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?”
Putting my hands in my pocket, I sauntered in the rain. I looked at the sky, closing half of my eyes, seeing thunder striking amid the blackness and gloomy clouds, shedding more rain on my face. It helps me cry. As a man, when pounced by my opponent, have learned not to show the pain. And now, I followed my heart and break the rule. Letting all the hidden pain to flow out of my heart, I satisfied my eyes, and am glad rain washed it off my face. Cars fleet on the street as the rain keeps saturating my clothes, and the cold air darted itself to my face. I can embrace it, but I can’t embrace the pain in my heart. The pain of losing everything I worked so hard for. And now, glancing everywhere, I saw a homeless mother folding her daughter with her long clothes, before a closing door. And then, suddenly, the door was opened, and a man stormed out, pushing the woman away. “How many times have I warn you not to come here
Isobel POV The light flicked in through an orange curtain. Opening my eyes, I saw Arthur sitting beside me. His face had been wounded, and he looked away first and then turned his face back to me. “What happens to your eyes?” I asked. “We need to get rid of here,” he said, “now.” Puzzled. “To where? What happened to you?” “Are you living in Maryland?” he asked. I sighed and said, “Can’t remember the name, but I lived in a town near Greenland sea.” “Okay. Get up. Let’s go,” he said. “Why? What happened?” I asked.
Harry and his two friends sauntered to the riverside through the morning light. Reuben and Alister slept at Harry’s house last night as they get home at the dark hour from the fortune-teller chambers. The water crawl to the shore when Harry stood, watching his friends pushing their canoes into the water. Alister looked back. “Let’s catch some fish before we go home.” “I want to say that too, but I think it would tire you guys to listen. Would Harry join us?” Reuben asked. Harry shrugged his shoulder. “We forget to bring a net.” “One was here,” Reuben said, gesturing for them to see the net in his canoe. “I’m not feeling well today,” Harry said. &n
The white horse stopped at Greenland blue sea, then Arthur jumped down, carried Isobel on his shoulder. He hurried to the river, speeding on the beach, and then into the water till he reach where he sinks with Isobel. Helen and Vivian hurried there with a horse. Helen jumped down and screamed. “My brother.” Vivian jumped down and hold Helen not to take a step. “They will come back.” Helen hugged her, then wept. “I’m scared. Please let’s save my brother.” “Trust me, Jane, they will come out alive,” Vivian said Helen looked back, walked to the beach, and sit, then Vivian walked to her side, and sit, too. Watching the sea as they do in Greenland city.
Isobel POV It starts with the noise of guns and the snorts of horses. I raised my head, horses fell, John’s men had been shot. Blood floats out of their heads. John commanded his guards at the back to attack. Scorpion darted here and said, “Boss, we didn’t see who’s shooting.” John raised his eyebrows. His lips move, but no word dropped. Fear appeared in Scorpion’s face. “He would soon kill them. Let’s run for our life.” John jumped down, take out his gun, and pulled me out of the cart. And then raised his voice. “Stop shooting.” Everywhere was silent, and his guards looked back as he was pushing me to the front. Puzzled, they glanced around when they heard no-shoot from Jack again.
