. . . @prefix rdf: . rdf:type , , , , , , . @prefix rdfs: . rdfs:label "Trust"@es , "Trust"@sv , "Trust"@pl , "Trust"@en , "TRUST"@en , "Trust"@de , "Trust"@nl ; rdfs:comment "Trust (\u4FE1\u983C Shinrai?) is Komachi's second character song that appears in the second vocal album."@en , "...earn it from everyone else first...THEN ...everyone thats left if you have time. This article is a stub. You can get a Tip of the Hat* from Stephen by adding only truthiness to it.*Tip of the Hat not guaranteed."@en , "Trust is"@en , "Trust is the name of a song that Matrim Cauthon remembers while dancing in Salidar. It is unlikely that those lyrics are known or intended by the musicians. He has the memory of the man that wrote the song, or at least those lyrics."@en , "Trust is an alliance founded by corporations with commercial power, to build a platform for producing and selling capital ships. After an attack from the southern alliances on Trust's outpost and capital shipyard they joined together with G Alliance and other corporations to form a new entity named Dusk and Dawn (D2). The selling platform is presently still open and the capital ships are still available."@en , "Mit einem lauten Knall fiel die T\u00FCr ins Schloss. Das letzte, was ich h\u00F6rte, ehe die erdr\u00FCckende Stille mich begr\u00FC\u00DFte, waren ihre stampfenden Schritte, die sich weit bis zur Treppe hinab zogen, dann fiel auch die zweite T\u00FCr ins Schloss, jedoch leiser als zuvor. Und schlussendlich \u2013 Stille. W\u00FCtend biss ich die Z\u00E4hne zusammen. Ballte meine H\u00E4nde zu F\u00E4usten. Doch diese Wut, welche meine Seele mit einer beunruhigenden Schnelligkeit \u00FCberschwemmte, galt nicht ihr. Nein, ganz allein mir. Bereits das zehnte Mal in einem Jahr war es gewesen, dass wir unsere Liebe unter Beweis stellen mussten. Und jedes Mal auf\u2019s Neue war ich es gewesen, der den Kampf verloren hatte. Selbstverst\u00E4ndlich war es nicht unnat\u00FCrlich, dass sich Ehepaare hin und wieder mal stritten, doch\u2026 unsere Situation galt \u00FCber dem eigen"@de , "I open my eyes and look up at a ceiling. I'm sitting in a chair, can't move. What feels like a belt is holding my head in place to the backrest. I move my eyes down; I can see most of another man's face there. His head is also strapped down. His eyes are darting left and right, teeth clenched, struggling to free himself. I make my own attempts, knowing they would be useless, but trying anyway. The chair is bolted to the floor, it won't move. The man is pretty close to me, if we could move, we could probably touch. I'm scared. I have no idea how this will play out. \"Mike.\" \"Don't think so.\""@en , "Trust is a song from Evangelion: 3.0 You Can (Not) Redo, and it's track 9 in the album Music from Evangelion: 3.0 You Can (Not) Redo, disc 1."@en , "Trust is the 2nd episode of Season 1 and the 2nd episode overall."@en , "Trust is a track in the BIOHAZARD 5 ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK."@en , "My Christmas FanFic Contest Entry. The Protagonists are two young cats, called Han and Geo. The theme was gingerbread house. It is based on the classic German fairy-tale of Hansel and Gretel, which was published in 1812. Hope you Enjoy! :D Written by Eagleclaw My FanFiction.net Account:"@en , "Episode 20 of Robin & Batgirl. Robin,Batgirl,Black Lightning,Katana,Geo Force,Halo,and Metamorpho fought Security Henchmen,Alpha Robot,and Alpha Man.The next day,Robin and Batgirl detected trouble by monitoring villain locations in their headquarters.They called J'onn J'onzz,Huntress,B'wana Beast,and Captain Marvel for back-up.Now,they went to the crime location.They saw Professor Zoom fighting Rupert Thorne and Serial Killers.They helped him.Professor Zoom claimed that he is already good,after the battle.The heroes accepted the deal of going to his hideout.Now,in the lair,Professor Zoom used telepathy to control their minds,making them think they are hypnotized.Now,the heroes fell asleep.Meanwhile in the Watchtower,the Justice Society of America detected the trouble,then they moved to Pro"@en , "Trust was a song that was played by The Joker and his Goons during the planned attack on Gotham City's 200th Anniversary Parade. __TOC__"@en , "Stratos must form an uneasy alliance with Trap-Jaw to survive the perilous Ice Mountains."@en , "Team aliassen: - (ex) Leden: - Bekende vijanden: - Operatiebasis: - Voertuigen en accessoires: - Eerste optreden: - Bedacht door: -"@nl , "Even though Michael Ford wants answers, Prometheus sends Ford to the Library of Congress to eliminate a massive Drudge nest. Ford battles his way through the Library and discovers an entryway into the sewer system beneath it. Following the sewer tunnels, he finds the nest and destroys every last egg sac."@en , "Emily namierza sw\u00F3j kolejny cel, Billa Harmona, zamo\u017Cnego menad\u017Cera funduszu hedgingowego i zaufanego przyjaciela rodziny, kt\u00F3ry zeznawa\u0142 podczas procesu, w wyniku, kt\u00F3rego jej ojciec zosta\u0142 nies\u0142usznie skazany. Wykorzystuje do swoich cel\u00F3w znajomo\u015B\u0107 z Nolanem, bez jego wiedzy, udaje jej si\u0119 r\u00F3wnie\u017C p\u00F3j\u015B\u0107 na pierwsz\u0105 randk\u0119 z Danielem. Tymczasem rosn\u0105 podejrzenia Victorii co do Emily i kobieta zaczyna szuka\u0107 informacji na temat tej nowej osoby w Hamptons. Sytuacja braci Porter\u00F3w w Stowaway Tavern ulega pogorszeniu."@pl , "After barely escaping from Yoshio, Shuya and Noriko must decide if they can trust anyone, even each other."@en , "Trust was a game designed and hosted by based on Boquise's and Shadow own idea. It began on August 31, 2013 and ended in a Baddie & Indie win in N4 (September 7th)."@en , "Trust is a recurring and tenuous issue for many of the people involved with the Island."@en , "Name: Trust Run Time: 1:14 Year: 1996"@en , "Trust is a Raven that appears in the Armored Core: Master of Arena Extra Arena. He is ranked #4 in the Reverse Joint Leg Arena."@en , "Ting Wu stood as far away from Colonel Gentlemen as was possible given the cramped bridge and common area of the airship. She sipped on her newly procured Chinese tea, eying him with a diamond hard stare. Her other hand held a second cup and saucer, brimming with hot liquid. Having already made her rounds Colonel Gentleman was now the only one without a cup. However she made no move to cross the distance, simply staring at him, cup in hand, stone still. \"I suppose we have much to discuss here,\" said Colonel Gentlemen with a distinctly American accent. Colonel Gentlemen was visibly taken a back."@en , "Trust is a war table operation in Dragon Age: Inquisition."@en , "Trust is an achievement in Mafia III."@en , "Trust is a Grammy nominated album by Patrick O'Hearn, released by Deep Cave in 1995. The album features Warren Cuccurullo."@en , "Interprete Lanzamiento Apariciones Duraci\u00F3n \u00C1lbum Anterior soundtrack Siguiente soundtrack Este es un Soundtrack del \u00E1lbum Resident Evil 5 Original Soundtrack. Categor\u00EDa:Resident Evil 5 Original Soundtrack"@es , "Trust is the third episode of series 24 and first aired on the 21st april 2008."@en , "A teenager claims that he accidentally shot one of his classmates"@en , "\"Trust\" is a song from the 2008 musical Emmet Otter's Jug-Band Christmas. It is sung by the squirrels and Jane about taking chances in life by trusting \"that branch you land on.\" It was also performed by Rosie O'Donnell and the squirrels for the benefit Rosie's Broadway Extravaganza. The song was slightly rewritten for the 2015 reunion concert due to the removal of Jane's subplot, with Emmet taking her role as the person taking a chance, in this case putting a hole in Ma's washtub."