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 hereIsobel 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 moon glows in Isobel’s eyes. And a cool breeze of love swirled her hair back. The breeze of senorita, that told her the one she loves was near. Looking beyond, Arthur’s face bright like the stars under the moon in her eyes as he stood beside a man, and staring at the water; maybe he might see the unknown girl. His handsome and winsome face stunned Isobel, and she wished he could see her, and he could recollect his memories back. But it can’t be. For Isobel was in her healing time, in the blue sea. And she mustn’t step out of the water, or else she might perish. Alister looked at Arthur. “You might fall, sit down.” “I’m looking for the girl.” “Which girl?” Alister asked. &
At the riverside, Harry and Reuben enjoyed their half-truths and half-lies conversation. They can’t do without it. Whenever Harry get to know that a listener enjoyed his talks, he would hook it with lies, to keep the talks burning. And now, as they finished eating all the fish, Harry remember that Alister and the man they saved was still on the sea. Glancing at the sea, he saw no one. And then he looked at Reuben. “Where did they paddle to since?” Reuben widened his eyes, standing up as if to stave off any catastrophe. “You have distracted me with your talks. I forget to watch them.” “You let me speak too much. You shouldn’t have listened while I speak,” Harry said. Alister took a step forward, staring at the sea. “Where are they now?” “They had gone more than an hour,” Harry said  
Helen dressed up and walked to her cat. “Kite, we forget to take some documents in daddy’s house. And I need it badly. I would go alone or would you follow me?” Putting her pistol in her pocket, she carried Kite, walked downstairs, and open her car. After the kite crawl from the back to the front seats, Helen turn the key in the ignition, and the car coughed to life. “You want to stay here? Not bad.” Driving out of the Rockstar hotel, she headed down the quiet road. Every street in Maryland is always quiet. And Helen cherries the quietness. Anytime she needs a deeper answer to her new investigation project, she would leave the chaos of the city and would drive to Maryland and lodge to the quiet hotel. For meditation. The car moved smoothly, undisturbed, without stalling amid the serene
Helen opened the door ajar, hurried into the sitting room. Everything in the sitting room was as she left them. The broken plasmas, the rotten food on the dining table, the big jar on the floor. That reminded her of the day she put pepper in the eyes, mistakenly. The day she heard the voice of someone that sound like Jack Gordon. And the moment she walked out of the house with her cat in, furious. And the thought that John doesn't call her back to stay strike her heart, till it bleeds into pain. And for a minute, she wondered why John failed to clean the mess. Coming back to focus, she hurried to her room and found it opened. She remembers she locked it before she left and that no one have the key to open it. John had told her there's no spare key for her door, and she should be confident to hides anything there. &n
That night, three men stood amid the quiet, dark, and devilish room. John’s sitting room. Slowly, Melusine kindles the six candles on the table. Gazing into the dancing flames with her yellowish eyes, she spread her arms over the three men before her. “You are highly welcome here, my people.” Hushed. In black, the three men leaned forward in one, raising their heads. Mr. Galvin exchanged glances with Mr. Eric, beaming. And beside them, John placed the picture of Dennis, the father of Helen, down on the table. “Her daughter came to your house today but you don’t know,” Melusine said to John, opening the meeting with some shock. John wants to say something, but he mustn’t. All must keep quiet till Melusine permits them to talk. To answers her questions, and to express their thoughts and new ideas, for the growth of the Bloody gro
Helen sat checking the pictures in the Rockstar hotel room when John called her via phone call. The call scared her, and make her think twice. And she allowed her phone to ring over ten times. “Kite, what should I do? Should I pick Dad's call?” She rubbed her cat's hair as her tears darted from her eyes. She cleaned it when detective Desmond’s voice came back to her mind. The half-brotherly, and half-console voice, “your tears won’t solve the problem.” The phone rang again. Without thinking about what to do, she picked up the call. And wait for John to speak first. “Hello, Helen,” John said “Hello Dad,” she said. “Where have you been since all these days?” he asked “You sent me away, da