeting room was icy, and the echo of the Kaulitz twins' voices resonated like a clap of thunder in Sabrina's mind. Sitting on a chair, she felt vulnerable, but determined to protect Aymeric and Thomas, no matter the cost.
Bill smiled with calculated coldness.
Bill: Sabrina, you know why we're here. We've been looking for Thomas for months, and we have damning evidence.
Bill flashed a screen through obscene images of satanic rituals, the screams of the crowd, and some masked faces in a danse macabre. Sabrina looked away, a lump in her throat.
Tom (in an accusing tone): These videos clearly show that Thomas is not just a fugitive. He's involved in horrific acts, things even we can't imagine. It would be in the best interest of your conscience to tell us where he's hiding.
Sabrina, her wrists clamped on her knees, took a deep breath. She knew she had to stay strong.
Sabrina (firmly): I'm not going to help you hunt him down. Thomas is a monster, but...
Bill (raised his eyebrows): So, you choose to defend a man who's been linked to such abominable practices? You're aware that this could have consequences on your life, aren't you? Not to mention everything he did at Tokio Hotel.
Sabrina (her eyes sparkling with defiance): Out of respect for my husband, I'll never tell you where he is. Never.
The twins exchanged a look, weighing the weight of Sabrina's words. The tension in the room was palpable. Tom took a step closer, trying to reassure her.
Tom: Think about your relationship, Sabrina. If we find out you lied to us, that you protected him, what will happen? You know loyalty comes at a price here. If we find out you know something, it could cost you dearly.
Sabrina straightened, her heart pounding, but her gaze was firm. She remembered the times she'd spent with Aymeric, the laughter, the confidences, and above all, the promise to keep Thomas safe.
Sabrina: I won't give in to your threats. I'm here to support my husband, and I know he's capable of seeing the truth. Thomas needs time to find himself. If you have any humanity, you'll understand that stalking him will only make things worse.
Bill, visibly frustrated, turned to Tom, his eyes shining with a mixture of amusement and anger.
Bill: You know, Sabrina, every day we have to deal with horrible messages and comments from Thomas's fans. They're convinced he's innocent, and they can't imagine he could be involved in a satanic network.
He took out his phone and showed Sabrina screenshots of messages he had received.
Bill: Look at this. 'You're liars, this is all a setup!' Or 'Thomas is an angel, you can't just destroy him like this.' It's a real ordeal for us. Every time, we have to delete or block these comments.
Sabrina, uncomfortably, looked down, feeling the weight of the burden Bill and Tom were carrying. She knew this situation was affecting them deeply.
Tom (sighing): And that's not all. We always have to go out with multiple bodyguards to ensure our safety. The pressure is enormous.
Bill: Until Thomas is in the electric chair, we won't be able to resume our music or any other media projects. We live in fear of what he might do, wherever he is.
Sabrina listened, her heart heavy, realizing how complex and dangerous the situation was. She now understood the twins' anguish.
After a moment of silence...
Sabrina: Love... it's a real poison, isn't it? I wish things could have turned out differently. If only all this had never happened.
The twins exchanged a look, both surprised and touched by Sabrina's sincerity. What she said resonated with them, because they too had suffered from love, betrayal, and the consequences of painful choices.
Bill: It shouldn't be this way. But the reality is, we can't control what people think or how they react. We're stuck in this spiral.
Tom: And as long as Thomas remains free, our lives will never be the same.
Bill Kaulitz
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Tom Kaulitz
Bill and Tom, curious and worried, leaned forward to listen to what Sabrina had to say about her new job.
Bill: So, Sabrina, tell us more about what you do. We're a little worried. We've had some feedback from Taylor about your activities, which I would almost call illicit.
Sabrina, straightening up with a look of determination, began to explain her project.
Sabrina: I've developed a pure water drink, completely unpolluted. This water is designed to help people reconnect with their true selves. You know, many additives in tap water make people docile, influencing their personalities. With this drink, they can become themselves again.
Bill and Tom exchanged a worried look, wondering where this might lead them.
Tom: But you do realize that this kind of project could have unpredictable consequences?
Sabrina (smiling): Yes, I know. But that's precisely the point. By creating this water, I've also created a group of future leaders for the world, all with an IQ of 200. They will be able to replace all the business owners, to reform the system.
Bill, puzzled, narrowed his eyes.
Bill: You do realize that this could cause massive conflicts? Power struggles? It could even lead to deaths among those who refuse to give up their place.
Sabrina, unperturbed, shrugged.
Sabrina: That's life, Bill. Change is always accompanied by chaos. If I do nothing, the world will continue to be ruled by a cyclops pyramid with a reptilian eye. I accept that sacrifices must be made to bring about real change.
Tom shook his head, a mixture of respect and concern in his eyes.
Tom: But you know people won't react well. Social instability could be catastrophic.
Sabrina: Every revolution has its victims. And I'm willing to do anything to create a world where people are free to think for themselves, but first, we have to clean up.
Bill, still serious, added:
Bill: But you have to keep in mind that some of these leaders could turn out to be tyrants. You can't control what they do once in power.
Sabrina smiled.
Sabrina: I don't need to control them. They'll be smart enough to understand that their goal is to improve society. They won't seek power for power's sake.
The twins, though still skeptical, couldn't help but admire Sabrina's passion. Her determination was palpable, and they knew she wasn't one to back down from a challenge.
Tom: Just be careful. The world already has a lot of chaos. What you're trying to do could either cure it or make it worse.
Sabrina nodded, aware of the stakes.
Sabrina: I know. But sometimes, you have to act to make things change.
The tension in the room was palpable, between Sabrina's all-consuming ambition and the worry of the twins who had so much to lose. Bill and Tom looked at each other, worried about the implications of Sabrina's words. Bill, his frown deepening, spoke up.
Bill: Do you realize that what you're proposing could tear entire families apart? If these hybrids assert themselves a little too much, it could create a real social cataclysm.
Sabrina, with an almost fiery intensity in her gaze, replied.
Sabrina: That's exactly what I want. To bring chaos to the chaos created by the reptilians. They've manipulated people for too long, and it's time they got their comeuppance.
Tom shook his head, outraged.
Tom: You can't play with people's lives like that. What kind of solution is that?
Sabrina, insisting on her point, continued.
Sabrina: Listen, I have a cousin who's passionate about shooting. At first, he enjoyed shooting innocent animals. But I showed him he could use his skills for a greater purpose. I convinced him to shoot humans with the same blood as us, to inject them with a little mongoose DNA. It will make them stronger, tougher, more...
Bill and Tom exchanged glances, shocked by the brutality of this idea.
Bill: You mean you got your cousin to shoot other people? That's completely crazy, Sabrina! You're playing with human life like it's a laboratory!
Tom: And you really think that's going to solve anything? Injecting animal DNA into humans isn't the solution; it's an aberration.
Sabrina, unperturbed, retorted.
Sabrina: Sometimes science requires sacrifice. These people, docile and manipulated, could become pioneers of a new world. They will be able to defend themselves against those who want to control them.
Bill, running a hand over his face, reacted with frustration.
Bill: But do you realize that this could just as easily create monsters? People who respect nothing and turn against their own families?
Sabrina shrugged, convinced of her mission.
Sabrina: I know it's risky, but in the long run, I believe it will be worth it. The reptilians have pulled the strings for too long. It's time to take back control.
Tom, taking a deep breath, tried to calm the situation.
Tom: Look, there are other ways to combat this manipulation. Violence is not the answer.
Sabrina looked at the twins, determined not to give in, but something in their eyes told her they would never buy into her vision.
Sabrina: I understand your concerns, but I'm willing to do anything to create a world where people are free to live without control. If that means making difficult choices, then so be it.
A heavy silence fell as everyone weighed the consequences of what was unfolding. The twins knew Sabrina was determined, but also that she was on a dangerous path.
Bill Kaulitz
Jules Sitruk "Aymeric"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Tom Kaulitz
The twins remained very serious, the tension between them and Sabrina palpable. Bill, his gaze firm, took a deep breath before speaking.
Bill: Listen, Sabrina, you'll never be able to plan as you wish. You can't control everything. There are too many variables, and some people wear masks…
Sabrina burst out laughing, a bitter, disillusioned laugh.
Sabrina: My 'mongooses' will take it from them! They won't be able to hide anymore.
Tom, shaking his head, intervened.
Tom: He's not talking about masks, but about 'hoods'.
He took out his phone and showed her several YouTube videos of masked celebrities participating in occult rituals.
Tom: Look at this. This is what happens during occult initiations, parties where certain celebrities wear masks to avoid being recognized. This provides them with absolute protection regarding their true identities. These aren't videos of ceremonies, but simply people wearing these hoods...
The revelation hit Sabrina like a cold shower. She hadn't expected to hear about how some people disguised themselves to hide their true identities.
Sabrina (frowning): What? You mean that even among those I thought were allies, there are people who might be hiding behind hoods? It's... it's incredible.
Bill, seeing her shocked expression, continued.
Bill: Yes, and even if you have good intentions, you must understand that the world is more complex than that. Masks and balaclavas are worn not only by those who commit horrific acts, but also by those seeking protection.
Sabrina, still in shock, now had to reevaluate not only her project but also the truths she had chosen to ignore.