@en , "In the common law, a trust is a type of ownership (of real property, personal property, money or other valuables) where one or more persons controls the property (the trustees) for the benefit of one or more other people (the beneficiaries). Trusts are created in one of two ways: \n* An explicit trust, where there is a clear intention to set up a trust; or \n* An implied trust, where the circumstances create an obligation to act as if a trust exists Hallmarks of a trust are generally:"@en , "Trust \u00E4r en interplanetarisk terroristgrupp baserat p\u00E5 Jorden, som best\u00E5r av oseri\u00F6sa ex-NID agenter och politiska och aff\u00E4rsm\u00E4ssiga cabal som finansieras dem."@sv , "Intimidated was NOT the right word for her predicament.Keola had a good relationship with every one of the members of Guardian, especially the officers. They had all looked out for her as Xethra\u2019s ward beyond Xethras wishes. Keola was a part of Guardian now, a big one \u2013 she was their main healer now, and ascended to Xethras primary consort after the betrayal of Seton. She hardly needed looking out for anymore, but being an ever coveted medic\u2026perhaps it was just habit. Most of the everyday runnings of the guild were still handled by Xethra, but the field work was taken care of primarily by Devesh and Mirrass. Xethra occasionally stepped in to wield her authority where it was needed, with Keola being the little messenger girl.She now knew every corner and crevice of the Citadel, every trick "@en , "The term TRUST may refer to: \n* Team for Research in Ubiquitous Secure Technology \n* Trusted Integrated Circuits"@en , "The Trust is an interplanetary terrorist group based on Earth, composed of rogue ex-NID operatives and the political and business cabal that funded them."@en , "Genres: Fantasy, Drama, Adventure Trust is a series about two rogues writen by Leafwhisker."@en , "TRUST were a visual kei band, formed in 2012 by members of the session band, RED\u2666STRING. 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She sipped on her newly procured Chinese tea, eying him with a diamond hard stare. Her other hand held a second cup and saucer, brimming with hot liquid. Having already made her rounds Colonel Gentleman was now the only one without a cup. However she made no move to cross the distance, simply staring at him, cup in hand, stone still. The room was deafeningly silent, thick with the quiet of all the conversations not going on. Out of the corner of his eye, Colonel Gentlemen caught Ting Wu's icy stare and realized that the jig, as they say, was up. \"Miss Dodge, would you kindly take the helm. I believe I need a moment to compose myself up after these, uh, most recent revelations...\" he said, at last breaking the silence. Making subtle eye contact with Ting Wu, Colonel Gentlemen left the helm under Verdie's control and excused himself to the rear cabin. After a suitably proper delay, Ting Wu politely excused herself, bowed, and followed after him. She closed the door softly behind her, and approached him with a calm but icy stare. \"I suppose we have much to discuss here,\" said Colonel Gentlemen with a distinctly American accent. Ting Wu's eyes grew slightly wider as yet another deception was revealed. Crossing the distance, she shoved the cup and saucer into Colonel Gentlemen hands, sloshing some on his shirt. \u201CWhat is next Colonel Gentlemen? Will I find out that you are perhaps the Emperors own long lost son?\u201D Her voice was low and calm. Even though she looked up at him, her ferocity was not diminished and perhaps was enhanced by the fact that she did not rant or rave. \u201CI have had some experience with Dragons, Colonel.\u201D She turned her back to him, walking to the far wall by the door, her own cup in hand. \u201CNone of it good.\u201D She turned to lean against the wall, sipping her tea. A well trained eye could see that her at ease look, masked the fact that every muscle was tensed. \u201CNow I can't fault you for your ... condition. It wasn't your doing. Nor the fact that we all assumed you human. The question was never presented so was never in need of answering.\u201D She looked up from her tea, \u201CNo, that I do not care about.\u201D \"Calm yourself my good lady, please. First off, my real name is Dirk Smallwood, Colonel Gentlemen is just a pseudonym under which I travel.\" Ting Wu remained silent and Colonel Gentlemen continued. \"Yes, uh... Well I did hide my true nature and I am glad that you hold me blameless for those actions. Most people, given a choice, would rather not deal in the affairs of my kind. And even though I am only half-dragon, the average man or woman doesn't seem to care of the differences. So when you have lied and hidden your true nature for as long as I have, the lying becomes almost second nature. There was no malice intended I assure you.\" Colonel Gentlemen cleared his throat and took a sip of tea. \u201CI do not care about all that!\u201D The verve of which she made the statement was unusual for Ting Wu, and the cup she had been so calmly sipping from was flung to the floor, it's contents darkening the carpet. \u201CWhat I need to know,\u201D she advanced upon him once more, \u201Cis who do Dragons talk too? Are you sent by the Emperor?!\u201D she stabbed one graceful finger into the low of his chest, being what she could reach. \u201CI will not go back!\u201D she growled in a low tone. Colonel Gentleman was, for perhaps the first time ever, speechless. His eyes grew wide with confusion and he stammered a bit. \"Th-The what? Emperor? Emperor of where? I have absolutely no idea what in the blazes you are talking about!\" Ting Wu reached up with both hands and grasped him about the collar. With a hard jerk, she brought him down to eye level with her, which was probably a most uncomfortable position for him. Staring hard into his eyes, searching into them, she waited for any response, his eyes dilating, sweat to break from his brow, even a slight twitch to give away any more lies. None appeared and all his eyes spoke of was overwhelming puzzlement. She waited a few more moments, her nose almost touching his. \u201CI suppose, Dirk Smallwood, I shall believe you for the time being.\u201D And thus released him from her iron grip. Colonel Gentlemen stood back up slowly, quietly pulled down on his shirt, re-tucking it where it had come loose and adjusted his jacket. \"Of course now I am all the more curious as to whom you were referring to just now...\" he half spoke, half muttered. \u201CAnd by what rights should I tell you Mr. Smallwood? You whom I've known as Colonel Gentleman coming on nigh three months.\u201D She took a polite step back off his toes. Keeping her eyes off his waist where his shirt had come loose. \"Well, I suppose you needn't reveal anything. However in the spirit of openness I have revealed information about myself which I have been keeping secret; my true identity in more ways than one... I believe it to be only fair that you share some such information about yourself.\" Smirking a little, he adds \"However if you are too prideful to share such things then perhaps I have assumed too much.\" \u201CI should cook you where you stand.\u201D Ting Wu drew her self up her full 5ft 2 inches. Then moved over to the table, where she perched, fiddling with the folds of her silk before looking up at him, resolved. \u201CDo you remember our first voyage together? Strange men in black robes? Olive complexions?\u201D She folded her hands in her lap. \u201CAlmond shaped eyes?\u201D She blinked. \u201CWho do you think they were after? The crew of that barge?\u201D She smirked back. \u201CShirley a wise dragon would have figured it out sooner.\u201D She brushed a hand down her beautiful silk cloths. \u201CAnd of my cloths and accessories, fine silk, jewels to adorn my hair. From whom would I have gotten them? And for that matter, who would send so many men after one... little... spell caster?