Arthur walked through the night, through the luminous and peaceful city. Everywhere looked strange. He stumbled against a parked bus and was famished. The city wasn't a village where he would climb an apple tree and eat till his stomach get full, where he would sleep and woke as a child beside his mother's sides, but now in the strange big city, He climbed the back of the parked bus and slept alone.
Gunshots were heard. Three armed robbers darted into the bus, the tires screeched, and launched down to the quiet street. Police cars polluted the air with sirens while chasing after the bus. Arthur felt something moving him but he thought he was in his father's boat, not knowing he was dreaming. Two armed robbers started shooting the police car at the back till the bullets reached the police car's tire, suddenly, it somersaulted and then burned.
The first armed robber removed the mask from his face. "Wow!"
"We did it," the second armed robber said. "Yay."
Another police car darted after them. Policemen's shooting the bus until it stalled.
The first armed robber startled and shouted, "What's happening?"
The third armed robber was starting the engine into life again but it doesn't. He turned the key again and again. "I don't know."
"C'mon men, they're about to catch us."
The second armed robber kept firing the police car. It somersaulted and get burned. "Wow!"
"You nailed it, men." The two gave themselves a high five.
Arthur cried aloud.
"Someone is here." They jumped out of the bus to check. Arthur was busy bleeding.
"Oh men."
"How does he get here?"
"We need to treat him first."
"First aid?" The second armed robber brought out a knife from his shoe to remove the bullets on Arthur's chest and arms. He felt pangs of pain and then fainted.
The engine starts again and the driver rushed them home.
Gavin, the boss. Walked to the treating room. He saw Arthur on the bed, with closed eyes but he's breathing. "Can he survive?"
Stuart, the first armed robber sighed. "Maybe."
"If he survives he would work for my friend," Gavin said, "Do your best"
"I will boss"
Arthur starts breathing hard. And he met himself in heaven land, he saw his parents in white clothes. "Wait for me"
"Dad's Jane... My Jane... Your Jane," Janet lamented
"Go back son. Hurry to save her," Dennis said. And they disappeared.
Arthur screamed out of his dream, "No". He woke up, hoping to find himself on a bus but was astonished when he met himself on a soft bed. Soft pillow.
"Relax boy", Stuart said.
"Where am I?" He looked around and saw Whitehall, a white clock, white curtains, and a white door. Everything in the room was white except the red handkerchief, soaked with his blood. And red clothes wrapped around his chest. "I'm hungry"
"Give me ten minutes," Stuart said, he hurried out and closed the door behind him.
Not long after Stuart hurried in with food, water, and Galvin.
"Thank you," said Galvin to Stuart
"It's my pleasure boss"
Galvin sits beside Arthur. "What's your name?"
"William Arthur"
"Why did you slept on the bus?"
Arthur drank water. "I came to the city to save Jane "
"Jane? Who is she to you?"
"My sister"
"So you slept -"
"My parents were murdered and my sister was kidnapped. I came to the city to save her"
Galvin sighed. "Do you know the kidnappers?"
Arthur noded. "They are my father's friends"
"You want to kill them?"
"Why are you asking?"
"I can help you. If you would help me too"
Arthur was startled. "What do you mean?"
"You would work for my friend in killing some men"
"I can't do that now. I'm still a small child"
"I know. We are going to train you till then."
Fear passes through his body. He was afraid because he doesn't know them. And he found out they save him for a purpose to work for their friend in killing some men. The ideas were big for him.
Galvin sighed "I would give you this night to think. And you would tell me if you are interested in this game or not." He stood up and face Stuart. "Don't forget to change the plate number of the bus. Wanna sleep"
"Okay sir"
"Good." Galvin then walked out and closed the door behind him.
"You okay?" Stuart asked Arthur
Arthur nodded while eating. "Can I ask a question?"
"Sure"
"What did that man mean?"
"He means, he would help you get your sister back if you would help his friend"
"I would kill a lot of people?"
"Sure," Stuart said, "blood would flow like a river"
"Can I do that?"
