A Touch of Memory and Revenge

The man rushed into the house, heading straight for his bedroom. They had to leave the house right now. He had to take his family somewhere safe. He burst into his room startling his wife who was laying down on the bed tutoring his son, their son, Mikael. He paused looking at both of them and for the first time since he overheard the unsettling conversation between mouse and the unidentified man, he felt the reality of the situation. He had a family- a pregnant wife and a son. If what he heard was really true, then they were already coming for him. His resolve was set, they had to leave the house right now.“Honey, what’s wrong?, You startled me!”, his wife exclaimed after seeing his disheveled state. She placed her right hand to her chest, using her left hand to gently rub her stomach.He shook his head at her, a sign that this was not for their son’s ears. He was sure that she got the message clearly. Johan flicked his gaze briefly to his son before facing her again, “Park everyt

Johan tried to pry his door open but it was stuck. His wife’s side was already crushed in by the truck so that was not an option. The only door that had a chance of opening was the door by his son’s side. He looked between his wife and son and thought of who to carry out first.Carrying his wife out first, was going to take a lot’ of time before he could return to his son but carrying Mikael out first would give him the chance to focus on her when he came back.The area they were in were residential areas where people lived in tall buildings that they call apartment, so no body was going to hear them and the road was empty except for his car. The car that was following them was no longer behind them.Johan climbed into the back seat opening the door. He sighed when the door opened. Johan unstrapped Mikael from his car seat and slightly shook him to see if he was going to wake up. Beside Mikael at the back seat were the broken vials, the truck had crushed the vials during the accident

Johan peered into the hidden cabinet but saw nothing except for containers of pills and drugs. The woman was using drugs, it probably was what she was trying to reach for but why was she panicking to reach for it, he thought.Turning around to study the room, he noticed that this was a woman’s bedroom. The position of the bed, the wardrobe, the shelves and even the wall paper on the wall that was burnt signified that the room belonged to the woman. He moved closer to the bed touching the drawers and only getting mild memories of the same woman, so obviously, this was her room.“There’s nothing here”, he concluded rising to his feet and walking out of the room into the hallway. Next was the kitchen. This was the sole place where fires usually originates from.He moved straight for the gas cooker and touched it’s switch. A lot’ of visions flooded his memory causing his head to start pounding. Seems like they used this kitchen a lot’, he thought.He placed his hand on the switch again and

Johan entered the café thirty minutes after leaving the house, the only reason was that he had driven the Porsche instead of the other car. He looked around the café and saw Lucas already seated in his favorite position with a cup of coffee in his hands. The man drank coffee like he couldn’t function without it. Johan shook his head as Lucas waved him over when he saw him standing by the door. Johan noticed that the café was unusually crowded that morning so he would have to be careful so as not to touch anything. He slipped his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and walked towards Lucas. That way, he was going to restrain himself from touching anything.He reached Lucas, “Hey Lu…”, he greeted taking the seat on the opposite side facing the man.Lucas eyed him suspiciously, his eyes moving from his face to the hands in his pockets. He lifted his eyebrows, “what?”, he asked.Johan shrugged looking around the shop. Lucas followed his gaze and then understood what was going o

Isabella Pierce parked her car at the empty spot and rushed out of the car immediately. This was the second house that was burnt down within the space of three weeks, it was no coincidence that this had happened again.She lifted the yellow tape and bent slightly so she could pass. The officer standing guard at the crime scene moved to stop her from entering but paused when she flashed her identity card. “ SID … “, she hissed, walking past him over to the crime site. She heard him asking what the SID was doing here. Well, this was the second fire case in three weeks, so the force thought it wise to call in the special intelligence division.“ Who is in charge here!”, She asked, her voice a bit loud so everyone could hear her. The man who obviously was in charge walked towards her.The moment Isabella saw him, she groaned. Detective Hayden was not an easy man to work with. The police force had it’s finest and he was one of them.“ who’s asking?”, detective Hayden asked, approaching her