\u201D She tisked at him. A coy smile spread across his face as he spoke. \"I have made it a point in my many years to never jump to the obvious conclusion. Making connections in one's mind often leads to false assumptions. Were those men after you? Neither the color of their skin nor the shape of their eyes are proof of that. Your clothes are, as far as I am aware, merely the customary dress of your homeland. Many far off lands are said to be full of riches and splendors. I would never have assumed that you had simply pilfered them from your former employer.\" He stopped to take a sip of the now quite cooled tea, waiting to see how Ting Wu would react. \u201CIf we do not take intuitive leaps Mr. Smallwood, then we are but creatures mucking about in the dirt.\u201D She cocked her head to one side, looking up at him. \u201CBut I digress. I shall give an answer, but mark me, should I find that you have played me false, you WILL live to regret it. Of that I will make certain. And regardless of my previous ... affection for you, I will spare you no pain.\u201D Her eyes flashed a warning at him. \u201CI have angered the Emperor of China, himself. The Dragon Emperor.\u201D She emphasized Dragon. \u201CHe who hordes not treasure or things, but people themselves, power over a nation.\u201D Colonel Gentlemen was visibly taken a back. \"I... I do not know what to say to that... Well you obviously know better than I do what the consequences of your actions are. But still your revelation does convince me of one thing I had not been sure of before. If you have truly made an enemy of this great dragon, then you would be wise to seek allies of similar strength and abilities. I am willing to be one of those allies if you would but ask. Dragons do not make friends lightly, as you undoubtedly already know, and we will fight tooth and nail to protect them if endangered. So it comes down to this; shall we be allies and friends or merely cheerful strangers sharing tea and a cramped cabin in some horrid flying machine?\" Ting Wu looked away, \u201CYou do me an honor, Mr Smallwood.\u201D she smiled thoughtfully, \u201CPerhaps it is time to accept a friend.\u201D She thrust out one small hand in facsimile of English men she had seen do the same. \u201CI would be privileged to have you as a friend and Ally.\u201D Much to Ting Wu's surprise, Colonel Gentlemen smiled and bowed in a traditional Chinese manner before accepting her outstretched hand and giving it quite a hardy handshake. \"I hope I did that right. My father always tried to teach me the common courtesies of the foreign lands... I suppose I paid attention to at least some of it.\" Ting Wu's eyes sparkled as she smiled up at him, pleased. Colonel Gentlemen spoke again with his previous British accent and smiled broadly. \"Well, jolly good then. Shall we rejoin our compatriots in the fore-cabin? I suspect that they are growing rather curious as to what the two of us are doing here in such secrecy. I dare say we don't want to raise any untoward notions!\" And with that he strode briskly towards the door pausing just before opening it. \"Oh, and incidentally, I would appreciate it if you would continue to refer to me as Colonel Gentlemen. Partially because I've become rather fond of the name but mostly because I do not believe the others would quite understand my need for such deceptions as you do. Oh, and of course Masterson should probably not be informed of any of this. Who knows what one such as he is liable to say when soused and in need of a boast to best all others!\" Ting Wu let out a genuine laugh. \u201CI suppose I can continue to call you by the name I've known you so long as. And I wouldn't tell that mongrel of a man ANYTHING if I can at all help it.\u201D He opened the door, and held it. \"After you my lady.\" She headed to the door, but as she passed by the Colonel she whispered, her eyes on the floor, \u201CYou know, untoward notions would not be SO unobjectionable.\u201D she passed hurriedly through the door and headed off to her quarters. \n* Written by Steve and Sarah via Email"@en , "Trust was a game designed and hosted by based on Boquise's and Shadow own idea. It began on August 31, 2013 and ended in a Baddie & Indie win in N4 (September 7th)."@en , "Trust is the third episode of series 24 and first aired on the 21st april 2008."@en , "Trust is a recurring and tenuous issue for many of the people involved with the Island."@en , "Trust is a Grammy nominated album by Patrick O'Hearn, released by Deep Cave in 1995. The album features Warren Cuccurullo."@en , "Trust is a Raven that appears in the Armored Core: Master of Arena Extra Arena. He is ranked #4 in the Reverse Joint Leg Arena."@en , "...earn it from everyone else first...THEN ...everyone thats left if you have time. This article is a stub. You can get a Tip of the Hat* from Stephen by adding only truthiness to it.*Tip of the Hat not guaranteed."@en , "Trust is the name of a song that Matrim Cauthon remembers while dancing in Salidar. It is unlikely that those lyrics are known or intended by the musicians. He has the memory of the man that wrote the song, or at least those lyrics."@en , "Trust is an alliance founded by corporations with commercial power, to build a platform for producing and selling capital ships. After an attack from the southern alliances on Trust's outpost and capital shipyard they joined together with G Alliance and other corporations to form a new entity named Dusk and Dawn (D2). The selling platform is presently still open and the capital ships are still available."@en , "The term TRUST may refer to: \n* Team for Research in Ubiquitous Secure Technology \n* Trusted Integrated Circuits"@en , "Stratos must form an uneasy alliance with Trap-Jaw to survive the perilous Ice Mountains."@en , "TRUST were a visual kei band, formed in 2012 by members of the session band, RED\u2666STRING. They disbanded on March 25, 2014, due to low attendance at their live at Shibuya O-West back in December 27, 2013."@en , "Trust is"@en , "Trust is a track in the BIOHAZARD 5 ORIGINAL SOUNDTRACK."@en , "A teenager claims that he accidentally shot one of his classmates"@en , "Team aliassen: - (ex) Leden: - Bekende vijanden: - Operatiebasis: - Voertuigen en accessoires: - Eerste optreden: - Bedacht door: -"@nl , "Episode 20 of Robin & Batgirl. Robin,Batgirl,Black Lightning,Katana,Geo Force,Halo,and Metamorpho fought Security Henchmen,Alpha Robot,and Alpha Man.The next day,Robin and Batgirl detected trouble by monitoring villain locations in their headquarters.They called J'onn J'onzz,Huntress,B'wana Beast,and Captain Marvel for back-up.Now,they went to the crime location.They saw Professor Zoom fighting Rupert Thorne and Serial Killers.They helped him.Professor Zoom claimed that he is already good,after the battle.The heroes accepted the deal of going to his hideout.Now,in the lair,Professor Zoom used telepathy to control their minds,making them think they are hypnotized.Now,the heroes fell asleep.Meanwhile in the Watchtower,the Justice Society of America detected the trouble,then they moved to Professor Zoom's hideout.Now,the league entered the hideout,then,they fought Zoom,Zoom's Minions,and Zoom's Assistants.Then,they went to Professor Zoom's room.They were trapped in a net,sticked to the ground.Wildcat destroys the net.Professor Zoom summoned Robin,Batgirl,J'onn J'onzz,Huntress,B'wana Beast,and Captain Marvel.Hourman knocks them out physically then he knocked them out of Professor Zoom's hypnotism.Now,the league attacked Professor's Assistants and Professor's Minions.The others helped them.Now,the league and the heroes attacked Professor Zoom,but they got knocked out.Geezer Flash rose up then Flash and Kid Flash came.The fight began.Three against one!But,the three speedsters lost.Robin made Professor Zoom faint using a tear gas.Now,all the heroes ran out of the castle.Robin shows a torn piece of paper with something written,which says,\"Everyone shall bow down on me!Gotham City will be mine one day,and my brilliance will conquer the world!Whahahahaha!