"After training. I wanna sleep. Take care"
"Thanks for saving my life Mr.?"
"Stuart," he said smiled, walked to the door, walked out, and then closed the door behind him.
Arthur closed his eyes after drinking water, with many questions in his mind. Night charmed his eyes, and he slept off.
"Dad's Jane... My Jane... Your Jane"
"Go back son. Hurry to save her"
"No"
Arthur screamed out of his dream once again.
Stuart darted in. "You alright?"
"It's a dream"
Stuart sighed, off the light, and closed the door.
In the morning, after Arthur has his breakfast, Galvin walked in and sat down near him.
"What is your answer?" Galvin said
Arthur looked at him. "I will help you"
"You made the right choice." Galvin smiled.
Time flies. After a month.
Arthur was doing press up. He was getting tired.
"Don't stop," Anthony said.
"I'm getting tired. I will die"
"Fearful man dies twice but the brave man dies once. Continue. You would rest after making 10 more press up."
Time flies. After 3 years.
Now's in the street. Arthur was jogging with Gilbert.
"Focus," Gilbert said.
"Okay sir" He breathes fastly.
They jugged down the railway, down to the street, out of the street, they jugged around the city, and then they turned back without resting.
Time flies. After 20 years.
Now in the room.
Galvin looked at Arthur's handsome face. "Repeat this mantra after me"
"Okay sir"
"We are one..."
"We are one"
"We entered the world to write out dreams. The thunderstorm can make us fear until we believe"
Time flies...
A cigarette was in Arthur's hand as he was reciting the mantra, "We entered the new world to write our dream. The thunderstorm can make us fear until we believe"
He set up the A.K. 47. Dropped the cigarettes and walked on it with his black shoe. He opened his car and launched down to the street to carry out his first mission. In the car the lilting voice of Eric, his new boss comes back to him.
"He is the governor of this state. He killed my friend before he gets to the sit. He would be in the meeting at the white house. Don't lose the target." And his car's tire screened.
At the White House, Greenland, North America, 2010.Upstairs, in a neat and steady hall. Clapping hands arose and abate as Fredrick Derek's voice float gently on the wings of microphones, which are set down on a decorated table."As the Governor of this state, I would make sure there is peace and harmony," he said as he raised his head and glanced at the onlooker's eyes blinking under colorful bulbs. Mr. Eric, the new boss of Arthur, adjust himself on the seat, removed his glasses, and then put it right into his chest pocket. "I will sign two Sherlock Holmes in today. For tight security. To bring those gangsters down. Over there..." He waved his hand to the two detectives sitting down.Detective Desmond, a handsome man, smiled under the glasses in his eyes. He was an Irish man. In the record, he had arrested 250 gangsters during his training time. He has a unique passion for investigating criminals cases. Back then in his childhood, his mother wants him to
Arthur's POV"You should shot him down," Mr. Eric said, "And I give you forty-five minutes"I carried a gun, a parachute bag, a mask, and my popcorn. "Bye boss," I said."Goodluck.""Thanks."I darted out into the open air. I was transfixed by the bold shining sunlight dancing in the sky. I covered my face to see clearly. Martins Houghton, my pilot and my partner in crime waited for me in a new helicopter."C'mon," Martins shouted.I hurried to the helicopter, darted in, and he starts the engine into life.I looked at Martins. "How long would it take to get there?""Fifteen minutes.""Alright."I'm flying. Flying over treetop. Flying over mountains. Flying over churches and mosques. Sea float beneath me. And my past unreels itself in my mind. I remembered how my parents were killed, when John shot me, and when I jumped into the sea, leaving Helen on the ship. I remembered I didn't know who saved
Arthur's POV I opened my eyes ajar, and I was surprised to find myself on an old bed. I sit up, and I glanced at the old room with an old smell, sheltering eaves and sloping floors, the dormer windows, and an old-shaped room. I saw an old man feeding a dog outside. He looked back, and widened his eyebrows, saying, "I'm glad that you come are alive." And he summoned me with his waiving hand. "Come greet Foxy." The sun glinted from the sky and hurts my eyes as I walked out. I covered my eyes, and I bend down beside the old man. "How do I get here?" "My foxy took me to you," he said, "how do you get drown?" I tapped my forehead rapidly and remembered everything. I remembered Martins pushing me down from the plane. I remembered the mermaid saving me from being shot. I was scared again. I panicked when I remember she kissed me, and I kissed her back. "Where's she?"&nbs
