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BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
°°° Drive °°° It was quiet, so Sean could hear the entire conversation. He was listening keenly until his phone rang; it was Jason. "Hey buddy," Sean picked it up. "Oh my God, Sean!" Jason was almost screaming. "What happened? I have been calling you for ages. You don’t return my calls, you don’t reply to my voicemails, not even on social media... "What the hell happened, bro?" "Calm your horses, son," Sean laughed. He was shocked by Jason’s reaction and laughed as he remembered that this kind of emotion was the same one Jason once said he would never show, a few months back. "…" Jason froze, then he exhaled loudly. "I’m sorry," Jason said after a moment. "I was just worried, that's all." It’s been a week now. "Yeah," Sean sighed. "And I’m sorry I couldn’t return your calls." Something came up and... "It’s Boris, isn’t it?" Jason’s caring tone was suddenly tainted by anger. "What? "No, well, yes... but... ugh," Sean was confused. "Let me explain," Sean exhaled and gave him
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
°°° Flowers at Work °°° • Crest Care Hospital • The staffroom was the only place, other than a few doctors' offices, that didn’t smell like antiseptic mixed with a metallic tang from stainless steel in the open air or bleach wafting from bedding. It was also one place where the scent of get-well flowers and questionable food smells from room trays had yet to corrupt. Even the doctors sometimes came up with excuses to take a breather here. A gray double-door fridge stood to the left of the doorless entrance. The wall it was backing had a sink and cupboards stretching across the entire wall's length. Just before the glass walls with a sliding door that led to a balcony, a microwave oven built into the walls was on. The sudden beeping sound drew the attention of the three ladies and the only man in the room, who were taking their break. The short, blonde-haired nurse with forest green eyes quickly walked over to the microwave and took out its contents. She w
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
°°° Decision °°° The sunny and mild afternoon weather was the kind that was perfect for bike riding. Accompanied with the cool breeze that blew around every now and then, this was easily one of the best Wednesdays this month. Sean was skateboarding through the streets, heading for the Millennium Skates World. He’d carried his roller skates to school today, planning to give himself a post-exam reward. He walked in and paid what was necessary, and in a few minutes he was roller skating. He met a few guys from school, and though he didn’t consider them friends, they kept each other company. They played a couple games, with Sean winning forty percent of the times they played, leaving the remaining sixty percent to be shared between the four guys. Time flew by, and they left one after another until he was the only one left. He found a place to sit, watching a man teach three kids—two boys and a girl—to roller skate. From the semblance, he could tell they were hi
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
°°° Pessimist °°° • Louisville, Kentucky• -May William’s Residence- The television in the living room was turned on, but as usual, no one was watching whatever was on. May William, Karen’s aunt, only ever watched videos related to her band and their music style. Karen, on the other hand, was subscribed to every reality TV show she wanted on her phone, so each time May brought home a new television set, Karen would just look away. After all, it wasn’t her money, nor was it May’s. It was a yearly gift from her grandfather, Colonel William. The basement was stacked with appliances he’d sent over that they didn’t need. Another room was now being used to store incoming appliances, and May was happy to let the Colonel keep wasting his money in an attempt to buy her over. Karen ran down the stairs in a short black leather jacket with golden diamond-shaped studs at the shoulders, elbows, wrists, and waistline. She wore a black shirt with a silver skull design and a pair o
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
°°° Domain of Cheesy °°° • Philadelphia, Pennsylvania • -Walker Residence- Sean sat in his room upstairs, his ears plugged, while his PC loaded up a webpage. He had arrived home a few minutes past five, quickly toasted some bread, grabbed a jar of strawberry jam, and ran upstairs, popping open one of the three cans of Pepsi he’d bought on the way back. He had only skimmed through the card Karen had given him on their date in Louisville a couple times after returning to Philadelphia. He looked intently at it this time, muttering the name of the studio to himself. He quickly typed it into the search bar. "Fight to Fitness Studio Tournaments" The first thing to appear was a map of a region of Louisville, Kentucky, with a few locations highlighted, including the Fight to Fitness Studio. Sean ignored the map and clicked on the website of the studio. He skimmed through and saw what interested him—a highlighted phrase talking about tournaments t
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
°°° Job Seeker °°° The rays of the afternoon sun shone into Sean’s room through the windows. The blue-eyed lad sat at his desk, seriously going through the registration process for the Domain of Warriors tournament. Mr. Melvin had later called to inform him that the hosts of the competition had set up a venue in Pittsburgh, seeing as one of Sean’s reasons for hesitation was distance. After considering the pros and cons, as well as a half-hour video call with Jason and Karen to try to decide, Sean decided to go for it. After reading virtually everything the site offered, from the terms and conditions of the site to the rewards and means of advancing in the tournament, It was weird. a tournament with such benefits, but it was like something planned by amateurs. He felt there should have been stages: regional, state, and national. After three years of existence, he was shocked that they hadn’t matured. Sean suddenly froze as he noticed something else. "The registration
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
°°° Half Truth °°° "How was work, Mom?" Sean asked, sitting at dinner with his mother. "It was... well, it was work... but it was okay." "Oh and Mr. Anderson says high." "... thought he was discharged like yesterday or something?" Sean was quite confused. Mr. Anderson was the one who helped him get a membership slot at a dojo some years back. He was a good friend of his mother’s, and during the past six months, he’d been her patient. "Yeah, he was." "He just came around to visit," Kate smiled. "After spending six months in the hospital, he seems to be finding it a bit difficult to get back into society," she explained. "Oh, that makes sense," Sean nodded in thought. "Well… How was your day? "You stayed home all day?" "Nope," Sean’s voice had a tone of excitement as the discussion quickly went in his desired direction. "Well, I spent most of it at home, but I later went to Carlos’ place." "Carlos was home today?" Kate held her cutlery suspended just above the meal. She had heard
BLOODY HORIZON CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
°°° The Initiation °°° • Carl’s Automotive Repairs and Accessories • Sean alighted the cab he’d boarded and walked to the shop’s entrance. It was only seven twenty-five in the morning. The auto shop didn’t officially open until nine o’clock daily, but seeing as he needed a complete job briefing and needed to familiarize himself with the faculties and equipment, Carlos asked him to be at the shop an hour before the shop was to be opened for the workers to perform the routine cleanup and arrangements before the commencement of the day. "Wish me good luck, babe," Sean spoke into his phone, looking at the name of the company placed at the top of the building. Carl’s Automotive Repairs and Accessories suddenly had more weight than ever before. He cut the call after telling Karen he loved her, took a long, deep breath, and walked forward to the half-open building. "Hey yo, migo," Malone waved at him upon seeing him. "Good morning, Malone," Sean felt a bit relieved by the fact th
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