Sabrina: So, even in my quest to free people, I'm going to have to deal with those who despise that freedom for selfish reasons?
Bill nodded, her expression grave.
Bill: Exactly. There will always be those who prefer to remain in the shadows, even when they claim to be doing good.
Tom added seriously,
Tom: And remember, Sabrina, the truth is always more nuanced than we think. People aren't always what they seem.
After a moment of silence, Bill stood up and walked toward the door.
Bill: You may leave the office, Sabrina. We'll excuse you from the E-meter. Still, we appreciated your honesty, even if your ideas are radical.
Sabrina stood up slowly, a mixture of frustration and confusion in her eyes. She knew this meeting had raised more questions than she could have imagined. As she left, she wondered if her ideals of freedom were colliding with the harsh reality of human motivations.
She left the room, her head full of conflicting thoughts, aware that her path would be fraught with pitfalls, but determined to continue her quest, whatever the cost.
So it was Aymeric's turn to sit down. Bill and Tom reminded him why they had summoned him and his wife. Aymeric sat down on the chair, his gaze determined, aware of the gravity of the situation. Bill and Tom, the Kaulitz twins, sat down opposite him, a palpable tension in the air.
Bill: Thank you for coming, Aymeric. We need to have a serious discussion about Thomas.
Aymeric didn't waste a second.
Aymeric: I don't know where he is, and I'd rather be locked up or die in the electric chair than say where he is, even if I did.
The twins exchanged a look, quickly realizing that Aymeric was prepared to remain silent, no matter the consequences.
Tom: This is a very risky position to be in. Do you realize the repercussions this could have for you and Sabrina?
Aymeric (frowning): I'm not afraid of repercussions. What concerns me is that you have no empathy for people like Thomas and me. You don't know what we've been through.
Bill, surprised by this accusation, tried to react.
Bill: You don't understand. We're here to protect our reputation, to defend ourselves against accusations that can destroy our lives.
Aymeric (interrupting): Oh really? And what about the lives of those with difficult pasts? You can't imagine what it's like to live with the pain, the stigma, and to be judged without compassion. You don't know what you would have become if you had lived through a traumatic past!
The twins, although unsettled by this confrontation, tried to remain calm.
Tom: It's not a question of judgment. We all have stories. But the reality is that Thomas must face up to his actions.
Aymeric (with growing intensity): Maybe Thomas made mistakes. But that doesn't justify the lack of humanity you're displaying. You're only focused on your image and your safety. Do you really think that's going to solve anything?
Bill, frustrated, tried to defend himself.
Bill: We're doing what we have to do!
Aymeric, his gaze sharp, retorted.
Aymeric: And at what cost? At what cost are you willing to sacrifice your integrity and empathy? There are lives at stake here, people who are truly suffering.
A heavy silence fell as Aymeric's words echoed around the room. Bill and Tom were confronted with the depth of his despair and the reality of their own position.
Bill (sighing): We can't change what happened. But we can try to cope with this situation in the best possible way.
Aymeric (calming his voice slightly): Perhaps, but it should never come at the expense of others. Think about what it means to have empathy.
Aymeric stood and looked the twins straight in the eye, knowing that this encounter was about more than just finding Thomas. It was a struggle for human understanding, a fight for empathy in a world that often seemed to forget this value.
Aymeric: Perhaps you should ask yourself what you would be willing to do to protect someone you love, even if it meant facing your own demons.
Bill and Tom ended the interview, an additional weight on their shoulders.
Bill: Can you get Sabrina? We have something very important to tell you.
Aymeric nodded wordlessly and left the room. A few moments later, he returned with Sabrina, who sat across from the twins, a worried expression on her face.
Bill (taking a deep breath): Listen, we received an anonymous call. Someone contacted our church to say where Thomas was.
Sabrina, suddenly alerted, exchanged a look with Aymeric, her heart pounding.
Tom: We've stopped searching for now, until we meet with this person. We need to determine if the information is reliable. If it is, we could give them the $1 million promised for the answer.
The couple felt the tension in the air. Aymeric was already anxious, but Sabrina, less emotional, had an idea who it might be.
Sabrina (in a calm voice): And what will happen next?
Bill: While awaiting Thomas's execution, you will be locked in a cell. It's a security measure, and we must make sure you don't do anything reckless.
Aymeric, his face closed, replied:
Aymeric: I don't care. I made a promise to Thomas, and I will do everything I can to keep it.
Sabrina, for her part, felt a wave of helplessness wash over her. She knew that her plan to change the world wasn't going to work. In that moment, all her determination seemed to crumble.
The twins, observing the couple, understood that the situation was becoming increasingly tense.
Sabrina, fighting her emotions, wanted to burst into tears and scream to release her anger. But she held back, biting her lip to keep from giving in to the explosion of feelings overwhelming her. The physical pain made her bleed, but it only increased her despair.
Sabrina (in a low voice): I can't believe it's come to this…
Aymeric, noticing the blood on his wife's lip, leaned towards her, worried.
Aymeric: Sabrina, are you okay? Don't hurt yourself.
Sabrina wiped the blood away with the back of her hand.
Sabrina: I… I'm fine. It's just that all of this… it's too much.
Bill and Tom, though firm in their position, felt a certain compassion for the couple. They knew this situation was much more complex than it appeared.
Bill: Look, we'll do everything in our power to get the truth out. But for now, you have to stay here and lock us up.
The twins stood up, leading Aymeric and Sabrina to a cell. As they walked down the corridor, Sabrina reflected on the loss of control over her life and the consequences of her choices. She vowed not to let this situation destroy her and to find a way to fight back.
Jules Sitruk "Aymeric"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
In the dark and damp cell of the Church of Scientology in Monowi, Sabrina and Aymeric sat facing each other on cold metal benches. The walls were dull, dimly lit by a flickering ceiling light. The atmosphere was tense, accentuated by the heavy silence, broken only by the sound of their breathing.
Aymeric, frowning.
Aymeric: Sabrina, I don't understand why you're so secretive about your work. I know you're doing something important. Why can't you tell me what's really going on?
Sabrina crossed her arms, her gaze shifty. She knew she couldn't reveal the extent of her plans to him. For now, talking about her pure water seemed safer.
Sabrina, with a forced smile.
Sabrina: Well, you know, I've developed pure water. It's a real hit! You'd be surprised how much people love it.
Aymeric, piqued by curiosity, moved a little closer:
Aymeric: It's great, really! But why didn't you tell me this before?
Sabrina: I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. I sell this water at the Portuguese nightclub where Antonio works, and I was afraid you'd be jealous.
Aymeric rubbed the back of his head, looking thoughtful:
Aymeric: It's hard for me to know that you're seeing him, even professionally. You were married and then... But I'm trying to cope. I accept your relationship with him, even if it's complicated.
A silence fell, the weight of unspoken words hovering between them. Finally, Sabrina decided to change the subject, intrigued by the dynamic between Aymeric and Thomas.
Sabrina, tilting her head slightly.
Sabrina: But tell me, what kind of relationship do you have with Thomas? Is it love or just a physical connection?
Aymeric, his eyes lighting up, began to speak passionately:
Aymeric: It's become much more than just an affair. What we have is intense. Every time I join him in the cave, we discover dimensions I never dared to explore. Sadomasochism has become a key aspect of our intimacy. It's like... liberating.
Sabrina (reassured) : I see... so it's not really love, is it?
Aymeric shrugged thoughtfully:
Aymeric: I don't know. It's different from what I've experienced before...
Sabrina (laughing): Really? Are you sure about that???
Aymeric: It's like we're two lost souls who understand each other in a unique way. But I guess it's not love in the traditional sense.
She felt relieved, although a small part of her mind wondered about the path Aymeric was taking with Thomas, a path that, at first glance, seemed darker than she had imagined. Sabrina stood up, looking around, searching for an escape from this oppressive cell.
Sabrina, in a lighter tone.
Sabrina: Maybe love takes different forms, even in the most unexpected places. But for me, I have other things to deal with. I need to focus on my project.
Aymeric nodded, understanding that once again, she had chosen to keep the details of her work to herself. The tension between them persisted, but accepting the unspoken truths could, perhaps, bring them a little closer, or push them even further apart.
Chapter 5/9 : Panic in America 1/3
Publié le 22/06/2025 à 00:45 par hellstory
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
In the darkness of the cell, the flickering light projected dancing shadows on the walls. Aymeric, exhausted by the anxiety of their situation, had fallen into a restless sleep on the metal bench. Sabrina, on the other hand, remained awake, her boiling spirit. She knew she had to act quickly.
She got up slowly, not daring to make noise. The door was locked, but it had already observed the cell for hours, looking for flaws. His gaze landed on the small slit at the bottom of the door, just large enough to slide one hand. She remembered a key detail that she had noticed before: a small hole in the wall, slightly offset, perhaps a construction criminal.
Sabrina approached the wall, crouched and searched in her pockets. She found a small piece of metal, a residue of an object she had used earlier in the day. She used it to try to unlock the door. It inserted the metal into the groping, groping, with an extreme concentration. Each clicking could wake up her husband, but she refused to abandon.
She felt nervous, but determined. After a few minutes of fierce efforts, she felt a slight movement in the lock. Her heart was beating chamade as she slowly turned the piece of metal, hoping that it would be enough. Finally, a slight click echoed in the silence of the cell, and the door was released.