Arthur's POV "This is Arthur," Alita said before three girls with pretty faces and rich smiles. I waved to them. "Hey." "Hey," They chorused. "I'm Margaret," A girl with a smile that shows her dimple said. "I'm Anne." "I'm Jennifer." "Follow me," Alita said. And we walked past the girls under the dried tree. Dried leafs crumbled under my shoes. And I enjoyed its crumpling sounds. It makes me feel like matching more. Long ago, as a child, I remembered Helen throwing soiled stones at me, and I matched them with my barefoot. And it crumbled. I laughed when Jane matched it too but didn't. It softens instead. Her eyes filled with tears, ready to rain. Little did she know I matched the dried one but she matched the loamy one. And I felt superior. And here, the nostalgic feelings come back to me. And here, crumpling more dried leaves besi
Isobel POV I felt the pain of having human legs. And I wondered where my long tail was. The moon wore a white garment in the morning sky, and it kept following me as I walked on the beach. This is my first time walking on the earth and breathing the same air which Arthur breathes in. Fishermen were fishing. They didn't catch a fish through the night. And those petered fishermen's faces looked sad. The fish were under the sea, moaning that I go. The breeze swirled my long hair back. And I heard a fisherman shouted. "Wow! She is beautiful". He paddled his boat near me. "Hey, where are you going?" I looked at him. "To the city" "Come sit here. I will help you there without paying a dime" I saw all his thoughts floating in the air. He wants to boost his ego before other fishermen, by paddling a pretty woman. And to talk me into marrying him. But his face says something else. I
Isobel POV Now in the city, I strolled through the morning light. The sun glinted from windowpanes, hurting my eyes. And my step slowed. Different cars hauled on the exquisite street, horning in between glassy mansions. I stood near parked cars, glancing about. And at this moment, the human race appeared strange. In every face I saw, non resembled Arthur's. Humans were as countless as fishes in the sea. And here, I stood in lonesome, and like a visitor seeking for my lost half heart. Wondering where he would be. I walked to the waited crowd, surveying people's faces, and then cars stopped and we crossed the road. Girls make-up and dressed with a bag on each hand, to show off in this city. And they smelt of riches perfumes. Their clothes beautified them
The morning light blurred my vision as I woke up with my hands covering my eyes. Something for protection. But the light hurled into my eyes, making me feel the dried tears on my cheeks. Sitting up, I wondered when the last night charmed my eyes and erode me into sleep. Sleepiness without a dream. And this is unusual for me. No matter how serious the storm rotates the water, back then in the sea, I would sleep under the deep water and dream. And fantasies about my lover. About how bad I can't wait to hurry out of the sea and find him before he could fall in love with another girl. But now, I bite my lips in regret. This is strange of me to wake up with the light attacking my eyes. And even the worst of me waking without a dream. And here, I feel the payback and the alienation of leaving home. The payback of losing all my vigor and the abil
Groaning, the girl tried all her best to escape, but the man slapped and pushed her down, and then closed the gate.Now, she laid on the floor, sobbing with nakedness except for her pants and bra. And then blood saturated her white pants.Not long after, she sit up and bent her head on her knees, and I saw blood dripping from her pants.I wondered why that could happen to her. Did they hurts her buttock or her Virgina? Not sure of the answer within in, I walked to her. “Girl, what happened to you?”She raised her head, looked at me for a while, and bent her head once again. Sobbing. But this time, hear tears was falling down like snow.“Why do your pants drop blood?” I asked. And I paused, listening, I silence.“I’m on my period. They kidnapped me on my bed," she said at last, sobbing. “Please help me. I don’t want them to sell me.”Sell? I thought, did she know w