\".Batgirl thinks that it is one of the hints of Professor Zoom's actual crime,and whatever it is,it's not good. Characters:Robin,Batgirl,Black Lightning,Katana,Geo Force,Halo,Metamorpho,J'onn J'onzz,Huntress,B'wana Beast,Captain Marvel,Wildcat,Hourman,Dr. Mid-Nite,Geezer Flash,Hawkman,Black Canary,Flash,Kid Flash,Policemen Villains:Security Henchmen,Alpha Robot,Alpha Man,Rupert Thorne,Serial Killers,Zoom's Minions,Zoom's Assistants,Zoom,Professor's Minions,Professor's Assistants,Professor Zoom"@en , "My Christmas FanFic Contest Entry. The Protagonists are two young cats, called Han and Geo. The theme was gingerbread house. It is based on the classic German fairy-tale of Hansel and Gretel, which was published in 1812. Hope you Enjoy! :D Written by Eagleclaw My FanFiction.net Account:"@en , "Intimidated was NOT the right word for her predicament.Keola had a good relationship with every one of the members of Guardian, especially the officers. They had all looked out for her as Xethra\u2019s ward beyond Xethras wishes. Keola was a part of Guardian now, a big one \u2013 she was their main healer now, and ascended to Xethras primary consort after the betrayal of Seton. She hardly needed looking out for anymore, but being an ever coveted medic\u2026perhaps it was just habit. Most of the everyday runnings of the guild were still handled by Xethra, but the field work was taken care of primarily by Devesh and Mirrass. Xethra occasionally stepped in to wield her authority where it was needed, with Keola being the little messenger girl.She now knew every corner and crevice of the Citadel, every trick of the Coliseum, and could counter virtually every malignancy into the madness of Ulduar. Keola had become a very powerful druid in a very short time. She had grown into a strong girl \u2013 woman now. She was grown, with a mate, she was a woman. Keola still wasn\u2019t used to thinking of herself in that way. But now standing before Xethra, beside her fellow officers of Guardian, being stared down as if she were a steer for slaughter...Keola hardly felt the confident being that she had become.Heading the line of scrimmage was Devesh. He was extra large and scarred for a Tauren, and never spoke of his service to the Lich King. He was an ever loyal member of the guild probably somehow related to Horarz, and usually a silly one. Humor could have been a defense mechanism, but there was one hardly more reliable than Devesh. Just having him take those two steps ahead of the group, hefting his huge axes, ready to defend to his death\u2026no one could deny his presence was a breath of confidence. Xethra had been immediately suspicious of the Death Knight like everyone else, but now they could hardly imagine a crusade without him.Beside Devesh was another strong Tauren bull, the steadfast and tactical commander Mirrass. He exuded peace and tranquility like any other deeply imbued and trained shaman. He was the level headed voice of reason whenever lids had been flipped, and was usually the one breaking up the venomous beratings before they even happened. Mirrass had done most of the battle plans for their expeditions into the Icecrown Citadel, with careful treading and collaboration with Devesh. His depth of knowledge was vast and he was forever researching, studying, and analyzing the enemy.Keola stood immediately to Mirass\u2019 right and beside the childish assassin, Destiney Giver. Despite his youth, Destiney was as experienced as they rest of them. He never stepped forward to be as strong a commanding presence as the others, but his silliness and his deadly stealth were an important part of the equation still. He was one of the few people in the entire world who could get away with pestering and annoying Xethra to the point of murder\u2026and somehow avoid her wrath. Perhaps they had some kind of understanding, seeing as the both of them were afflicted Forsaken.Bringing up the end of the line, the newest but certainly not the weakest officer to Guardian\u2019s line up was the brash, egotistical, ruthless hunter Koden. Koden was very much full of pride like any other Orc. Sometimes, perhaps a little too proud. His prowess as a hunter was known across the lands, and he was another member who would be loyal to Guardian to the death. His wolf, as stupid as the creature was, shared his masters\u2019 zeal. Always alert and carrying out his duties without questions, he was a reflection of Koden\u2019s loyalty and passion as well. Currently, he was sniffing around Destineys crotch, suspicious of something or other. Destineys death grip on his poisoned dagger did not deter the creature as Koden hid a smug smirk behind his huge helm. Destiney\u2019s silliness seemed to be rubbing off at the wrong time, as usual.\u201COur progress seems to have stymied.\u201D Xethra said, tapping at her chin. \u201CWe need more experienced soldiers. Keola and Devesh especially are tiring.\u201D With that, Xethra launched into a short status of the other main soldiers in the guild\u2019s order, with varying good and bad news for each.\u201CI\u2019m fine, Miss Xethra.\u201D Keola spoke up during one of the warlock\u2019s pauses. \u201CI don\u2019t need a break. I make sure that I\u2019m rested for every run.\u201D\u201CLeigheas will be back with us shortly. \u201C\u201CNo need to rush him back into duty,\u201D Keola said, stealing a glance to Mirrass on her left.\u201CBoth crusades need experienced healers. If he is fit, he will be on the line.\u201D Xethra said, leaning back against her desk. \u201CIf you continue to sleep for days, I will remove you from service.\u201D\u201CI was fighting off a cold, I am better now.\u201D Keola said, picking at a small fray on her leather belt.\u201CI can\u2019t have you holding the team back. I am sure a week off will be good. Geranguas will take you somewhere to rest.\u201D\u201CGer goes with Devesh and Mirrass into the Citadel. He won\u2019t really be happy about being told he can\u2019t go, and you need more people for the team. I won\u2019t stand back.\u201C\u201CAre you trying to defy me?\u201D Xethra stood up, visibly angered judging by her unusually stiff posture.\u201CWe can work something out to give Keola time to rest this week,\u201D Mirrass said. \u201CI am sure it would do her well.\u201DXethra didn\u2019t seem to hear him, her gaze hard on Keola. \u201CIt would be wise for you to do as I say.\u201D\u201CMiss Xethra, I don\u2019t think we can afford it. We\u2019re so close to the Lich King\u2026we can\u2019t just give up now.\u201D Keola pleaded, hands clasped before her.\u201CI\u2019m not asking you to give up. I am telling you that you need to rest.\u201D Xethra said.\u201CI\u2019m not going home, I\u2019m going with the rest of the team into the Citdael,\u201D Keola said simply.\u201CYou will do as you\u2019re told.\u201D Xethra said, her slight form almost shaking now with rage.\u201CI think it\u2019s time that we left, ma\u2019am.\u201D Devesh said brightly. \u201CUnless there is anything else?\u201DXethra waved him off. \u201CDismissed. Not you, Druid.\u201DKeola looked down at the floor, suddenly full of fear as the other officers shuffled out. Xethra was not in a good mood, if she was beyond familiar pleasantries. Destiney gave her a pat on the arm as he passed, as if reassuring her. As soon as Koden was through the door, Xethra yanked it shut loudly and turned to fix her fel glare upon the younger woman.\u201CWhat. Was.That.About.\u201D Xethra barked.\u201CI just don\u2019t think-\u201C\u201CI don\u2019t really care what you think.\u201D Xethra spat, clenching her fists in rage. \u201CI will not lose you, or any other member of this team. I will order Geranguas to lock you up, if I have to.