Sabrina: Thank you, for this draconian tip that you advised me ...
Sabrina opened the door carefully, verifying that Aymeric was always immersed in a deep sleep. She went out, striving to be silent like a shadow. The corridor that stretched in front of it was weakly lit by flashing neon lights. She knew she had to find a way to leave this place without being spotted.
Slipping into the corridor, she sought landmarks. She remembered having seen a sign indicating an emergency exit during her previous exploration of the premises. She headed for the emergency staircase at the end of the corridor. She heard no noise that would betray the presence of guards.
Once on the stairs, she rushed upwards, each step resonating on the metal steps. She found a corridor leading to a "outing" door. She took a look around her, making sure nobody saw her, then pushed the door hesitantly.
Outside, the freshness of the night welcomed him, a striking contrast with the stagnant air of the cell. Sabrina found herself in a courtyard, surrounded by high walls, but she noticed a fence on the side. She quickly observed the surroundings and saw a pipe that led up, just above the fence.
Without wasting time, it climbs on the pipe, using its flexibility to rise. With an agility that she could not know ... well, she had drunk Mangouste's blood so much, that her DNA had to change. She reached the top and jumped on the other side of the fence. She gently landed on the grass, her heart beating everything.
Now free, Sabrina headed for the nearby forest, based in darkness. She knew she had to find Angelo, and the Taylor's manor in Los Angeles was the only place where she could hope to find him. The twins Kaulitz had confiscated the phones of Aymeric and Sabrina, preventing any communication, but she was determined to thank Angelo for his gesture that he had towards his couple.
Sabrina remembered their past conversations. She assumed that Angelo, by Loyalty, had ended up calling the church to announce that he knew where Thomas was hiding, but by shyness, therefore pretended to be an anonymous. So she needed him to move forward. She knew he could be a precious ally.
Arriving in Los Angeles, she thought about the way she could convince her to help her to dare to reveal his identity, and admit where Thomas hides, so that he can then get his reward. After all, there were perhaps details that she had missed, episodes that she did not know. But one thing was certain: she had to speak to him.
Arrival at the mansion, she slipped inside by a window ajar at the back. The places were immersed in darkness, but she had already gotten used to it. She quickly headed for the attic, which was reserved for a small recording studio, where Taylor worked with her group "The Pretty Reckless". So the place where Angelo could work, since it was at night, and that she knew he liked to deal with the night. As she approached the door, she struck gently, a beating heart.
Angelo, surprised, opened the door:
Angelo: Sabrina? But .... what are you doing here? How did you enter ???
Sabrina, almost out of breath.
Sabrina: I really want to thank you. Thanks to you, Aymeric and I will be able to escape the claws of the Kaulitz twins! Your anonymous call, in which you revealed that you knew where Thomas was, was a real turning point. I understand that you can fear being summoned by them and questioned about it. It must be delicate for you to be involved in such a perilous case. To say where he is might give you the impression of having blood on your hands. But remember, as I have already told you, he is partly responsible for your death, having used black magic to harm you at a distance
...
Angelo frowned, and a mixture of concern and confusion took shape on his face.
Angelo: I don't understand. I did nothing. Why do you think it was I who called the church?
Sabrina, insistent.
Sabrina: Because you are the only one, with my husband and I, to know where Thomas hides.
Angelo, uncomfortable:
Angelo: Listen, I ... I didn't say anything to anyone. I was far from it all. I couldn't get involved.
She interrupted him, her urgent tone:
Sabrina: But you informed the church! I know it. This is the only explanation. Someone else could not know their hiding place.
Angelo, hesitant, made a hundred steps.
Angelo: I assure you, Sabrina, I don't know what you're talking about. I did not ... I didn't want it to happen. I moved away from this whole story because I didn't want to be responsible for someone's death. Especially no Thomas which is an extra celebrity ....
Sabrina, realizing that there was something she did not understand, began to calm down.
Sabrina: So who else could have done so? Who could have known?
Angelo: Maybe you missed an episode. There are many people in this story. Maybe someone listened to our conversations, or maybe Thomas himself took risks by talking to other people. I don't know, but I couldn't wear this weight.
At that time, a flow of confusion invades Sabrina's mind. She had supposed that Angelo had acted to save her couple, as, she had almost "ordered him", but what he said pushed her to doubt. Maybe it had been too quick to judge him. She had to deepen what she knew, bringing the pieces of the puzzle before making hasty conclusions.
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Sabrina stood there, oscillating between anger and confusion. Upon learning that Angelo wasn't the one who had called the Church, she felt a thrill of despair wash over her. Her entire plan to save humanity from the reptilian clutches now seemed to be crumbling like a house of cards. The Kaulitz twins making her realize that people could wear different people's hoods and move around without anyone being able to identify who was who. The reality was darker than she had imagined, and she found herself cornered, unsure of who to trust.
The anxiety intensified, and, overcome by a deep sadness, Sabrina slid to her knees, tears in her eyes. The feeling of losing control was overwhelming. Every minute that passed seemed to rob her of her resolve. She had hoped so much, worked so hard for a future where the reptilians would be stripped of their power, and now everything seemed to be slipping through her fingers.
Angelo, observing Sabrina's distress, felt helpless. Although he had often encountered her coldness and authoritarianism, he was not insensitive to her suffering. In the past, their interactions had often been tinged with tension, and he had never known how to navigate that complexity. Her words, often critical, had often cut him straight to the heart. Now, he stood here, alone in the Taylor mansion, and he didn't know what to do.
Angelo, awkwardly, approached her, trying to find the right words.
Angelo: Listen, Sabrina... I know all of this is... difficult. But I'm not the one who called the Church. I didn't do this. I thought... you needed to know...
Sabrina looked up at him, the pain in her eyes expressing a vulnerability she'd never shown before.
Sabrina: How can I trust, Angelo? I don't know who this anonymous person is, or who's in control. Everything I thought I knew has crumbled away.
Angelo, sitting down beside her, scratched his head, considering how best to offer some comfort.
Angelo: I understand your frustration. I'm sorry about this. I know our relationship has been complicated, but I'm here now. Yes, I can help you...
She looked away, unable to face his attention. The warmth of his words contrasted with the coldness she'd often displayed towards him, a coldness she'd forged partly out of her own insecurities.
Sabrina: Why would you help me, when you refused the mission I gave you, to denounce Thomas to Bill and Tom? I don't see how you could help me... now... it's over!
Angelo, uneasy, recalled the past moments, the doubts that had assailed him.
Angelo: Honestly, I don't know. If you need a friend, I'm here.
Sabrina, realizing that there might only be a moment of respite to be seized from her distress, sighed.
Sabrina: I don't know what to do anymore. Everything's beyond me.
Angelo, taking a breath, leaned a little closer.
Angelo: We can find a way to find out who this anonymous person is. I'm not the enemy, and I want you to know that. Maybe we both have things to learn from each other.
Sabrina, though still overwhelmed, felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe their dynamic could change. Maybe she could let go of some of her fears and agree to let Angelo help her, even if it meant facing her own demons. She nodded gently, acknowledging that she didn't need to carry this weight alone.
Sabrina, in a softer voice.
Sabrina: Maybe we could work together to find out what's really going on. But I don't understand why you want to help me. After all, this isn't your business anymore...you're collaborating with The Pretty Reckless.
Sabrina, still wary, eyed Angelo suspiciously. Her gaze was piercing, trying to discern the truth behind his intentions.
Sabrina (strained voice): Why do you want to help me now, Angelo? You didn't want to report Thomas to the twins, you refused to get involved in this matter.
Angelo, hesitant, rubbed the back of his head, visibly uncomfortable.
Sabrina: You're collaborating with Taylor and her group. You're doing shows and interviews... You don't really have time to delve into an investigation to find this anonymous mystery. It was the key to saving my relationship and moving on. How could you do that, when I managed to bring you back to life with Taylor's help, of course, but mostly thanks to me, who works for a cloning company!
Angelo, embarrassed, looked down, feeling guilty.
Angelo: Listen, when you called me in to make my decision, I really hesitated. I left your office, went to the bathroom, and... to free my hands, I put the contract on the table at the entrance. When I came out, it was no longer...there.
Sabrina couldn't believe her ears. She stood up abruptly, anger rising within her.
Sabrina: What?! Are you serious? You abandoned such an important contract in front of the bathroom like it was a simple receipt? That's completely irresponsible! A contract like that can't be left lying around, especially when it involves a celebrity on death row and a million-dollar reward! Immature brat that you are!
Angelo, lost, tried to defend himself.
Angelo: But why did you absolutely have to be the one to denounce Thomas? You should be glad that someone did it. You and Aymeric are spared from this affair, your relationship is saved, so rejoice!
Sabrina sighed, exasperated.
Sabrina: Don't you understand? Are you that stupid? This isn't just about us. It's a matter of principle. I didn't want it to be just anyone, I wanted it to be YOU.
Angelo, hurt by her words, but preferred to appear indifferent as usual, didn't understand.
Angelo: Why? Why were you so insistent?
Sabrina, faced with her ignorance, finally broke down.
Sabrina: Because I know, deep down, that you wouldn't do just anything with a million dollars. You're a reasonable person. You've inherited a kind soul. I'm sure you could even give money to charities, do something good with it...
