Isobel POV
Coughing out of the dream, I found myself back in the prison. Amara hurried to me. And I saw gladness in her face that I woke up. And then the voice spoke in my head, “Isobel, go to the water. Go to the sea.”
“I thought you have died,” Amara said, “I’m glad you are alive.” She hugged me, washing my neck with her tears.
I wrapped my arms around her, and I feel her heart pounding up and down. She looked into my eyes. “Isobel, we have to find a way out of here. He said he would come back and sacrifice your blood to a god. Isobel, is it true? Did he sacrifice girls to a god?”
“Yes,” I said, “to a mermaid of two tails and her children.”
She gasped. “Oh, my god. We have to leave, Isobel, we have to leave right now.” Sh
Isobel POV Had suffered throughout the midnight as they compelled me and as I compelled myself to move with hope, although my legs were heavier to carry. And heavier to drop. And had stridden on thorns, and on flowers, and my legs had kissed the warm and icy sand, but I don’t dare to stop. Luckily for me, they lost me as I sneak beneath a bush in the darkness. And I heard one said, “we can’t go back without her.” “Let’s wait here till dawn,” the other said. “I heard her pulse. She hides.” “Her foolishness can’t fool us.” At that moment, I don’t know when night charmed my eyes to relinquish to the hands of slee
On the bed that night, I laid down beside snoring Helen, staring at the ceiling. And the voice of my power speaks to my ears, “Isobel, go to the water. Go to the sea”. Fear danced within me as I realized I might die if I didn’t get into the sea on time. If I don’t obey the voice, and then I hate the way my power was under Melusine’s. I looked at Helen; she is nice and friendly, but doesn’t want me to go anywhere. She taught me everything, how to hold a spoon normally, and how to drink without pouring it down on my clothes. Had given her a lot of stress during the day, and now she is snoring. Staring at the serene ceiling, I thought of Arthur and his kiss. And his love swirled within me. I missed him and I know he would, too. My eyes filled as I remember the day I sat in the lier boat when his eyes held mine, but he didn’t
Arthur POV The moment stunned me as she kissed me, and as the sound of a gun broke the paradise. I looked back and saw John grinning from the car, dropped the gun, winged the glass up, and launched away. And the past unreels itself in my mind, reminding me how John shoots my parents and me as I jumped into the sea. Here, I lifted her head from my chest and wiped the water off her face. Garden of Eden shines on it. She closed her eyes, and tears crawled out of her eyes as she breathe her last breath. I don’t know her, but I know the inexplicable emotion I felt was real. It was palpable, like the touching of the rain. “Drop that girl,” Detective Helen shouted, running towards me from afar. I looked down at her face. Is it possible? Is it possible to drop this girl?
I woke up as Vivian mentioned my nickname. She put on a black coat, slacks, shoes, with her black rifle in her hand. All she wore was black except for her grainy hair and red eyes. She had wept throughout the night. I guessed. “Jack, we should be quick,” Vivian said. “Chris Drake walked under the CCTV cameras we trapped in Maryland.” “When?” I asked. “Just now.” I glanced at the girl on the bed. She was still breathing. And I wished she should open her eyes and tell me who she was. “Let’s move,” she said. “Where he is?” “Jack, you don’t want to leave
In Greenland city, morning sun popped its head out, flickered on Gogyoshi hotel. The well-known and super hotel in the city, built by one politician from Las Vegas. And now, Tycoons rejoiced with an opened champagne bottle as they filled each room with harlots, dancing with the flow of pop music. And all manners of souls kept arriving, with bags of dollars. Chris Drake speed into the open-air, slammed on the brake, and hurried out into gardens of rich men and half-naked ladies, playing on chairs and in a pool. He smiled as he raised the gold, imagining how billionaire he would be for the next hour. He walked close to them and called for attention, “Hey, popinjays.” He raised the gold as they looked at him, “A medieval gold.” “Wow!!!” they exclaimed. “Wann
Isobel POV “Where am I?” I glanced around the quiet and white room. And the light shine from the ceiling hurt my eyes, and I turned my head away. A bullet on a table transfixed me and reminded me of everything. Pangs of pain find their place in my chest as I shut my eyes. And pictures of the past danced in my imagination. I looked at the door as someone open it. In anticipation. Who could that be? Arthur walked in, and the tiredness I perceived on his face turned to happiness as he saw me. I tried to smile too, but the pain the bullet left on my chest holds me back. He hurried to me, knee before the bed, touching my hair. “Thank you for coming back.” And now, I smiled. “Thank you for saving my life.” I coughed. &ldquo
Harry felt his impulse throbbing as the Fortune teller looked into his eyes for five minutes, but he hides his fear with a fake smile. And then, the fortune teller covered her white hair with a white wrapper and her eyes glow like snow. This is his first time here in this quiet place where the room looked like heaven. And the light flickering from in all corner. Again, the magical and quirky woman looked into his eyes. And he blamed himself for coming here with his friends. The woman directed her eyes to flames dancing on long white candles. And her lips moved, murmuring as if she was reciting incantations. And she dropped some incense onto three big plates and the air tango with its smell. A bird flew from a white pot and landed before Harry, gazing at his eyes. He looked away as fear danced in his heart. And then, in shocking silence, the bird flew to the woman, and she plays with its feathers. Now, her ever cool, ever-char
Arthur POV “You don’t eat?” she asked. “Have eaten in the kitchen,” I said, “what’s your name?” “Isobel,” she said, “you are Jack Gordon, right?” “That’s my nickname.” “What’s your real name?” she asked. “Arthur.” She smiled. “You are as handsome as your name. You know that?” “Stop teasing me. I’m ugly.” I feel like smiling, but I hide it. “Stop pretending,” she said, “Vivian, is your wife right?”