\u201D\u201CHe wouldn\u2019t do it,\u201D Keola said slowly. \u201CAt least he trusts me-\u201C\u201CIt\u2019s not a matter of trust!\u201D Xethra screeched. She launched herself forward to attempt to frighten Keola, but succeeded only in hopping around on her tip-toes in an attempt to scream in her face. \u201CIt\u2019s a matter of survival. You never were very good at looking out for yourself. Why do you think I tolerate Geranguas?\u201D\u201CI was just fine before I met Ger!\u201D\u201COnly you would call rolling around in bed with an elf \u2018fine\u2019. \u201C Xethra mocked.\u201CPeople make mistakes,\u201D Keola said, turning her head to the side to stare at the wall.\u201COf course you do,\u201D Xethra said, finally turning to throw herself down into the large chair behind her cluttered, oversized work desk. The tiny office was just as small and sparse as Xethra\u2019s own apartment, and just as confining at times.\u201CI don\u2019t want to take the potions anymore, either.\u201D Keola said quickly, turning her gaze the floor.She was prepared for the verbal onslaught, or for things to be thrown at her. A book, quills, shadow bolts, something\u2026but the silence was eerie. Keola blinked and counted slowly to ten before trailing her eyes up the desk to Xethra\u2019s frozen stare.\u201CWhat brought this on?\u201D Xethra said slowly, fighting to control herself.\u201CI just am not sure what exactly is it they are, or why I\u2019m drinking them. I mean, I think I know\u2026but I really don\u2019t see why you are so worried about me when I should think about me on my own, and just kinda deal with things as they come at me instead of being all paranoid about stuff all of the time.\u201D Keola rambled a little.\u201CI suppose you thought it up yourself. \u201C Xethra surmised.\u201CI really did.\u201D Keola said, looking back down at the floor again.\u201CDo you know what may happen to you? Your career? Or this guild if you cease the treatments?\u201D Xethra asked, standing with both hands flat on her desk.Keola shook her head \u2018no\u2019, glancing at her matron\u2026she was very glad the large desk was still between the two.\u201CKnowing you, and the eyes you bat at your mate\u2026you would end up with child. Sooner than later.\u201D Xethra said, tossing one arm out in some angry gesture. \u201CYou can\u2019t expect to keep up a full pace. Not in that condition. Not for very long. Even if I let you, one day Geranguas would step up. True, you would not be with child long.\u201D\u201CBut!\u201D Xethra barked for emphasis. \u201CThen comes the care of a child. I\u2019m no babysitter. None of us are. You will be at home, with the child. Watching the skies. Hoping we come home. And the day we don\u2019t\u2026you will forever wonder if it was because of you.\u201D\u201CI don\u2019t even know if that\u2019s possible, with someone like Ger.\u201D Keola murmured.\u201CYou would rather tank the chance?\u201D\u201CI think I would.\u201DXethra threw herself down into her chair again, burying her face in her hands. Keola fixed her gaze on the floor again.\u201CYou are so stupid.\" Xethra murmured. \"Fucking stupid. You always have been.\u201D\u201CThen when you retire you won\u2019t make me guild leader.\u201D\u201CWho else?\u201D Xethra asked quietly.\u201CI can think of a lot of people who would make a better leader than me.\u201D\u201CIt would be you. How you delegated things after that is up to you.\u201D\u201CMiss Xethra,\u201D Keola started, and then sighed. \u201CI appreciate everything you\u2019ve done for me really I do but\u2026I don\u2019t think I can be what you need me to be.\u201D\u201CI suppose I have made my own mistakes.\u201D Xethra grumbled. \u201CYou will make a fine leader for Guardian. When the time is right, of course. If you take what you learn from me, and your fellow members, seriously.\u201D\u201CI do! I swear upon the Earthmother, I do!\u201D Keola choked, pausing to rub the tears from her eyes. \u201CI just want\u2026I just\u2026want you to trust me too, Miss Xethra. I want you to trust me as much as I trust you, and as much as you trust everyone else in Guardian. I\u2019ve done everything that I can to try to make you happy and it\u2019s never good enough. Why am I not good enough for you? What have I done wrong?\u201DKeola covered her face in shame when Xethra turned away from her. She couldn\u2019t help the tears streaming freely down her muzzle, couldn\u2019t hold her breath to stifle the sobs. She felt confined and restricted as she always did in Xethra\u2019s presence. So much\u2026that she didn\u2019t notice when the tiny warlock pulled Keola down to her to wrap her in a surprisingly tender embrace.\u201CI do.\u201D Xethra said. \u201CI do trust you. I still worry.\u201DKeola burst out into wailing, crying buckets of tears, gripping Xethra to her as she bawled. Tears of fear, joy, fright\u2026she didn\u2019t know. Xethra for once just held her.Keola finally pulled away and wiped at her eyes again, staring at the lapel on Xethra\u2019s robe rather than at her face. \u201CT-t-thanks. I\u2019m ok.\u201D\u201CLook. I am not going to go easy on you. But I won\u2019t make you do anything that you don\u2019t want to.\u201D Xethra said, trying to seem aloof with her arms crossed over her chest. \u201CBut I will tell you when I disagree.\u201DKeola smiled shakily. \u201CThat\u2019s fine. That\u2019s ok. I think I need it sometimes. Thank you so much..I\u2019m sorry\u2026\u201D\u201CJust be alright? Maybe you should find Geranguas, spend some time with him.\u201D Xethra said between gritted teeth.\u201CNo, he\u2019ll be fine as long as I am home on time.\u201D Keola said, giving Xethra one more brief hug. \u201CI think I will go make a new friend\u2026\u201D Tags: Keola, Xethra"@en , "\"Trust\" is a song from the 2008 musical Emmet Otter's Jug-Band Christmas. It is sung by the squirrels and Jane about taking chances in life by trusting \"that branch you land on.\" It was also performed by Rosie O'Donnell and the squirrels for the benefit Rosie's Broadway Extravaganza. The song was slightly rewritten for the 2015 reunion concert due to the removal of Jane's subplot, with Emmet taking her role as the person taking a chance, in this case putting a hole in Ma's washtub."@en , "Trust \u00E4r en interplanetarisk terroristgrupp baserat p\u00E5 Jorden, som best\u00E5r av oseri\u00F6sa ex-NID agenter och politiska och aff\u00E4rsm\u00E4ssiga cabal som finansieras dem."@sv , "Interprete Lanzamiento Apariciones Duraci\u00F3n \u00C1lbum Anterior soundtrack Siguiente soundtrack Este es un Soundtrack del \u00E1lbum Resident Evil 5 Original Soundtrack. Categor\u00EDa:Resident Evil 5 Original Soundtrack"@es , "Trust is a song from Evangelion: 3.0 You Can (Not) Redo, and it's track 9 in the album Music from Evangelion: 3.0 You Can (Not) Redo, disc 1."@en , "Even though Michael Ford wants answers, Prometheus sends Ford to the Library of Congress to eliminate a massive Drudge nest. Ford battles his way through the Library and discovers an entryway into the sewer system beneath it. Following the sewer tunnels, he finds the nest and destroys every last egg sac."@en , "Trust was a song that was played by The Joker and his Goons during the planned attack on Gotham City's 200th Anniversary Parade. __TOC__"@en , "After barely escaping from Yoshio, Shuya and Noriko must decide if they can trust anyone, even each other."@en , "Trust is the 2nd episode of Season 1 and the 2nd episode overall."