Angelo was taken aback by her words. He hadn't expected her to pay him such compliments, even in a critical way.
He was surprised.
Angelo (stammered): I... I don't know what to say.
Sabrina, realizing she had softened her tone slightly, found herself in an inner conflict. She was irritated at having to compliment Angelo, but it was still true that he possessed a certain kindness. This annoyed her even more.
Sabrina: I thought you would understand, that you would have empathy for my relationship, that you might have been interested in the reward.
He stood up, trying to gather his thoughts.
Angelo: Maybe I didn't understand how much this meant to you. I'm sorry, I really am. I want to help you, I sincerely do. But I also have to be careful.
Sabrina, though still frustrated, felt a glimmer of hope.
Sabrina: I'm not asking you to take any reckless risks. But we need to find this anonymous person. I want us to work together, even if you have to juggle your band. The music can wait.
Angelo nodded, realizing he really had to step up to the plate.
Angelo: Okay, I'll do my best. I promise, I won't leave a contract lying around unattended again.
A slight smile appeared on Sabrina's lips despite the lingering tension. Perhaps, after all, they could overcome their differences and work together to face this challenge. But deep down, she knew it would be essential to keep an eye on him, especially if the situation became more perilous.
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Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Angelo, seeing that the atmosphere remained tense, decided to play the proximity card to relax Sabrina. He approached her with a warm smile, ready to share some of his positive energy.
Angelo: You know, maybe we could take a moment to breathe a little. After all, even in the worst situations, there's always room for a little relaxation, right?
He said, sliding a hand onto her shoulder, a friendly and comforting gesture. Sabrina, taken aback by this contact, turned her head slightly towards him. She wasn't used to this kind of closeness, preferring serious and deep conversations. Angelo, however, had this playful way of interacting that was completely different from what she was used to.
Angelo: I know you prefer long, drawn-out serious discussions, but sometimes you also have to know how to release the tension.
He gave her a knowing look. For him, physical contact was a way to show his support, even if he couldn't always express his emotions through words.
Sabrina, feeling slightly flattered by his attention, tried to remain stoic.
Sabrina: That's true, but...
She hesitated, searching for the right words.
Sabrina: I'm used to handling things in a more... serious way. It's what helps me stay in control.
Angelo, moving a little closer, smiled at her.
Angelo: There's nothing wrong with letting go a little.
He ran his fingers gently up her arm, as if to align her energy with his.
Sabrina, sensing his kindness, began to relax, even though she was still on guard. She wasn't used to this type of interaction, and it intrigued her.
Sabrina: Angelo, I...
She began, but words failed her.
Angelo: I know you're strong, but you don't have to be strong all the time.
She felt a shiver of emotion.
Sabrina: But why are you so keen to help me, because you feel guilty about neglecting the contract? You could focus on your career and your projects...
He gently slid his hand behind her back, an almost protective gesture, and looked into her eyes. This moment, charged with a gentle tension, was almost ambiguous. Sabrina felt lost in this exchange, oscillating between her need for distance and her curiosity about this connection.
Sabrina: ...
She didn't know what to say. The warmth of his presence was both comforting and unsettling. He could see that she was both touched and hesitant, and added with an encouraging smile.
Angelo: Sometimes, all it takes is a little hug to lighten the load. It won't solve everything, but it can help, don't you think?
Sabrina, surprised by his offer, felt her face soften. She couldn't ignore the kindness he radiated.
Sabrina: You're really insistent, aren't you?
He replied, with a playful defiance.
Angelo: Maybe, but I'm sure it would do you good. What do you say? A little cuddle break?
She hesitated for a moment, then finally gave in to the idea. With a slight pout, she leaned a little closer and gave him a shy hug. To her surprise, she felt a comforting warmth, as if the weight of her worries were lifting.
Sabrina: Okay, just for a little while.
She realized that perhaps this little connection was exactly what she needed to feel a little stronger in the face of adversity.
Angelo, happy with this moment of connection, wrapped his arms around her tenderly, knowing that he had just created a space where their souls could meet, even amidst the storm surrounding them.
Sabrina slowly released the embrace she had shared with Angelo, a mixture of confusion and guilt washing over her. Regaining her senses, she straightened and turned away slightly, realizing the ambiguity of this moment.
Sabrina: What am I doing?
She felt guilty for having given in to this closeness. A wave of panic washed over her at the thought of what this might mean.
Sabrina: Angelo…
Her voice trembling slightly.
Sabrina: I'm married to Aymeric. I… I can't afford to have this kind of closeness with a young man like you. If my husband found out, he'd be furious... Well... I don't know, since he likes you... He's currently locked up in a cell at the Church of Scientology in Monowi, and I can't betray him like this; it wouldn't be right.
Angelo, surprised by her change of tone, tried to reassure her.
Angelo: I never wanted you to feel uncomfortable.
She shook her head, realizing she needed to pull herself together.
Sabrina: I need to pull myself together. I came here to thank you for reporting Thomas to the twins. But now that I know it wasn't you, I have no reason to stay.
She stood up, moving away slightly, her gaze fixed on the ground.
Sabrina: I shouldn't have broken in here; I let myself into this mansion through an open window. I can't ignore that, or the moment we shared. It's as if I'm cheating on my husband, already cheating on him with my ex-husband, but we've come to an agreement, and I'm allowing her to see Thomas.
Angelo, kindly, tried to reason with her.
Angelo: You have nothing to reproach yourself for. What we did doesn't change your relationship with Aymeric. It's normal to have moments of weakness, but that doesn't call into question your feelings for him.
Sabrina: I know, but it's difficult.
She then remembered how she had managed to escape.
Sabrina: I was able to escape thanks to a small metal tool I had in my pocket. Someone had taught me how to open locked doors. While Aymeric fell asleep in our cell, I took advantage of the opportunity.
She was silent for a moment, lost in thought. Then, pulling herself together, she added.
Sabrina: I have to go back to him. I'm his wife. The twins would be able to put me on the chair, seeing that I ran away... And I have to resign...
Angelo, trying to stop her, took a step forward.
Angelo: But you can't give up everything, Sabrina. You worked hard to get where you are, even though you were a simple bookkeeper, a shadow of your husband, before I died.
Sabrina looked up at him, determination in her voice.
Sabrina: I know, but I can't go on like this. I'm going to resign from my position. It's the best thing for me and my husband. I won't go back.
She began to think about the need to notify her employees, about putting an end to all this.
Sabrina: Before you leave, could you give me your phone number? I need to notify my team that I'm resigning and that they have to cease operations.
Angelo, disappointed with the turn of events, nodded slowly...
Angelo: I understand that you think this is the right thing to do, but think carefully. Is this really what you want?
Sabrina: I can't stay here any longer.
She looked down, her heart heavy. She knew her decision was firm.
Angelo, although worried, handed her his phone.
Sabrina picked up the phone, clutching it in her hand, aware that every decision she made would bring her even closer to her husband, but also meant giving up a career she had built.
...
Sabrina: Thank you, Angelo. I'm grateful.
Sabrina, still holding Angelo's phone, took a deep breath, aware that she needed to get this straight.
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Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Sabrina: You know, Angelo, if I hadn't made the decision to launch my own career, if I had remained an accounting assistant alongside Aymeric, you would never have looked at me differently. You would have continued to despise me, to criticize me like you did before.
Angelo, surprised by her frankness, opened his mouth to reply, but she continued without giving him time.
Sabrina: Now that I've managed to rise to a high-ranking position in a cloning room, you've seen me in a different light. That's why I wouldn't have been able to consider a relationship with you if I had been single, not to mention your age. You want a woman who shines, a trophy you can be proud of and show off to those around you.
She paused...
Sabrina: Taylor. She's a rocker, famous, brilliant... She's exactly what you're looking for, and that's why she wanted you back among the living. Because she succumbed to your charm, it's not just a matter of collaboration. Voices like yours aren't uncommon, so she could have found another singer to accompany her.
Angelo, disconcerted, tried to make her understand.
Angelo: Sabrina, it's not just a question of brilliance or status. What I appreciate in a woman is her strength and independence. I admire those who take the lead, who don't need external validation to move forward. Which you've clearly proven with your determination to achieve your goals...
She preferred not to answer because, on this point, he was right, she ticked the boxes.
Angelo: Listen, I like to see a woman who knows what she wants. Someone who changes the rules of the game and doesn't let herself be confined by conventions. A woman who does what she likes and is comfortable with it. It's beautiful to see someone blossom like that.
Sabrina, touched by his words, looked up.
Sabrina: But I'm not that woman, Angelo. I'm not the one who jumps in without hesitation. Well, you should write a song, and then you'll just have to choose. If women identify with it, well, they'll contact you.
He continued with conviction.
Angelo: What moves me is seeing a person who is whole, who doesn't try to extinguish others in order to shine. No matter where they are in their career or in life, I love that authentic side, that ability to stand firmly on their own two feet.
Sabrina: Shining requires extinguishing the other, well, a quality I don't have! I was afraid of filling all your boxes and having to break your heart afterwards...
She felt her heart sink, realizing how sincere he was. But she also knew she had to stay true to her beliefs.
