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CHAPTER 3
The crisp April air whipped through the open window of the Citroen ZX as it skimmed south past the Opera House and crossed Place Vendôme. In the passenger seat, Robert Langdon felt the city tear past him as he tried to clear his thoughts. His quick shower and shave had left him looking reasonably presentable but had done little to ease his anxiety. The frightening image of the curator's body remained locked in his mind.
Jacques Sauniere is dead.


Langdon could not help but feel a deep sense of loss at the curator's death. Despite Sauniere's reputation for being reclusive, his recognition for dedication to the arts made him an easy man to revere. His books on the secret codes hidden in the paintings of Poussin and Teniers were some of Langdon's favorite classroom texts. Tonight's meeting had been one Langdon was very much looking forward to, and he was disappointed when the curator had not shown.


Again the image of the curator's body flashed in his mind. Jacques Sauniere did that to himself?Langdon turned and looked out the window, forcing the picture from his mind.


Outside, the city was just now winding down - street vendors wheeling carts of candied amandes, waiters carrying bags of garbage to the curb, a pair of late night lovers cuddling to stay warm in a breeze scented with jasmine blossom. The Citroen navigated the chaos with authority, its dissonant two-tone siren parting the traffic like a knife.


"Le capitaine was pleased to discover you were still in Paris tonight," the agent said, speaking for the first time since they'd left the hotel. "A fortunate coincidence."


Langdon was feeling anything but fortunate, and coincidence was a concept he did not entirely trust.

As someone who had spent his life exploring the hidden interconnectivity of disparate emblems and ideologies, Langdon viewed the world as a web of profoundly intertwined histories and events.

The connections may be invisible, he often preached to his symbology classes at Harvard, but they are always there, buried just beneath the surface.


"I assume," Langdon said," that the American University of Paris told you where I was staying?" The driver shook his head. "Interpol." Interpol, Langdon thought.

Of course.He had forgotten that the seemingly innocuous request of all European hotels to see a passport at check-in was more than a quaint formality - it was the law. On any given night, all across Europe, Interpol officials could pinpoint exactly who was sleeping where.

Finding Langdon at the Ritz had probably taken all of five seconds.
As the Citroen accelerated southward across the city, the illuminated profile of the Eiffel Tower appeared, shooting skyward in the distance to the right. Seeing it, Langdon thought of Vittoria, recalling their playful promise a year ago that every six months they would meet again at a different romantic spot on the globe. The Eiffel Tower, Langdon suspected, would have made their list. Sadly, he last kissed Vittoria in a noisy airport in Rome more than a year ago.
"Did you mount her?" the agent asked, looking over.


Langdon glanced up, certain he had misunderstood. "I beg your pardon?"
"She is lovely, no?" The agent motioned through the windshield toward the Eiffel Tower. "Have you mounted her?"
Langdon rolled his eyes. "No, I haven't climbed the tower." "She is the symbol of France. I think she is perfect." Langdon nodded absently.

Symbologists often remarked that France - a country renowned for machismo, womanizing, and diminutive insecure leaders like Napoleon and Pepin the Short - could not have chosen a more apt national emblem than a thousand-foot phallus.


When they reached the intersection at Rue de Rivoli, the traffic light was red, but the Citroen didn't slow.

The agent gunned the sedan across the junction and sped onto a wooded section of Rue Castiglione, which served as the northern entrance to the famed Tuileries Gardens - Paris's own version of Central Park. Most tourists mistranslated Jardins des Tuileries as relating to the thousands of tulips that bloomed here, but Tuileries was actually a literal reference to something far less romantic.

This park had once been an enormous, polluted excavation pit from which Parisian contractors mined clay to manufacture the city's famous red roofing tiles - or tuiles.


As they entered the deserted park, the agent reached under the dash and turned off the blaring siren. Langdon exhaled, savoring the sudden quiet. Outside the car, the pale wash of halogen headlights skimmed over the crushed gravel parkway, the rugged whir of the tires intoning a hypnotic rhythm. Langdon had always considered the Tuileries to be sacred ground.

These were the gardens in which Claude Monet had experimented with form and color, and literally inspired the birth of the Impressionist movement.

Tonight, however, this place held a strange aura of foreboding.
The Citroen swerved left now, angling west down the park's central boulevard. Curling around a circular pond, the driver cut across a desolate avenue out into a wide quadrangle beyond.

Langdon could now see the end of the Tuileries Gardens, marked by a giant stone archway.
Arc du Carrousel.


Despite the orgiastic rituals once held at the Arc du Carrousel, art aficionados revered this place for another reason entirely. From the esplanade at the end of the Tuileries, four of the finest art museums in the world could be seen... one at each point of the compass.

to be continued

olumose001:
I thought you wanted to add your own twist to the story, buh its still d original... Nice one sha

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nastynic:
Hmmmmmm this is the beginning of a master piece "parks car grabs popcorn " let the movie begin

make sure you keep fanta ready to

am so sorry for the late update

To be a Christian with Christ signature

is they greatest knowledge anyone can offer you

and greatest favour you can be given

because of lack of courage of our fellow

Christians ,Muslims and other religion

things fall apart...

remember we have one true God (jehovah)who created all the entities in the worlds unknown to man kind..
he created everything

this things are invisible that is why you can never comprehend them.

but I bring it to you raw
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Mum left that morning leaving me to my thoughts..

the court case was just a simple case to handle. why should it bother me..