@en , "In the common law, a trust is a type of ownership (of real property, personal property, money or other valuables) where one or more persons controls the property (the trustees) for the benefit of one or more other people (the beneficiaries). Trusts are created in one of two ways: \n* An explicit trust, where there is a clear intention to set up a trust; or \n* An implied trust, where the circumstances create an obligation to act as if a trust exists A trust does not exist merely because there is a fiduciary duty. For example, depositing money into a bank account does not create a trust even though the bank is being \"trusted\" with the money and must deal with it in a prudent manner. At law, that money still belongs to the depositor and must usually be returned on demand or on notice. Similarly, shareholders in a corporation are not beneficiaries of a trust, even though the directors and managers of the corporation must use the money provided by shareholders for the benefit of the shareholder - no trust exists because there is no obligation to ever return the money provided by the shareholder. Hallmarks of a trust are generally: \n* That the trustee has the authority to deal with the property in the trust as they see fit, without the permission of the beneficiary as long as it is consistent with the intention of the trust. \n* The beneficiary is entitled, on adequate notice, to an accounting of the property in a trust. \n* That, at some point in the future, the beneficiary will be entitled to payment from the trust or delivery of all the property in the trust and may legally enforce the payment or delivery at law. For example, a wealthy person may place all their property within a trust during their lifetime. They may be both the trustee and beneficiary during their lifetime, but on their death another person becomes the trustee and uses the property for the wealthy person's beneficiaries. This is usually common to avoid complications like estate taxes or the prohibition against disinheriting a spouse. A trust has a distinct legal personality apart from its founder, trustees and beneficiaries. Since it is not a corporation, it is not subject to reporting requirements."@en , "Emily namierza sw\u00F3j kolejny cel, Billa Harmona, zamo\u017Cnego menad\u017Cera funduszu hedgingowego i zaufanego przyjaciela rodziny, kt\u00F3ry zeznawa\u0142 podczas procesu, w wyniku, kt\u00F3rego jej ojciec zosta\u0142 nies\u0142usznie skazany. Wykorzystuje do swoich cel\u00F3w znajomo\u015B\u0107 z Nolanem, bez jego wiedzy, udaje jej si\u0119 r\u00F3wnie\u017C p\u00F3j\u015B\u0107 na pierwsz\u0105 randk\u0119 z Danielem. Tymczasem rosn\u0105 podejrzenia Victorii co do Emily i kobieta zaczyna szuka\u0107 informacji na temat tej nowej osoby w Hamptons. Sytuacja braci Porter\u00F3w w Stowaway Tavern ulega pogorszeniu."@pl , "I open my eyes and look up at a ceiling. I'm sitting in a chair, can't move. What feels like a belt is holding my head in place to the backrest. I move my eyes down; I can see most of another man's face there. His head is also strapped down. His eyes are darting left and right, teeth clenched, struggling to free himself. I make my own attempts, knowing they would be useless, but trying anyway. The chair is bolted to the floor, it won't move. The man is pretty close to me, if we could move, we could probably touch. I'm scared. I have no idea how this will play out. \"Hey,\" I say, \"you know what's going on here?\" \"No! I went to sleep and woke up tied to a fucking chair with some asshole in front of me who's apparently in the same fucking situation!\" Stupid question I suppose, \"Can you move anything besides your eyes and mouth?\" He tries again. \"Just my fingers and toes, damn much that can do.\" \"Ok,\" I sigh, \"looks like we're stuck here until whoever did this decides to do what they're doing. What's your name?\" \"Mike.\" \"I'm Chuck.\" I'm curious about this man. Why is he here with me? \"Can you think of any reason you're here? Did you hurt anyone? Steal from anyone? Anything?\" \"Man, I've never done anything,\" he cries, \"couple speeding tickets, that's it. You think someone would at least tell you why they kidnapped you.\" \"I can't think of anything either,\" I say truthfully. I look at him, try to think if I know him, or if I had even ever seen him before today. I hadn't. \"Any chance you recognize me?\" \"Don't think so.\" \"Alright, we're two innocent strangers. I guess it's just random. Pick the first person they happen to get, but for what?\" I look around as much as I can. The ceiling is high and I can't see any walls. There is a spotlight high over head illuminating us. All my fingers can feel are the edges of the armrest. I can't hear anything beyond my own breathing and the attempted movements of my newfound companion. What could have brought us here? Is this torture? Is there some psychotic force that brought us together? Whatever the answer is, I can feel in my gut that someone's going to die. Hopefully not me. \"Shit! I just cut myself, I think! Something hard and sharp is around my right arm.\" I look back down at him; it's a strain to keep my eyes pointed down so far. He's staring at me, panicking, mouth wide open, and panting. I move my arms as much as I can. \"It feels like straps or something are holding down my left arm and metal bands are around my right.\" \"What the hell? What are they going to...\" A loud screech. Deafening sounds. Speakers crackle. A booming voice. \"Good evening gentlemen. As you have no doubt discovered, you have been restrained and are now part of our little game. Between you is a table. On this table is a gun. In some time the restraints on your right arms will be released. The first to get the gun and kill the other will win their own life. An associate will put you to sleep and you will be released, a free man. The other will be disposed of and you will never be bothered again. If neither of you shoot the gun within five minutes of your restraints being released, a lethal electric current will be sent through your chairs killing you both, quite painfully in fact. It's better for one to live than both to die.\" Silence. We wait for the restraint to be released. It doesn't come. \"What the fuck, Chuck?\" \"I guess we'll have to wait. Maybe they want us to get to know the man we have to kill.\" \"I don't want to kill anyone! But I sure as hell don't want to die!\" I yelled, \"Well, would you rather kill me or die!? That's the important question! Is your life worth the death of someone else? Could you live your life knowing that you murdered someone just so you can live?\" \"No,\" he said, \"I'd rather die than kill someone, but I'd rather live and not kill even more!\" \"I feel the same, Mike, but unless you think we could untie ourselves in five minutes with only one hand...\" He was silent for a moment, then started whispering. \"Yeah? What if we could?\" \"What?\" I yelled, \"How can we trust that we actually have five minutes? How can I trust in you? If I reach over to untie myself, how do I know you won't go for the gun?\" \"Like I said! I'd rather die than kill someone. A shot at us both living is better than the alternative.\" \"I guess it's the only way to not be a murderer.\" I smile, even though he can't see me, \"I trust you, you can trust in me too.\" So that's our plan, we'll attempt to free ourselves and hope we can do it in time. I know I'm not going to be getting anything off that table before I free myself, and I really think that Mike won't try to kill me. I start going over plans to get myself free. Would it be easier to undo the other arm first? Would I need to see my other arm to free it? If not I would need to remove my head restraint so I could look, but could I do it with only one hand? I decide that when the time came I would just go with my instinct. \"It feels like there are three straps on each limb, one on my head, one under my shoulders and one around my waist.\" \"So not counting the ones on the right arm, that's,\" Mike thought for a second, \"twelve straps? Or belts? Whatever they are, I'm sure we have enough time.\" We wait. \"So, you got a family or anything Chuck? \"No, not really,\" I say. \"My parents are around and I see them every once in a while. I have a few friends, no one really close though. You?