Sabrina: I understand what you're saying, but I believe there is only one soulmate for each individual. And Aymeric is mine. We are perfectly compatible. No man could match our bond. And I also have my ex-husband... Above all, I am a free woman. I've always felt the need to have two men in my life to achieve total fulfillment. Each of them brings me different things, because it's true that no one is perfect or complete. I've accepted that Aymeric is a relationship with Thomas, and my former husband, too, was never able to be fulfilled with just one woman.
Angelo, disappointed but still respectful, nodded slowly.
Angelo: I respect your decision. But know that I appreciate you for who you are, not just for what you've accomplished.
She shook her head, her gaze determined.
Sabrina: I have to go. I made the choice to support my husband, and I can't let myself be distracted. You should write a song about your ideal woman...
Angelo: It's already been done; it was the very one I started composing before you arrived.
Without another word, she headed for the exit, emotions swirling inside her. As she crossed the threshold of the manor, she felt a mixture of calm and sadness. Despite the connection she had felt with Angelo, she knew she had to return to her husband, where her heart lay.
The door closed behind her, marking the end of an unexpected chapter in her life. Sabrina was determined not to let her feelings distract her from her commitment to Aymeric, her soulmate.
Angelo: Hey, Sabrina! Wait a moment, please. I wanted to talk to you about Thomas.
Sabrina stopped with a suspicious look.
Sabrina: What do you mean? I don't have time to waste.
Angelo: Look, I understand that the twins want a radical solution, but I think there are other ways to make Thomas pay for his actions. Taking a life is such an irreversible decision. I imagine his death will be made public, and it's possible it'll even be filmed at the time of execution, right?
Sabrina (frowning): Certainly. What do you mean you're going to convince them of? To spare a criminal?
Angelo: Not at all. I just want us to explore other options. I don't know when Taylor will return from her ceremony, but I figure we have all night ahead of us. I wanted to avoid interfering in your affairs, but I feel a little guilty about leaving our contract in the hands of a stranger.
Sabrina (relaxing slightly): Okay, but we'll take your car to the airport. I don't want to find myself hitchhiking again. It's humiliating.
Angelo (nodding): Sure, no problem. How long does it take to get to Monowi?
Sabrina (sighing): About a three- to four-hour flight. I hope you have some interesting stories to share on the way there. I appreciate cultured men who can hold a long conversation, or I'll settle in the back to sleep.
Angelo (with a wink): That's good, because I suggest we compose a song about your ideal man during the ride. What do you think?
Sabrina (intrigued): A song? Why not. You could even write about conspiracy theories; it could raise awareness. If you like, I can talk to you about them throughout the ride, to give you some inspiration.
Angelo (frowning): No, I prefer to stick to Cartesian stories. I don't want my songs to be perceived as crazy. Besides, I still think you should consult a professional. It might help you feel less... heavy.
Sabrina (stiffening, her gaze cold): Listen, I'm not crazy. Just because I have a different view of the world, one you don't want to see, doesn't mean I need to seek treatment.
Angelo (soothing): I'm not saying you're crazy, but sometimes a little help can lighten the load of thoughts. It's just a suggestion, you know.
In Angelo's car, on the way to the airport, the atmosphere became more relaxed as Angelo began asking questions about Sabrina's ideal type of man.
Angelo (with a smile): Okay, let's talk about your ideal man. What do you value in a man?
Sabrina (thinking): Above all, I like cultured men, very intellectual. They should have a certain elegance, a mature look. If they're a little coquettish, even better.
Angelo (smiling): Coquettish, really? You mean they like to shop?
Sabrina (with a slight laugh): They should know how to dress tastefully. But above all, I like them to be talkative, to have plenty of topics to talk about. Big heads full of neurons, it's essential to feed my empty brain, you understand?
Angelo (smiling): So, looks aren't that important to you?
Sabrina (shrugging): Not really. In fact, I think the most charismatic ones aren't even human. Their original appearance is...
Angelo (laughing): Wait, I remember! You were talking about the lizard men, right? Human on the outside but lizards on the inside!
Sabrina (also laughing): Exactly! It makes you laugh, but I'm serious.
Angelo (amused): Oh, I know. But it lightens the mood a little, doesn't it?
Sabrina (smiling): Yes, it feels good. But wait, there's one essential thing: they absolutely must have the same Rhesus as me. That way, I know I'm looking at a real human in front of me, without a third eye.
Angelo (curious): Third eye? What does that mean exactly?
Sabrina (serious): I don't have the ability to see fake humans. If I had inherited etheric vision, it would be different. But for now, I prefer to remain cautious.
Angelo (taking mental notes): Interesting. So, to summarize... A cultured, elegant, flirtatious, talkative man who shares your blood type.
Sabrina (nodding): That's it.
Angelo (inspired): Okay, I think I have some ideas for our song. How about something like: "He has the elegance of a king, with words that dance and soar, an intellect that captivates me, and a heart without pretense"?
Sabrina (enthusiastic): I love that! Keep going!
Angelo (engaging): And maybe something about how he must be able to converse for hours without ever getting bored...
Sabrina (reflecting): Yes, and we could add a touch of mystery, without ever descending into the bizarre.
Angelo (smiling): Captivating charm, but a human heart. What do you think?
Sabrina (applauding): That's great!
They continued to exchange ideas, the tension slowly dissipating as they immersed themselves in their creativity.
In the car, the atmosphere was relaxed, but the conversation took a more personal turn as Angelo tried to understand Sabrina's expectations.
Angelo (curious): Okay, but tell me, what would be your other ideal man? Since you say you need another man to be completely fulfilled.
Sabrina (sighing): Listen, I'd rather we focus on the main man than the second choice.
Angelo (smiling): But it takes all sorts to make a world! That's your vision of love. If you've always been fulfilled like that, why deprive yourself?
Sabrina (reflecting): Maybe that's what I should have done from the start. But it took me a long time to find the right people. I wasted too many years. From the age of 10, I was looking for a husband. After experimenting with friendships with boys, I wanted to deepen the relationship, make it more serious.
Angelo (understanding): It must have been long and frustrating.
Sabrina (sighing): Oh, you have no idea. It took me 20 years to find my soulmate, my husband. And the second man... it was really complicated. He was never single, and the distance made it even more difficult. I felt like a love like ours was impossible.
Angelo (compassionate): It must have been trying...
Sabrina (with a sad look): Yes, many years trying to find what I was looking for, going from one relationship to another without feeling anything. I broke quite a few hearts, and they seemed really attached to me. What a disaster, really. Just thinking about it gives me a headache.
Angelo (encouraging): But now you know what you want, don't you?
Sabrina (brightening up a little): Yes, the ideal second man must be charismatic and funny. With him, I want to be able to do anything and everything, without limits. He must have the same rhesus as me and dress tastefully. He must have no hang-ups.
Angelo (laughing): So, if you had to put me in the main man or second choice box, I would be second choice, right?
Sabrina (smiling): Yes, if I were single, I would never have imagined you as a "husband." More like a child to play with, like when I was in elementary school. That's completely normal, given our age difference. In my eyes, you're still a child, despite your imposing physique. I interacted with enough boys in my youth, you know what I mean... I'm a grown woman, married and a mother, who's lived a lot...
Angelo: You don't believe in male/female friendship?
Sabrina: Impossible unless the man is gay or the woman is a lesbian, otherwise, no, unless they're innocent young children.
Angelo, touched, trying to remain calm.
Angelo: Oh, really? It stings a little, you know. But I understand...
Sabrina (smiling): I don't want to hurt your feelings, Angelo. It's my opinion.
Angelo (pulling himself together): Let me try to combine these two profiles in our song. What do you think?
Angelo took a deep breath and began to sing a few improvised lines.
Angelo: "He has the elegance of a king, a head full of ideas. A charismatic man, with whom I can dare anything. With a contagious laugh, he knows how to have fun."
Sabrina (enthusiastic): I love that!
Angelo (smiling): Thank you! I love drawing inspiration from people's experiences.
Sabrina: Because you haven't experienced anything yet, kid, it's normal, people inspire you and fuel your songs.
Angelo: But you're wrong because I've had a few romantic experiences...
Sabrinna: Like most teenagers starting out.
Angelo: You're really mean.
Sabrina: I know, it's one of my best qualities.
Chapter 5/9 : Panic in America 2/3
Publié le 22/06/2025 à 00:37 par hellstory
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Richard Madden "guard"
In the car, the atmosphere had warmed after their creative exchange. Sabrina, intrigued, asked Angelo to share another of his songs.
Sabrina (with a mischievous smile): Now, sing your song about your ideal woman. I'd really like to hear it all.
Angelo (a little surprised, but smiling): Okay, I'll sing it for you. Get ready!
Angelo took a deep breath and began to sing passionately.
Angelo: Eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh
Eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh
She never waits
For approval of what she does
She changes the rules
She does what she pleases...
Sabrina listened attentively, her eyes lighting up as she was swept away by the melody.
Angelo: Her own lair
She doesn't need anyone
She doesn't want anyone to help her (Not help her)
It's just her way...
Sabrina felt shivers. Angelo's voice, full of emotion, reached her deepest being. She pursed her lips slightly, trying to contain her emotions.
Angelo: I think we match
I like that she has the lead role
The way she has of being whole without shutting down others...
Sabrina (whispering): It's beautiful...
Angelo: It's beautiful even when our bodies brush against each other
Reason takes us elsewhere and we lose control...
At that moment, Sabrina felt overwhelmed by her emotions. She looked away, annoyed by the way the song was affecting her.