It was evening Already ...as I love doing.. I slept throughout that morning

till four o'clock I was woken up by my senior
bros voice scratching eyes verywell I saw

him with some men..

senior bro: wake up junior..
he touched my feet slightly...

I shrugged but woke ...

then it dawn on me that it was already evening and we should be going to the airport..

I looked at the men at his back and it was my dad as tall as usual with ...

those force men he just kept silent...

I will say that it have been almost a year I haven't seen him due to consistent travelling..

I wondered why he was quiet..

I ran to him and hugged him..
you will make it out son he said with an authoritative voice...

they left later given me a time lapse of 30 minutes to get ready..

i. entered the bathroom which was tiled all over with white tiles.

unlike the toilet which was brown and milk tiles.. tiled all over the toilet touching the ceiling..

which was white PVC...

after bathing I dried my self and dressed..

off we goto the airport..

we travelled to mohali specifically Chandigarh .. they had an airport which was named after the city

we were to board the airport in Chandigarh

I don't know why my dad stressed himself
so much as to book a flight ticket in mohali instead of
amristar...

though I knew nothing about it myself so I kept it to myself..

we cruised in two black Chevrolet vehicle..

me ,my mum , and my sister at the front car in the back seat with two force men driving.. at the front...

my dad alone with one force man in the back car...


we arrived at the airport at 12:00pm..

I thought we were never gonna arrive

my mum slept throughout...

but my sister kept staring at me silent with a
pitiful crying eyes and beauty...

The plane was carrying two hundred passengers..
as I saw in the ticket...

I sat with one of the force man

..

24, 25...

I was sitting near the window

the plane was ready to take off as we moved slowly accelerating until I started feeling weightless..

I made sure I fastened my seat belt as I do hear the flight attendant say ...its not my first time of entering a plane...

I travelled by air several times when I was little..
I was born in America ..

so am a citizen there .. we always visited the country anytime we had a long holiday..

during summer there in america..

we a have house in Boston ..USA..

It was a 9hours + flight

we kept on flying until I slept of again the second time ..

this time it was a projection...

I projected naked in the air plane... floating

in deep meditation.

I called on the demons(xalar) as they were called that hanged on the air space of india

to come into the plane..

And yes they came

..
My mission was to end the life's of those force men and my sister...

everybody were moving around the plane cause it was now stable in the air..
some people going to the toilet and some guys

making friends with some ladies

some where sleeping majority..

the force man who was dark in complexion..

though I already slept off..
yes he was right.. but I was in a dangerous sleep...

As I moved in the plane..
I had this urge to crash the plane... but my beloved mum was also in the plane so

that plan got sabotaged.. by me.

the two force men were sitting in two different places in the plane ..

with a mixture of dark and fair Indians and also some american tourist..

one was sitting at the second class section while the other was in the third class section near a window..

while me my mum and all of us with one force man were in the first class section...

some flight attendants came to serve expensive wine and other comfort that made it be called first class...

I continued strolling until I reach second class section in the air...
with demons..

I commanded the two force men with my sister to fall dead..
I wasn't

going to touch the force man seating with me

so that I would not be suspected..

since the other one was still in the hospital in amristar..

but something miraculously happened

the two force men died in there sleep but nothing happened to my sister. .

I only saw blood alert of two people but my sister wasn't...

ha what's happening...

I attempted killing her again but to no avail..

then i commanded her to sleep so that I will kill her through dream ..cause she was busy with her phone

she slept so I projected into her dream...

I looked from the mountains and their stood she in a place she knew not..

she was in a dream state in an arid desert..

confusion was written on her face..

she moved all over the place with no direction...

in the dream I came out of the mountains and flew down to where she was...

I removed a dagger form the air and was about to stab her as she was frightened to see her own brother trying to kill her...

she lay on the ground awaiting the dagger to slid into her body..

A white being with wings and feet red as heated iron in infrared state and eyes
red and burning like that of coal..

they whole being was hand some and brilliant.. and tall..

it had hair golden in colour..

the creature that was before me freezed my hand with the dagger

immediately war broke out in her dream...
you could here the clashing of spiritual weapons which sounded like a bomb

fire and thunder striked as they were defeated

two arch demons who came to fight the white being protecting my sister were defeated

I was amazed I took a sword and went directly to fight the white being

just they stare fire in the eyes of the white being made me lose control I was defeated

this is not possible
I stood up and left the angel to go and fight my sister who was confused about what was happening..

but as I approached her two swords from nowhere ..the most mightiest swords I have ever seen..

came and fought me ..

that was when I got scared and starting calling on spirits that never came

One thing I noticed was that I wasn't sliced the way the other demons were sliced..
and I wasn't captured
cause if that happen I will not wake up either..

as I noticed the demons seized to exist..

who are you ? I asked the being I was fighting with..
aren't you afraid of Lilla the almighty? I asked again..

but he kept silent

the rumble of thunder in that realm brought me back to reality.. as I saw them coming to strike me..

I woke up with a yell that startled everybody in the plane...

To be continued....

lorelife:
following u steadily. tnx 4 dis update bro, bt I no bele-full

am undergoing some problem here bro...

please bear with me..