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
Incense. Smoke. Swirled. And a white bird flew from a white pot, landing on the fortuneteller’s shoulder, and her voice echoes like an angel voice amid the quiet clouds, “my children, you are welcome once again in my chambers. How’s your journey?” “Yo mama,” Harry said, “it’s bad. A big shark chased us here.” “Good mama,” Alister said, “I thought we won’t make it here until Jack throws an electric gold at it.” “Really?” she asked “Our favorite mama,” Reuben said, “since we knew we can’t lie to you and go free-“ “Yo mama,” Harry cuts in, “no one among us can dare to touch the gold in Jack&rsqu
Arthur wants to walk to Harry’s house through the long hill. And he had been walking around like a lost sheep from the middle of the day to the night. Wearily, he sat in the middle of the endless road, laid his back, and a cool breeze tangling his hair up, refreshing his strength. He forced himself up for his dried throat and dessert tongue had weakened him. And he had fallen many times in the hill, had rolled back to the ground, and the sky had gone blurred for minutes. But he would rise when the air refreshed his strength to climb the hill again. He remembers he climbed the hill with the three friends as they jumped out of their canoes at the riverside, and he remembers they walked down the long hill after climbing it. It was easy then, but hard now. Even harder when he got lost, and had lost his strength. And still can’t find his way back to Harry’s house. For he had said, “I will eat and
Isobel POV Maeve, the daughter of Melusine, pulled me to the riverside near Greenland city. And I felt the pain of transformations; of having human legs for the second time, and the blue cloud encompassed me, bonded, and pulled me into a bus. She entered the bus and sat beside me, grinning, and told the driver to start the engine, taking me to where I don’t want to go. The bus sped up through the dark and silent street, smoothly. And the flash of Arthur’s face appeared in my vision. I saw him groaning on the canoe, paddling, and then with my power of vision, I look around the sea, to know if no shark would attack him. And for a moment, am glad that he would get to the city safely on the undisturbed sea. Maeve grinned at me, and her mouth smell of rotten blood. I want to cover my nose, but her power had bounded
Chris, the old friend of Arthur, drove to Gogyoshi hotel in a new car. He slowed down into a parking space, and move out of the car. Girls marveled as he removed a glass of his eyes, and throw it to one side. That eyes glass worth millions, but he doesn’t care, and he walked into the hotel in black. “He has curly hair and a long jaw. I love him,” a girl said to her friend in one corner. “Let’s meet him,” another girl said, “he loves girl.” Vivian sped to the hotel, and five men darted out of the car and ran into the hotel to catch Chris. And Vivian waits for them in the car, communicating with them through earbuds. “Chris is smart. Don’t let him escape. Use wisdom guys. I got your back.” The five men watched C