Sabrina (with a hint of frustration): You're truly a captivating singer, you know that?
Angelo smiles, seeing his effect on her.
Angelo: Thank you, but why do you say that with such an annoyed expression?
Sabrina (shaking her head slightly): I don't want to be fooled by your words. It's as if you know exactly how to make me let go of my emotions. It annoys me!
Angelo (teasingly): Ah, so I manage to touch you, even if you don't want to admit it?
Sabrina (sighing): That's exactly it. It's as if every note makes me vibrate inside, and I hate being so vulnerable. Wizard, that you are...
Angelo (kindly): It's normal to be moved by music, Sabrina. It's part of our humanity.
Sabrina (crossing her arms): Yes, but why is it that you're always the one who manages to bring all that out in me? Of course, there's my husband, too... but between him and me, it's another form of communication, almost telepathic, like twins.
Angelo (smiling): Maybe it's my secret talent. Or maybe you're simply ready to let those emotions out. Which you didn't want when your husband wanted to introduce you to the romantic songs he listened to...
Sabrina (sighing, but with a smile): I've never liked love songs, unlike you two. I don't want to become easy prey for your songs.
Angelo (laughing): Okay, I promise not to abuse my power of enchantment. But I'm afraid it's already too late for you!
They exchanged a knowing look, their bond deepening as the conversation continued, a mixture of emotion and laughter.
Arriving at the airport, Sabrina and Angelo headed to their boarding gate. The atmosphere was light, but a certain tension remained around Sabrina's concerns.
Angelo (smiling): Monowi is waiting for us!
Sabrina (a little nervous): Air travel isn't really my cup of tea. I'm still vividly aware of the flight I took to get to Los Angeles.
Angelo (playfully): This one will be different. With me by your side, you should feel like you're on a fluffy cloud.
They boarded the plane. Sabrina sat down by the window, while Angelo took the seat next to her. With a graceful movement, the plane rose into the air, while the city gradually shrank below.
Angelo (looking out the window): Look how beautiful it is! The city lights shine like stars. Does that remind you of anything?
Sabrina (a little distracted): Yes, of the distance... and of all the thoughts that assail me.
Angelo (kindly): Leave all that aside.
The plane began to climb, and Sabrina took a deep breath. She tried to concentrate on the view, but her thoughts returned.
Angelo (mischievously): You know, I have a little game for you. Every time you feel a negative thought coming on, you have to tell me something positive that you appreciate.
Sabrina (involuntary smile): It sounds a little childish, but why not.
Angelo (smile): Perfect! I'll start. I think about music. I love it when a melody transports you to another world.
Sabrina (reflecting): Okay... well, I like chocolate. It reminds me of moments of comfort.
Angelo (laughing): Excellent choice! I'd say I like sunsets. It's as if nature offers us a spectacle every day.
They exchanged words and thoughts, and Angelo noticed Sabrina's attitude slowly relax.
Angelo (sincere): You see? It's easy to let go. We all have things that make us feel good. You should focus on that more often.
Sabrina (sighing): You're right. But sometimes it's hard not to get overwhelmed.
Angelo (encouraging): If you want, we can take a break from the heavy thoughts and try to daydream a little. I bet you have lots of great stories inside you.
Sabrina (straightening up, intrigued): Oh, really? Like what?
Angelo (with a mischievous smile): Like those times when you drank mongoose blood. Come on, tell me how it went, the first time?
Sabrina (laughing, hesitant): You can't tell it like that! But... okay. It was a challenge, I didn't think it would be so... visceral, like a Kundalini surge.
The atmosphere lightened. They shared laughter and stories, each revealing anecdotes from their lives. Angelo leaned slightly toward Sabrina, looking at her intensely.
Angelo (in a more serious tone): You can overcome these barriers you put up for yourself.
Sabrina (hesitant, but moved): Do you really think so?
Angelo (with a deep look): Yes.
Sabrina, touched by his support, smiled and released some of her tension. They continued to chat, laugh, and exchange knowing glances. Time passed quickly as the plane sped through the night.
...
Later in the flight, the crew served snacks. Angelo took the opportunity to offer Sabrina a small bag of chocolates.
Angelo (smiling): Here, you too, a little something sweet to celebrate our trip.
Sabrina took the bag, a little more relaxed.
Sabrina: Thank you, Angelo. You know how to brighten up an evening.
Their bond blossomed, and as the flight progressed, their barriers slowly fell away, giving way to a beautiful, budding friendship.
The taxi wound silently through the dark streets leading to the Monowi Church of Scientology, lit by pale neon lights that cast an eerie glow on the cobblestones. Angelo, sitting next to Sabrina, stared out the window, his face pale with the gloomy atmosphere that had settled over him.
Angelo (frowning): This place... there's something truly sinister about it.
Sabrina (coldly): We have no choice. If you really want to help Thomas, we have to confront Bill and Tom. They need to understand that death isn't the solution.
Angelo turned to her, a mixture of concern and determination in his eyes.
Angelo: I'd love to come with you, but I really don't like having to sit at the table with those twins. And besides, you know...
Sabrina (under her breath): I trust you.
The taxi screeched to a halt in front of the church's large gate. The concrete walls were covered in threatening graffiti, and a huge bronze statue was peering at the entrances. Sabrina got out first, then turned to Angelo, who struggled to get out.
Sabrina (sighing): If you'd agreed to my plan to hybridize with mongoose DNA, this wouldn't be a problem! You could climb these walls like a squirrel.
Angelo (rolling his eyes): No, thank you! I'm fine just the way I am. I never dreamed of being a tree-climbing chimpanzee.
He grimaced as he tried to stand up.
Angelo: But I'm sure it would have been helpful in avoiding these imposing walls.
Sabrina's face flashed a small smile.
They approached the gate, where a guard blocked their path. Angelo's gaze darkened as he saw the guard's impassive expression. Sabrina, more determined than ever, confidently took the lead.
Sabrina (rolling her eyes firmly): We have a meeting with Bill and Tom Kaulitz. They're waiting for us. I escaped from my cell, my husband staying behind.
The guard narrowed his eyes, assessing their presence. Angelo, feeling a little more at ease, tried to project a confident expression.
Guard: Show me your ID, you.
He aimed at Angelo.
Angelo shifted anxiously, looking around.
Angelo (whispering): You know, I really don't like the fact that we're being watched. I'm sure they're watching us, out there, behind these walls...
Sabrina: Stay focused. Think about Thomas. Think about what we have to do.
The guard finally nodded, and the gate slowly opened, revealing a dark corridor that seemed to devour their courage. Angelo took a deep breath, while Sabrina moved forward without hesitation.
Angelo: I hope this is worth it...
Sabrina glanced at him, her sharp gaze betraying a certain understanding.
Sabrina: Together, we'll do what we have to do.
She placed a comforting hand on his arm.
Sabrina: Don't let fear overwhelm you, kiddo.
They crossed the threshold, heading into the unknown, determined to confront the twins and save Thomas from his tragic destiny.
Barry Keoghan "Max-Emile"
Bill Kaulitz
John Travolta "Scientologist"
Jules Sitruk "Aymeric"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Tom Kaulitz
Sabrina and Angelo walked down the cold hallway of the Church of Scientology, their hearts heavy with uncertainty. They were greeted by a poker-faced Scientologist, who informed them that Director Emmerich was in a meeting and that Bill and Tom were currently being interviewed.
Scientologist (in a monotone voice): Please wait in the waiting room. I'll take you there.
Sabrina, impatient and concerned about her husband, couldn't help but glance back, hoping all was well. The Scientologist led them to a small waiting room, where church posters adorned the walls, extolling peace and harmony. Angelo sat down, visibly uncomfortable, while Sabrina, growing increasingly nervous, quickly left the room to find her husband.
When she entered the cell, she found Aymeric curled up on the bed, looking lost. At the sight of his wife, he raised his head, but his gaze was clouded with anguish.
Sabrina approached.
Sabrina: My love, are you okay? What's going on?
He sat up slowly, a glint of suspicion in his eyes.
Aymeric (in a trembling voice): You... you abandoned me. While I was sleeping, you left. Where were you?
Sabrina (distraught): I tried to see if it was possible to escape!
Aymeric interrupted her, his voice rising.
Aymeric: You told someone where Thomas was hiding, didn't you? I know it, I feel it!
Sabrina, shocked by his accusation, tried to calm him down.
Sabrina: No, I swear! I didn't say anything to anyone.
Aymeric stood up, his face twisting under the weight of his tormented thoughts. He paced, his hands clutching his temples.
Aymeric (annoyed): It's too late, Sabrina! Someone has already spoken. The French police have been contacted. They'll find him. Thomas is going to die, and it's your fault!
Aymeric's words hit Sabrina like a punch. She looked at him, despair slowly creeping onto her face.
Sabrina's voice cracked.
Sabrina: No... no, it can't be true! I promise you I didn't do anything.
Aymeric, indifferent to her words, looked away, struggling with his inner demons. Sabrina, realizing she couldn't help him in this state, decided to leave the cell to return to Angelo.
She returned to the waiting room, her heart heavy. Angelo was still there, sitting with his hands clasped on his knees, but his gaze was lost in space. Sabrina, in a burst of determination, opened the door to the twins' office without hesitation.
Sabrina (firmly): I must know who this anonymous person is...
However, as soon as she crossed the threshold, her heart stopped. She slammed the door shut, breathless, her eyes wide with horror.
Angelo questioned her worriedly.
Angelo: What's going on?
Sabrina, her gaze hard and her mind clouded by anxiety, simply shook her head, unable to get the words out.
Sabrina: ...
Angelo, his protective instincts awakened, stood up. He walked towards her, ready to reassure her, but he knew something serious was brewing.
Angelo (seriously): Whatever happens, I'm ready to talk to them.
Sabrina nodded slowly, a new determination forming in her eyes.
Sabrina, overwhelmed by the revelation she had just discovered, buried her face in her hands, her fingers digging into her hair. Angelo, worried, approached her cautiously, eager to comfort her.
Angelo: You have to tell me what's going on...
She looked up abruptly, her eyes blazing, but what made her react was Angelo's soothing tone. Her voice was full of aggression, and she stared at him.
Sabrina (firmly): Stop it, Angelo! You're not my husband! You can't stand here, playing the consoler.
Angelo, surprised by her reaction, stepped back slightly, a look of pain crossing his face.
Angelo: Honestly, I'm not playing the consoler.
Sabrina interrupted him.
Sabrina: Tender gestures, physical contact, are reserved for couples. Not between acquaintances. I don't want this anonymous person to see anything tactile between us. It's too risky for both me and you.
Angelo frowned, not understanding why she was rejecting this closeness he was offering her.
Angelo (frowning): Why do you say that? I don't see you as just an acquaintance. I lived as roommates with you and your husband; it's not like we're strangers...
Sabrina turned her head, avoiding his gaze, her mind racing. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging inside her. She shook her head, frustrated by his persistence and the complexity of the situation. She stood up, pacing nervously around the room.
Sabrina (in an annoyed tone): I don't want you to talk. Not right now. I need to think about all this, about the situation.
Angelo, hurt but understanding, remained silent for a moment. He knew he had to respect her need for space.
She glanced at him furtively before returning to her thoughts, the loneliness and the weight of responsibility weighing on her shoulders.
...
The interview finally ended. Sabrina, still in shock, slowly raised her head, her thoughts swirling around her past. She hadn't expected to run into her ex-boyfriend, Max-Emile, who seemed to have escaped from the cloning company without her consent, while working under her orders.
She saw him appear in the hallway, a devilish smile tugging at his lips. Sabrina's heart raced, ready to burst into flames. Max-Emile moved closer, his gaze piercing and full of mischief, and he made the same gesture he'd made before: a movement of his hand as if he were about to slit her throat.
Sabrina froze, an icy shiver running down her spine. Memories of their toxic relationship overwhelmed her. She remembered his screams, his threats, this teenager who had caused her so much pain. Her breath caught as she also remembered the other students who feared and avoided him.
Sabrina: You forget, I am your creator... and that at any moment...
She signaled to him that she could blow his brains out with the chip implanted in him...
Angelo, who was standing a little back, watched the scene with growing intensity. He had already had visions of a dark past surrounding Sabrina, and he recognized Max-Emile. He approached, his desire to protect Sabrina overcoming his usual shyness, and placed himself between the two.
Angelo: What are you looking for?
Max-Emile turned his gaze to Angelo, looking him up and down before bursting into laughter, a cold snort that echoed through the hallway.
Max-Emile (sarcastic): And who are you, the knight in shining armor?
He turned to Sabrina, a smirk on his lips.
Sabrina's gaze hardened. She refused to show her fear, even though her heart was pounding.
Sabrina: You wouldn't dare raise your hand to me in front of a witness, would you?
Angelo, his gaze fixed on Max-Emile's.
Angelo (calm but determined): Leave her alone.
At that moment, Bill and Tom came out of the office, their faces showing expressions of curiosity. They saw Sabrina, but their eyes quickly passed over Angelo without really seeing him.
Bill (commercial smile): What do you want, Sabrina? You should be in your cell with your husband...
Tom glanced at Angelo.
Tom: Who are you?
Angelo, assumed a relaxed but anxious expression.
Angelo: Just an acquaintance of Sabrina's.
Max-Emile: She's always had a taste for overprotective men, far too weak to defend herself.
Sabrina, hurt by his insinuations, clenched her fists.
Sabrina (coldly): You'll see when I find you again, who'll be the strongest...
Max-Emile watched her, his eyes shining with a malevolent glint, and slid a meaningful glance towards Angelo, a sinister smile on his lips.
Sabrina, feeling the tension rising, turned to Bill and Tom, looking for a way out of the situation.
Sabrina (hastily): I think we should go inside. I have some things to say, and I want this individual to leave.
Bill, a little disconcerted by the interaction, nodded.
Bill: Of course, let's go inside. Mr. Charpentier, you should leave; our meeting is over.
Max-Emile, with a final predatory smile, made a dismissive gesture.
Max-Emile (walking away): The past has a way of coming back to haunt those who think they can forget it.
He walked away, leaving behind a tense atmosphere. Sabrina, still seething, turned to Angelo, determination in her eyes.
Sabrina: I can't believe he's here.
Angelo looked at her compassionately.
Angelo: I'm here, don't worry, but why did you bring him back among the living?
Sabrina: So he can bring me lizardmen, for my personal experiments... He flirts with them, consumes them, and then he offers them to me; it's in his contract.
Bill Kaulitz
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Tom Kaulitz
Sabrina and Angelo entered the twins' office, Sabrina marked by anger and determination. Bill and Tom, sitting behind a large desk, exchanged a disapproving look.
Bill (in a moralizing tone): Sabrina, running away from the cell you currently share with your husband doesn't show much maturity. You must understand that we have rules here.
Tom: This is not appropriate conduct; your confinement is temporary.
Sabrina, unable to contain her irritation, straightened up and stared straight into their eyes.
Sabrina (angrily): I am a free woman, and I refuse to let anyone dictate how I should behave! I am not a pawn on a chessboard!
The twins exchanged a look, surprised by the force of his retort. Sabrina, outraged, then turned to Angelo, who was standing a little behind, impassive. The twins, realizing he wasn't just an accompanist, turned to him.
Tom (curious): And you, who exactly are you? What do you want here?
Angelo took a deep breath, ready to explain his presence.
Angelo (in a calm voice): I'm Angelo Garnito. I contacted your band, Tokio Hotel, to present my songs to you. Sabrina had advised me to do so. You didn't follow up on what I sent you, except for Mr. Listing, who suggested I apply to the American Star Academy.
The twins seemed to remember him.
Bill (frowning): Oh yes, I remember. We received your request, but we weren't interested in any collaboration.
Sabrina, unable to remain silent, intervened.
Sabrina (impatiently): Listen, this isn't the time to talk about music. Angelo has information about Thomas.
Angelo, gathering his courage, announced what he knew.
Angelo: I know where Thomas is hiding.
The twins exchanged a worried look, but Bill reacted quickly.
Bill (sighing): It's too late.
Sabrina, elated and frustrated, couldn't contain her anger.
Sabrina: Too late? You can't give a million dollars to a draconian psychopath like Max-Emile! That's insane!
Tom, visibly annoyed by her insistence, intervenes.
Tom (exasperated): Sabrina, you can't always complain about humans you call "reptilians" or "lizards." Mr. Carpenter is not our problem.
Sabrina (forcefully): You don't know who this person you just made a millionaire really is! You have no idea what he's capable of!
The tension in the room rose a notch. Sabrina, furious and at her wit's end, finally decided to leave the office.
Sabrina (decisively): I'm going to find my husband.
She left the room briskly, her heart pounding, while Angelo, although disconcerted by the situation, followed her with a concerned look. Bill and Tom, frustrated by Sabrina's attitude, exchanged disdainful words with each other.
Bill (exasperated): She can't grasp how far this goes beyond all notion of reason.
Tom (sighing): Next time, maybe we should really think about who we trust.
Sabrina, in the hallway, quickly headed toward her husband's cell, determined to find him and tell him about the day's events. She couldn't let the darkness of her past overwhelm her again.
Angelo, his heart heavy and his mind foggy, took a deep breath before addressing Bill and Tom.
Angelo (determinedly): Look, I understand that Thomas has done terrible things. But sentencing someone to death is... it's going too far. There must be another way to punish him, something less drastic.
Bill, arms crossed, stared at Angelo with a piercing gaze, seemingly unconvinced.
Tom, at his side, scrolled through videos on his computer. The images and videos flashed by, projecting a horrific reality Angelo had never imagined. He saw Thomas in a dark room, surrounded by burning candles, occult symbols drawn on the floor, and other people. The flickering light accentuated the shadows, creating an oppressive atmosphere.
Thomas was dressed in a black robe, his face expressing a frenzied obsession. In a corner, lifeless bodies, covered with sheets, bore witness to the horrific acts that had taken place. The rituals followed one after the other, each more grotesque than the last. Thomas, in a trance-like state, devoured pieces of human flesh, delighting in it with a smile of demonic satisfaction that made Angelo shudder, but he tried not to show it.
Angelo: I didn't know how... extreme it would be.