\" \"I have a girlfriend and a kid, and the rest of the family. I really want to get back to them. I just got a new job, planning on getting a house. Things are going pretty well. Man, why did this have to happen now?\" \"Why does this have to happen at all? Why are people so fond of death?\" The life of someone like me against someone like him didn't seem fair. I still want to live though. I don't want to kill him, but I'm not going to offer myself as a sacrifice so that he can live. The only thing a reasonable person would do is our plan. We talk for a while. He tells me about where he grew up, what he does for a living, how he met his girlfriend, about how wonderful his daughter is. He starts getting choked up and I take over. I talk about just anything, school, friends, my plans in life. We keep talking about the lives we very well might lose until we can't bear to talk about it anymore. We wait for what seems like an hour in silence. Still, nothing happens. Mike started yelling \"Hey! Come on! We gonna sit here all day?\" Nothing in reply but silence. Mike is shaking, as much as he could anyway. \"I want to see my kid again. I want to get out of here.\" \"Mike, just relax. Think about how you're going to get out of here, think about getting your other arm free, your head, your chest, your legs.\" \"Alright, alright. I'm cool.\" He doesn't seem cool. We wait some more. Every time I look down, Mike seems worse. I try talking to him, get him out of his own head, but he won't talk back. I wait a while, hoping that we can both be free of this accursed game. As I look at him, it feels to me that I've been here for years, just sitting here, looking across this table. Eventually he starts muttering, but I can hear him. \"We just assume that we can get out of here. They could have us locked in. They could have people kill us the minute we walk out. I don't even know where we are. Could be the middle of the desert or Antarctica for all I know. Hell, there could be someone six feet to the left and I wouldn't know. They could be listening in the whole time and know what we plan to do. I don't even know what's holding me down. They might have to cut me out of here and there's no way to get out with just my one hand. Someone has to die, and it sure as hell won't be me.\" \"Mike,\" I try to reassure him, \"focus. Focus on getting out. No one has to die. I know it. You have to know it too. Twelve straps, that's it. We walk out, finally free.\" Restraint is released. I lift my right arm to the belt that's on my head and start to undo it. I see Mike reach across the table, I know I can't win. \"Sorry Chuck, I have a family. I've got more to live for than you!\" \"Don't do this! There's plenty of time! Don't go home to your family a murderer!\" \"Fuck you.\" The belt on my head is loose, I look down quickly. His hand's waving back and forth on the table trying to find the gun. It's not there. \"Five years,\" I say standing up, reaching for the kill switch. \"Five years of endless variations, and they always reach for the gun.\" Written by Naheenanajah"@en , "The Trust is an interplanetary terrorist group based on Earth, composed of rogue ex-NID operatives and the political and business cabal that funded them."@en , "Mit einem lauten Knall fiel die T\u00FCr ins Schloss. Das letzte, was ich h\u00F6rte, ehe die erdr\u00FCckende Stille mich begr\u00FC\u00DFte, waren ihre stampfenden Schritte, die sich weit bis zur Treppe hinab zogen, dann fiel auch die zweite T\u00FCr ins Schloss, jedoch leiser als zuvor. Und schlussendlich \u2013 Stille. W\u00FCtend biss ich die Z\u00E4hne zusammen. Ballte meine H\u00E4nde zu F\u00E4usten. Doch diese Wut, welche meine Seele mit einer beunruhigenden Schnelligkeit \u00FCberschwemmte, galt nicht ihr. Nein, ganz allein mir. Bereits das zehnte Mal in einem Jahr war es gewesen, dass wir unsere Liebe unter Beweis stellen mussten. Und jedes Mal auf\u2019s Neue war ich es gewesen, der den Kampf verloren hatte. Selbstverst\u00E4ndlich war es nicht unnat\u00FCrlich, dass sich Ehepaare hin und wieder mal stritten, doch\u2026 unsere Situation galt \u00FCber dem eigentlichen Ma\u00DFe an Streit. Bis jetzt waren es immer belanglose Themen gewesen, nichts, was h\u00E4tte auf dieser Welt Erw\u00E4hnung gefunden, doch heute Abend sah es anders aus. Tage zuvor verlief alles so, wie es h\u00E4tte f\u00FCr ein frisch verheiratetes Ehepaar verlaufen sollen: Ich und meine Sch\u00F6nheit sa\u00DFen vor dem Fernseher und schauten uns einen Spielfilm an. Als ich meinen muskul\u00F6sen Arm um ihre zarte, zerbrechliche Schulter legen wollte, wich sie ohne jede Warnung pl\u00F6tzlich zur\u00FCck und sah mich mit einem Gesichtsausdruck an, den ich nicht von ihr erwartet h\u00E4tte. Sie wirkte ver\u00E4ngstigt. \u201EWas hast du?\u201C, stellte ich die Frage in den Raum. Doch anstatt einer erhofften Antwort, kam eine L\u00FCge, wie sie jeder Ehemann gesp\u00FCrt h\u00E4tte: \u201EEs ist nichts\u2026\u201C Zun\u00E4chst hatte ich angenommen, dass es nur eine Phase war, die sie durchmachte. Doch dabei bemerkte ich nicht, welchen Anlass sie tats\u00E4chlich hegte\u2026 Eines normalen Morgens hing meine Geliebte wortw\u00F6rtlich \u00FCber der Kloschl\u00FCssel. Zaghaft klopfte ich gegen das helle Holz der Badezimmert\u00FCr und wartete, bis sie sie mir aufschloss. \u201EWas ist los? Geht es dir nicht gut?\u201C, erst jetzt bemerkte ich, wie \u00FCberfl\u00FCssig meine Frage war, denn ich blickte in die glasigen, m\u00FCden Augen meiner Frau, dessen Antlitz gezeichnet von einem herausstehenden Kotzfaden am Mundwinkel war. \u201EHab wohl was schlechtes gegessen, das ist alles,\u201C antwortete sie knapp und verschwand ohne ein weiteres Wort durch die Haust\u00FCr. Die Tage vergingen und allm\u00E4hlich meinte ich zu ahnen, was mit meiner Herzallerliebsten los war. Die kurzen, doch heimlichen Gespr\u00E4che die sie mit jemanden am Telefon f\u00FChrte, in denen sie erkl\u00E4rte, dass sie noch nicht bereit sei oder auch die versp\u00E4tete Tatsache, dass ich einen weggeworfenen Schwangerschaftstest gefunden habe, sprachen B\u00E4nde. Meine Juliet hatte mich mit einem wildfremden Kerl betrogen! Die Frau, mit der ICH meine Zukunft habe planen wollen, zerst\u00F6rte diese ohne auch nur mit der Wimper zu zucken. Kurzerhand entschloss ich mich, sie noch am gleichen Abend zur Rede zu stellen. Meine Vermutung musste ich mir ihrerseits mit einer L\u00FCge entgegnen lassen, f\u00FCr die ich sie h\u00E4tte schlagen k\u00F6nnen: \u201EIch habe niemand anderen und ich bin auch nicht schwanger! Ich liebe nur dich!\u201C Pures Gift triefte mit jedem Wort, das sie sprach heraus. Gift, das unsere Ehe absterben lassen w\u00FCrde. Langsam und qualvoll. Meine aufgestaute Wut entfachte sich zu einem brennenden Zorn, der einem Inferno gleichkam. Ohne auch nur \u00FCber jegliche Konsequenzen im Klaren zu sein, schritt ich auf sie zu und schlug ihr ins Gesicht. Die Wucht meines Schlags war so stark gewesen, dass ich das leise Trippeln ihres Blutes auf dem Boden vernehmen konnte. Ein pl\u00F6tzlicher Schock durchfuhr meinen K\u00F6rper, sodass ich nicht ansatzweise in der Lage war zu sprechen oder mich zu bewegen. Nicht ein Wort entglitt meinem Sprechorgan. Nicht ein Zucken veranlasste meinen K\u00F6rper zur Bewegung. \u201EJuliet, i-ich\u2026 Es tut mir leid, i-\u201C \u201EHalt deinen Mund!\u201C, entgegnete sie barsch. Augenblicklich verstummte ich. Mit einem leisen Fl\u00FCstern f\u00FCgte sie hinzu: \u201EH\u00F6r einfach auf, mir hinterher zu spionieren. Du hast\u2026 ja keine Ahnung, was f\u00FCr eine schei\u00DFe ich gerade durchmache!