Isobel POV Horses snorted out as an enormous door was opened before us. I close my eyes as the sunny light glistened in my eyes from the sky. And before us, John’s guards’ line in the group of horses with different weapons shining in their hands. They all wore cowboy hats and boots. John whispered at my side. “Since you tell me the truth, I won’t kill you. I will let you go back to the sea in peace, but I will kill Arthur today.” I closed my eyes as the breeze darted dust into my eyes. I can’t clean it for John had tied my hands with a strong robe. And after a while, slowly, I opened my eyes but at first, my sight looks blurred and then clear. John looked away, grinned, and his thoughts float to me. “She would have blamed herself for telling me where Jack is. Why did she close her eyes? Did she see another vision?” &n
Isobel POV Having suffered from John’s wickedness since the time I woke, he had pounced me several times for a reason that I caused everything from the beginning. Here, I got nothing to do than to cry in pain, for I had a limit of defensive power on the ground, but he can’t dare to do face to me in the sea. I suffered for love, for it worth suffering for, but John’s punishment makes me feel like it doesn’t. And here, it seemed it was a mistake to meet Arthur and even a great mistake to fall in love with him. But in every pain, in every blood that comes of my pain; my body always makes me feel more love for Arthur, and then I can’t be convinced anymore that love is not worth suffering for. It’s worth dying for too, and it’s not a mistake that I meet Arthur. John had sworn in Melusine’s name that I won’t get the chanc
In Greenland Village, North America. Walking under the cool sky, Helen and Vivian glanced about the market, watching every face, searching for Arthur and Isobel, and John. They had left the city with new clothes, bags, guns, and phones. Here, everyone stared at them, for they look strange. And Helen wondered if she can remember someone here. Vivian rubbed her stomach. “I’m hungry.” Helen pointed to a woman selling meat pie. “Let’s go there.” She held Vivian’s hand, hurrying there. The air filled with smoke. And Helen pointed to the biggest meat pie. “We want two.” “It won’t satisfy you, pretty girl,” the merchant said, “why can’t you buy five?”<
Isobel POV John walked into the Melusine’s prison, his clothes had been saturated with blood. I woke Helen and Vivian, who had laid their heads on my lap and had slept in this hot, rotten prison where blood stained the floor. Last night, John’s men brought us food, but we had ignored it. Although Helen and Vivian were hungry, how can they eat the enemies’ food here? They had killed all the girls we met here and had sacrificed their blood to the Melusine, which had made Helen and Vivian felt uneasy, but they endured the fear, and stay quiet. Now, Helen and Vivian sit up beside me and we watched John watching us with a grin on his face. And beyond, a noise darted here, it was from the Melusine’s room. Maybe she was killing the innocent women; the virgin, the girls who their parents were expecting at home.
Swiftly, Helen get up to look and she pressed the knuckles on her mouth, and speaks under her hands, “This is a real mermaid. Oh, my god. Our phone’s on her hands.” Her words dropped like snow on flowers. Isobel’s tail wiggled amid the blue sea, far off and bright like diamonds under the sun. It moved smoothly upon the surface of the water and undisturbed beneath it. Isobel jumped off the water like a dolphin and then returned to the same spot happily, and this was her first time doing this in the day, for she always prefer the night when she knows no human can see her. Her tail wiggled in the air as she went deep into the water. Helen was stunned, and she remember the night she first saw Isobel when they were kids, and at that vivid night when Isobel wiggled her tail to her from the sea, letting Helen saw her. Here, before the enchanted sea, it takes Vivian to shake Helen’s head before Helen
In Greenland city, North America. Helen and Vivian sat on the beach, gazing at the sea in the dawn. Vivian had driven to the city for pizza, ice cream, cheese, yogurt, coffee, and fish. Something for inner strength to wait. She had returned safely from being seen by John’s men. Not long after they had eaten everything, they relaxed their mind and leaned their head on the car, expecting Isobel. Helen envisioned Isobel coming out of the sea with a tail, and as if it was real, she sifted beside Vivian saying, “would she come out with a tail?” Vivian looked at her with a pale face and red-eye. She doesn’t sleep throughout the night, watching over Helen and the sea, maybe Isobel might show up. The moon crawled out and the morning came, Helen woke up, but Isobel came not. And here, Vivian placed her head on Helen’s legs. “I don’t know. I w
The biscuits slipped from Mr. Eric’s hands as his hands shakes after the question dropped on his ears like sharp stones. Arthur stoops to pick them for him, saying, “be honest, and I won’t kill you. Why did John kill my father?” Mr. Eric coughed. A coughed of half-sobbing, and half-hoping Arthur won’t kill him, and then he said, “It rains when John, Dennis, Galvin, Cooper, Austin, and I were on the same boat that day. We were going to John’s house to fry fish as usual. And suddenly, like a flash of light, a mermaid of two tails pushed the boat to the riverside. We cried for help, but no one heard or even see us. She told us not to be afraid and introduced herself as Melusine. We all remained silent as she waited for us to introduce ourselves. But she continues and said she wants to help us be a billionaire if we would help her. John asked her how out of fear, and she said we would bui