Distant screams of horror echoed in the videos, mixed with guttural chants that Thomas uttered in a trance, as if communicating with dark forces. The camera shook as it moved closer to him, capturing the intensity of his bright, reptilian eyes, which seemed to change shape under the effect of adrenaline and excitement, as well as the sometimes visible physical transformations, but which didn't seem to affect Angelo, who tried to remain indifferent to all these horrors, as if in some kind of denial of reality.
Bill, seeing Angelo's reaction, approached, challenging him with a look.
Bill: So, in your opinion, does Thomas deserve to be free as a bird? To keep breathing after all this?
Angelo hesitated, his thoughts racing. His heart sank at the reality of Angelo's actions.
Angelo struggled to find the right words.
Angelo: Look, I'm not saying he shouldn't be punished. But death... it's a final act. Isn't there another way to make him pay, in a way that would give him a chance to redeem himself?
Tom, visibly annoyed by the young man's blandness, replied scathingly.
Tom (sarcastic): Too bad for you, Mr. Garnito. If you really wanted to become a millionaire, maybe you should have come forward before someone else got ahead of you.
Angelo, realizing his words hadn't had the desired effect, felt increasingly isolated.
Angelo: It's not about money for me. It's about... principle.
Bill, looking uncompromising, crossed his arms with a sneer.
Bill: You can turn around and go home. If you don't understand the gravity of the situation, you'll be of no use here.
Angelo's heart sank. He took a deep breath, trying to evoke compassion one last time.
Angelo (with desperate sincerity): But you don't understand. Killing him won't end his demons. You'll have to live with that on your conscience.
Tom and Bill exchanged a look, their faces impassive. The tension in the air was palpable. They seemed reluctant to change their minds.
Bill (shrugging): If it worries you so much, that's your problem.
Angelo, seeing that any conversation seemed futile, decided to withdraw silently, his thoughts swirling in his head. As he turned on his heel, he took one last look at the twins, the weight of their decision weighing heavily on his heart.
Angelo: You don't know what you're doing...
He left the office, leaving behind the shadow of difficult choices, in search of Sabrina.
Jules Sitruk "Aymeric"
Kiernan Shipka "Sabrina"
Pierre Garnier "Angelo"
Aymeric and Sabrina's cell...
Aymeric (in a monotone voice): I'm not leaving here. I'm going on a hunger strike.
Sabrina, alarmed, approached him, her eyes full of worry.
Sabrina: You know this isn't the solution. We have to find a way out of this situation.
Aymeric stared at her, his gaze determined, but deeply sad.
Aymeric (firm): I won't stop until they give up on sentencing Thomas to death. It's unacceptable!
Sabrina, realizing the gravity of her words, felt a heavy weight settle in her chest. She knew her husband didn't speak lightly, and this threat of a hunger strike terrified her.
Sabrina (frustrated): You're going to put your life in danger! You can't do this!
The couple was plunged into a heavy silence, their despair palpable. Sabrina, lost in her thoughts, began to feel the weight of brutal karma hitting her hard. Although she wasn't a believer, she couldn't help thinking about the divine wrath that seemed to surround her.
Sabrina (in a low voice): It's as if God didn't want me to touch one of the scales of these precious reptilians.
She remembered the videos of Tom's hoods, which allowed him to impersonate anyone, a strategy she associated with reptilian manipulation. She felt trapped in a game whose rules she didn't know, and frustration rose within her.
Sabrina (sighing): We're at the end of our lives, aren't we? No way out...
Aymeric turned his gaze towards her, his eyes filled with pain and despair.
Aymeric (in a broken voice): I can't let Thomas die. I can't live with this.
Sabrina knew that her challenge to turn the planet upside down had failed.
Sabrina: I know, I understand.
Entwined, they found themselves face to face with their fears and desires, in the midst of this fierce struggle. They both felt that, whatever happened, their love must guide them through the darkness. They clung to this connection, realizing that they were stronger together, even if the world seemed to conspire against them.
Angelo, after asking a Scientologist for directions, quickly headed toward Aymeric and Sabrina's cell. His mind was racing, and he felt a growing determination to find his friends. When he finally arrived in front of the cell, he took a deep breath before opening the door.
Sabrina and Aymeric, embracing in a moment of shared despair, didn't see Angelo approaching them, his gaze serious and determined. He couldn't remain silent in the face of his friends' distress.
Angelo (intervening): Easy, you two... I know it's difficult, but there must be a way out of this situation...
Sabrina looked up, surprised to see Angelo. His face was marked by worry, but he radiated a supportive energy. Aymeric, still resigned, remained silent, arms crossed, staring into space.
Sabrina: I don't know what to do. Aymeric is determined not to eat anything while Thomas is doomed.
Angelo leaned forward slightly, trying to get Aymeric's attention.
Angelo (convincingly): Look, I understand your anger. What Thomas did is unacceptable, but putting your life on the line won't change anything. You have to fight, but not like this.
Aymeric looked up, a defiant glint in his eyes.
Aymeric (sharply): And what alternative do you propose? Watch Thomas die without doing anything?
Angelo took a deep breath, his thoughts becoming muddled as he searched for the right words.
Angelo: I'm not saying to stand by and do nothing. But we can find a way to fight that doesn't put your life in danger.
Sabrina, overcome with anxiety, turned to Angelo, searching for a glimmer of hope in his words.
Sabrina: What do you suggest?
Angelo: If we work together, we can create enough pressure for Bill and Tom to reconsider their decision. We need to make them realize that convicting Thomas won't solve anything.
Aymeric, though still doubtful, began to consider Angelo's words. Their eyes met, and a surge of determination passed between them.
Aymeric (calmer): Do you really think they'll listen?
Angelo (firm): I think we have to try. We need to gather our strength. Don't let despair overwhelm you. We are united in this fight.
Sabrina, hopeful again, hugged her husband a little tighter, feeling that Angelo's presence gave them the strength to continue fighting. The tension in the cell seemed to dissipate slightly, as a new resolve was born among them. They realized that they were not alone in this struggle, and that their love and friendship could become a weapon against the darkness that surrounded them. 34) Together, they stood up, ready to face what lay ahead. As a glimmer of hope lit up in their hearts, they knew that their fight had only just begun.
In the taxi speeding toward the airport, Aymeric stared at the scenery passing by the window, his mind racked with tumultuous thoughts. Angelo's strange death haunted him, and he felt a growing confusion creeping over him.
Aymeric (in a thoughtful tone): You know, after everything we've been through, I'm kind of confused. I feel like everyone's hiding things from me... like I'm in a horror movie.
Angelo, took a deep breath, realizing it was time to share the truth.
Angelo (hesitant): Listen, there's something I need to tell you, but you have to promise me not to say too much. People wouldn't be able to understand.
Aymeric nodded, curious but wary.
Aymeric (with a serious expression): Okay, I promise. But what's going on?
Angelo turned his gaze to Sabrina, then asked her permission to talk about it.
Angelo: Can I tell her?
Sabrina, upon hearing the question, turned slightly, her gaze falling on her husband.
Sabrina: You can. But Aymeric, you have to stay calm, okay?
Angelo nodded and turned back to Aymeric, his voice full of gravity.
Angelo: I really am dead, Aymeric. Taylor and Sabrina brought me back to life.
Aymeric blanched, his eyes widening in surprise.
Aymeric (shocked): Wait, what do you mean by "brought back to life"? Were you cloned like... like my son?
Sabrina nodded, her expression serious.
Sabrina: Yes, he was cloned. Now, Angelo lives in the moment without looking back.
Angelo, a slight smile on his lips, confirmed with a nod.
Aymeric (in a worried tone): But how did your parents and friends react? They must be lost.
Angelo: I'd rather my loved ones get used to seeing me on television, on shows, before seeing me in person again. I'm afraid I'll be bombarded with questions, and I'd have a hard time telling them the truth.
Sabrina intervened, her gaze full of understanding.
Sabrina: Cloning technology is reserved for a small part of humanity; they wouldn't be able to understand it. Besides, as a country boy, you can't tell them the truth; it's impossible, unless you want to appear "crazy" in front of them.
Aymeric (thoughtfully): Perhaps you could tell your loved ones that you suddenly woke up in your coffin, that someone heard you and rushed to dig you up.
Angelo frowned, realizing the potential pitfall of that idea.
Angelo: But if my loved ones go back to see my grave and find it's intact...
Aymeric: The risk is that they might decide to dig you up to see if your corpse is there and if, ultimately, your physical presence is real, if you're not just a hologram in reality.
Sabrina: A hologram is just a projected image.
Aymeric: Which cloning company did you work for, Angelo?
Sabrina, with a hint of pride, replied.
Sabrina: It's in my own company. I've reached a high enough position to use this kind of technology.
Aymeric, visibly excited by this revelation, turned to his wife.
Aymeric (with a glimmer of hope): So if something happens to Thomas, you could bring him back too?
Sabrina, with a serious look, retorted.
Sabrina: His execution will be seen on television.
Aymeric turned to Angelo, his gaze torn between worry and astonishment.
Aymeric: And everyone thought you were dead...
Sabrina, sensing that the discussion was taking a sensitive turn, decided to interrupt the subject.
Sabrina: I think it's time, Angelo, that you finish this conversation with him. I need to speak with one of my employees.
Aymeric, perplexed, watched Sabrina dive into her phone, while Angelo prepared to continue the conversation, trying to ease his friend's concerns while considering their options. The taxi continued driving towards the airport.