"What do you mean?"What was he saying? That the key to that immeasurable bulk of riches was right around his fingers? How could that be true? How would he even know? He wasn't the one who gave Hermes the ring."I know who gave you that ring. I know he told you that it is to protect you. But it is way more than that. More even than the gold you're looking for. This ring has a very tragic story right behind it's very existence."Hermes ruminated on his words. There were hard and confident, and they harbored a certain fear."I'm not looking for the gold", he said, his eyes reinforcing his speech. "I want to find my mother."Then, bending down before Bell and staring into his suspicious eyes, Hermes requested. "Do you know anything about her?"This might just end his endless search. If this man knew of his mother's whereabouts, gold or no gold, he would be the happiest man alive. He would lay low completely and forget about revenge. He would live in peace without a lover, but then with a
"And with this, I am glad to announce to this gracious gathering of elites, that DeHa, the foundation of the future, would soon to be a realization. In coalition with the best of men and the greatest of minds, we shall re-revolutionize the world and remodify its success."A wave of thunderous claps clouded the ears as Derek Bradbury completed his speech and exited the stage, rounding off the entire programme.And as he exchanged pleasantries with dignified notables, a voice recognized him from behind."Nice speech you dropped back there." It said, "I almost got convinced."Turning his head, Derek found a familiar figure walking in his direction. "Mark Dengerberd. It has been such a long time.""Yes yes, I have not seen much of you for a long time." Mark picked up a glass of wine from a passing tray. "But hear I did, Derek. I've heard so many things about you and my ears have grown tired.""Stories fly, Mark. True and false.""My sources are unrivalled, Derek. Information is why I rem
"Where... Where is Hermes?"Bell struggled to utter those words. He felt as weak as ever. Whatever he was poisoned with, he could feel that it was killing him. He could not deny it; Survival was now a long shot and his days had finally come to an end."He has gone in search of a cure for you. He will be back with it." Haisley consoled his hopes, a concerned look in her eyes as she stared down at the dying man, breathing hope into his face.But hope had faded into despair in Bell's heart."I don't think I can survive... I don't...""Shhhh." Haisley put a hand on his dying lips. "Don't say things like that. I believe in Hermes, he will walk in here with the antidote. And you will walk out from here hale and strong again."Her words were power and the way she said them, the way she stared into his eyes."Who... are you?"At this point, the question was inevitable. Who was this woman with him and why was she so calm and comforting?"I'm just a friend of Hermes who believes in him". She re
"That's all you need, young man. You can leave with it now, I pray that your friend is able to survive the deadly toxins of the purple lotus."Accepting the gem fruit from the old orchard man, Hermes beamed with a bow, expressing gratitude.Without wasting any more second, he turned back towards his car. He needed to get back to the hospital in time. He had promised to be back within an hour but forty minutes had gone already.Even though he was moving with a speed twice more than the legally allowed pace on the road, he was still not fast enough. But luckily for him, Caveolina hardly had any law in place anymore. So he could drive even faster on the journey back.On the way back, he thought about Bell and his unconcluded story. What could his mother have said to him on the day she called? Did it have anything to do with her location right now or the location of the much wanted treasure?Whatever that secret was, he knew he only had to reach the hospital again and cure the man. Then h
Hermes was indeed shocked to see that Razor was not dead. It came to him late, but now he could see it - Haisley had been tricking him all along."Of course she tricked the hell out of your smart ass! Why do you think I died so easily?"How could he not know? Hermes asked within himself."So you're alive". He muttered."You really thought she killed me? That's shameful. I was told you were hard to deceive." Letting out a loud laughter, Razor rushed at Hermes, his dagger ahead of him.Before Hermes could return the gesture to fight, he had to firstly push Diana away from the path of danger. And that took a toll on his stance as Razor took full advantage of it, throwing him onto a table after he was barely able to avoid the dagger strike. Their sudden fight and the immediate noise it created took the attention of the entire hospital by shock. The patients trembled at their corners as their illness doubled in magnitude. The nurses were scared too, with no understanding as to whatever wa
Standing above Razor's dead body, Hermes hoped he would not come back to life by any magic again. That he would just stay dead this time.But he needed not worry too much. Whatever miracle happened the first time, it was hardly possible now. This time, he made the stab by himself. And he made sure he felt the blade reach the deeper compartments of his heart, twisting and turning to ensure certain death. Also, he could perceive the smell of poison on the surface of the dagger. Surely, Razor was now gone forever, and nothing could bring him back.While he remained fixed over the dead body, a ring came from Razor's phone which was lying dead beside him.Picking it up, Hermes could recognize the voice he hated most in the world."Razor!" It said, "I hope you did a great job. If so, you can count yourself a free man now, and you have no reason to go back to prison. You'll also be rich, I'll make sure of it..."Derek would have continued to express his gladness at a job well done if Herme
The prison door opened, and in walked a man in fine clothes and dark glasses. Accompanied by none, he strolled towards the last end of the prison walkway. There was only one person in that cell at the farthest end."You finally come to visit". Andre coughed as the man stood before his cell, staring down at him while he sat as a monk would, anticipating the fellow's next actions.A guard came from nowhere and unlocked the door. Then this fellow entered, and assumes a similar posture with Andre as he finds a seat right in front of him."It has been a long time," the fellow began. "Everyone thinks you are dead".Andre sighs after staring for a while without nothing to say."After all these years, it baffles me how you found me here either.""I have reliable sources, with advanced technology"."Whatever", Andre said. "Did you bring anything with you?""Prisoners aren't allowed to drink."Andre nodded slowly at this statement, staring into the eyes of the person."Except you are not a priso
Jack stepped into the health facility. Everywhere was filled with the filthy smell of blood and death, not the right condition for a place which was supposed to be an hospital. "What happened here?" He wondered.But he would not get his answer just by wondering. Moving slowly with care, he approached a woman who stood by a side. "Excuse me, maam. I have a few questions.." But as he reached her side, she turned away from him."Leave me alone! I don't know anything!" Her voice was audibly shaking, as though she was seeing a monster in him, ready to tear her apart."But ma'am.."Before he can say another word, she had zoomed away from him, exiting the building along with some other patients who also seemed to be in a hurry to disappear from that place."Hmm..." Jack mumbled to himself. He knew something really bad had happened in here. That was obviously the reason for the people's odd behaviour. It was the only explanation. If only someone would talk to him.He knew this was the same