\u201C Ihre anf\u00E4ngliche barsche Stimme verwandelte sich mit jedem Wort in eine andere, traurigere. Im selben Moment verfluchte ich mich f\u00FCr dieses abscheuliche Hassgef\u00FChl, welches mich \u00FCbermannt hatte. Wie konnte ich nur so dumm gewesen sein?! Gerade, als ich meine Hand nach ihrer ausstrecken wollte und sie vorsichtig fragen wollte, was denn los sei, drehte sie sich um und lie\u00DF mich alleine in unserer Wohnung zur\u00FCck. Diese ganze vergangene Zeit vor Augen zu sehen, gab mir das Gef\u00FChl, als w\u00E4ren es Jahre gewesen, die uns voneinander trennten. Jedoch waren gerade mal 2 Stunden vergangen seit sie fort war. Normalerweise w\u00E4re sie jetzt hier. Weinend h\u00E4tte sie ihre Arme um mich geschlungen und sich schluchzend bei mir f\u00FCr ihr Abhauen entschuldigt. Tr\u00F6stend w\u00FCrde ich ihr durchs Haar fahren und ihr abermals versichern, dass alles gut sei und dass Streitereien nun mal vorkamen. Dennoch scheinen all diese Dinge nicht zu passieren. Ab hier hatte ich zwei M\u00F6glichkeiten: Entweder, ich warte immer noch wie ein Hund auf sein Frauchen in der Wohnung auf sie \u2013 w\u00E4hrend ich mir die verr\u00FCcktesten Fantasien ausmalte, die sie mit ihrem neuen Lover betreiben k\u00F6nnte \u2013 oder ich machte mich auf die Suche nach ihr. Letzteres schien logischer und zudem beruhigender f\u00FCr mich zu sein. W\u00E4hrend ich die Stra\u00DFen entlang lief begr\u00FC\u00DFte mich die vollkommende Dunkelheit. Nicht eine Laterne schien mir die Suche zu erleichtern. Die Taschenlampe meines Handys war die einzige nutzbare Lichtquelle in dieser Situation. Immer wieder wanderte der Lichtkegel von links nach rechts und wieder zur\u00FCck. Sie konnte \u00FCberall sein. Ich durfte meine Juliet keinesfalls aus den Augen verlieren! Gerade als ich an einer Gasse vorbeikam, vernahm ich ein leises Tropfen und einen leichten s\u00FC\u00DFlich-metallischen Geruch. Sofort bannte sich in meinem Kopf die Vorstellung, die sich kein Mensch der Welt h\u00E4tte vorstellen k\u00F6nnen. Schnell rannte ich in die Gasse hinein und das k\u00FCnstliche Licht fiel auf eine vollkommen nackte, blutverschmierte Frau. Es war meine Frau! Sie so zu sehen lie\u00DF mich erbrechen. Ihre Eingeweide hingen lose aus ihrem K\u00F6rper heraus, ihr Kopf war g\u00E4nzlich in eine falsche Richtung gedreht worden und das, was einmal ihr Gesicht gewesen sein mochte, war nun nichts weiter als ein mit Sehen und Muskeln \u00FCbers\u00E4hter, letzter Rest. Weinend brach ich zusammen. Meine H\u00E4nde landeten mit einem lauten Platschen in meiner eigenen Galle. Der aufgehende Gestank im Einklang des verronnenen Blutes brannte in meiner Nase. \u201EWer\u2026 wer hat\u2026 dir das angetan?\u201C, wimmerte ich leise, w\u00E4hrend ich aus nutzloser Tat heraus eine Haarstr\u00E4hne aus ihrem toten Antlitz entfernte. Dabei verschmierte ich meine eigene Galle an ihren blonden Haaren. Den Rest der endlosen Nacht verbrachte ich weinend, schreiend und zitternd um meine Ehefrau. Unnachgiebig peitschte der Wind mir meine Haare ins Gesicht. Die aufkommende K\u00E4lte lie\u00DF mich fr\u00F6steln. Dennoch war ich mir tief in meinem Inneren bewusst, dass sie nicht von Au\u00DFen kam, sondern von Innen. Gleich w\u00FCrde ich ihn wiedersehen. Nach all den Jahren w\u00FCrde ich meinem Peiniger wieder ins Gesicht sehen, von dem ich, durch meine eigene Dummheit verschuldet, ein Kind bekommen w\u00FCrde. \u201EBeschissener Alkohol\u2026\u201C, fluchte ich leise und musste mir unwillk\u00FCrlich die Nacht vor zwei Wochen in Erinnerung rufen. Wenngleich sie nur verschwommen war, erinnerte ich mich genau an den Gesichtsausdruck des erregten Mannes. Er hatte es genossen, genau wie ich. Die Erinnerung daran lie\u00DF mich beinahe auf offener Stra\u00DFe erbrechen. Nach einer gef\u00FChlten Ewigkeit erreichte ich endlich unseren Treffpunkt. Es war eine Gasse, die von Menschen mit gesunden Menschverstand gemieden wurde. \u201EAh, da bist du ja!\u201C, grinste der Mann mich an. Er stand etwas abseits, sodass wenige Lichtstrahlen auf sein Gesicht trafen. F\u00FCr sein Alter, das ich auf gerade mal Mitte 40 sch\u00E4tzte, sah er erstaunlich jung aus. Ich antwortete nicht, sondern zog ihn fort von der \u00D6ffentlichkeit. \u201EEs geht so nicht weiter!\u201C, knurrte ich ihn an. Ich wollte stark wirken, ihm klarmachen, dass es falsch war, was wir hier taten. Nein \u2013 es war krank! Mit seiner fettigen, verschwitzten Hand strich er mir sanft \u00FCber meine Haare. \u201EAch liebes,\u201C hauchte er mir ins Ohr. Ich w\u00FCrgte als sein fauler Atem mich traf. Gott, womit hatte ich das alles nur verdient!? \u201EWir sind doch f\u00FCr einander bestimmt, nicht wahr? Dann spielt es doch keine Rolle, ob du meine Tochter bist oder nicht. Was hier z\u00E4hlt ist die Liebe!\u201C Der Gedanke, dass er sich nach unserer Nacht in mich verliebt hatte machte mich krank. Kaum hatte er diese Worte ausgesprochen, schob ich ihn von mir weg und schlug ihm ins Gesicht. \u201EDu bist krank! Du bist nicht mein Vater! Ein verkommenes Arschloch bist du! Gehe zur\u00FCck in deine Zelle und verrottete dort!\u201C Mein Vater lie\u00DF sich von meinen mutigen Worten nicht abbringen. Im Gegenteil, es spornte ihn umso mehr an mir \u00FCbel zu tun. \u201ESoll ich dir zeigen, was ich damals mit deiner Hure von Mutter getan habe?!\u201C, schrie er mich an. Es war kein w\u00FCtender Schrei, sondern \u00E4hnelte vielmehr einem Wahnsinnigen, der schon vor Jahren sein Verstand verloren hatte. Ruckartig presste er mich gegen die Wand. Mit dem Ellenbogen verhinderte er, dass ich schreien konnte. Etwas spitzes, scharfes stach zwischen meine Beine ein. Aus Leibeskr\u00E4ften h\u00E4tte ich geschrien, doch das einzige, was ich hervorbrachte, waren gurgelnde Laute, die meinen Schleim hervor spuckten. Einige Tropfen landeten auf seinem Oberarm, doch es schien ihn nicht zu st\u00F6ren. Ganz und gar galt seiner Konzentration darauf mich von innen heraus aufzuschlitzen. Sein scharfes Werkzeug glitt weiter hinauf zu meinem Unterleib, dann zu meinem Bauch. Warmes Blut quoll in Unmengen aus mir heraus, vermischte sich mit meiner eigenen Spucke. Mir wurde schwindelig und ich bekam das Gef\u00FChl zu fallen. Ich fiel in eine endlose Dunkelheit. Der Druck, der sich an meiner Kehle angebaut hatte, verschwand. Mein K\u00F6rper erschlaffte und landete mit einem dumpfen Knall auf den Boden. Das letzte, was ich h\u00F6rte, ehe mich die Dunkelheit und die damit verbundene Freiheit umarmte, waren die Worte meines Erzeugers: \u201EVerstehst du jetzt? Das ist meine Art zu sagen: 'Ich liebe dich.' So wie ich deine Mutter geliebt hatte.\u201C Danach folgte ein sadistisches Lachen, welches immer weiter in die Ferne r\u00FCckte, bis es schlussendlich abklang. Schwer keuchend, aber zufrieden mit seinem Werk, entfernte er sich von ihr. Ein breites Grinsen zeichnete sich auf seinen Lippen, w\u00E4hrend er das klebrige, warme Blut von seinen H\u00E4nden leckte. Es war grandios mitanzusehen, wie er nach Jahren, die er im Gef\u00E4ngnis verbracht hatte, endlich freikam und nun seinen Hass \u00FCber seine Familie vollends befriedigt hatte. Sein Grinsen wurde breiter, als er an jene Nacht mit seiner Tochter dachte, welche betrunken von einem Pub auf ihn zu kam. Er hatte weitaus mehr befriedigt als nur seinen Hass und dies w\u00FCrde er weiterhin tun. Gen\u00FCsslich leckte er sich \u00FCber die Lippen, als er sein n\u00E4chstes Opfer auf sich zu kommen sah: Ein kleines M\u00E4dchen, welches verwirrt und \u00E4ngstlich den Namen ihrer Mutter rief\u2026 Geschrieben von: BlackRose16 (Diskussion) 12:49, 5. Mai 2017 (UTC) Kategorie:Mittellang Kategorie:Geisteskrankheit Kategorie:Mord Kategorie:Artikel ohne Bilder Kategorie:NSFW"@de , "Trust is a war table operation in Dragon Age: Inquisition."@en , "Trust is an achievement in Mafia III."@en , "Genres: Fantasy, Drama, Adventure Trust is a series about two rogues writen by Leafwhisker."@en , "Trust (\u4FE1\u983C Shinrai?) is Komachi's second character song that appears in the second vocal album."@en . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ; . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .