In Greenland city. Amid the dark street. A car speed up the highway in the rain. And the car stopped at Mr. Galvin’s house. Then a man in black walked out with an umbrella as the thunder strike. And the sky flashed a light in a second like a camera. A name was imprinted on his shirt. Above his pocket. And the name was Sergeant Michael Galvin.
Micheal, the son of Galvin, and a smart police officer. He walked in through the gate. And saw her father gazing at him from the window. It has been a long time since they have seen each other. Over twenty-five years. Michael’s phone rang, and he picked it. “Hello, dad,” Micheal said “Michael, are you the one outside?” Mr. Galvin said. “Yes, dad.” &lArthur POV Chris drove me to Mr. Eric’s house early in the morning. Mr. Eric’s car was gone. His door had been locked, too. I climbed the fence out back and hurried to Chris’s car. “He’s gone,” I said Chris turned the key in the ignition. “He fears you.” I noticed a car stopped behind us and turned instantly. I tapped Chris. “He’s Eric. Be quick.” Chris turned the car too and drove after the car. But we lost the car as it turned to the right and disappeared like a flash of light. “Shit.” Chris bang his leg “Easy,” I said, “it’s a trap. Tur
Helen and Vivian slept at the Buddhism house that night. The next morning, Vivian took Helen to Los Angeles to visit her family. And they met Vivian’s mother on the bed of sickness. Her mother cried happily for seeing her lost child and had said, “I have no reason to die since God had answers my prayers. Bring me food. Bring me the drug.” Los Angeles had been sweet for Vivian, but the two felt uneasy as they slept there for two days. The uneasy feeling was because John called Helen via phone on the first night. Vivian told her John might have known where they were through tracking. And she told her to ignore it, and that same night, Helen received a text from John. He warned her to come home if she didn’t want to put the life of Vivian’s family in danger. Back then, on the bed, on the second night. Helen received another message from him. She woke Vivia
In Maryland. Arthur opened the window, and a cool breeze dashed his hairs back. Trees waves beyond, throwing leaves on top of houses, bikes, and cars. Silence streets glistened under the sun. One could misunderstand it as a life of people living their lives. When one opens each house, one would understand that there’s no peace in Maryland. Looking beyond, Arthur saw an old man walking to his car with his dog. The old man and the dog reminded him of a day he met himself in a hut. A hut of an old man and his dog called foxy, who saves him after he gets drowned. He tried not to remember the night the old man begged him to flee with his foxy. Now, the breeze darted the words of the old man to him. “If you save foxy, I will be fine.” The deep meaning of the old man’s words was what he wants to know. For he had saved foxy, but the old man ends up dying. Could dying be fine? Perhaps, it might be, since fo
“Come over to my house. Let’s celebrate his death,” Mr. Eric said. “Now?” Chris asked “Yes. I got many gifts to give you,” Mr. Eric said. “Okay. I’m on the way,” Chris said, hung up. Arthur holds Chris’s shoulder. “It’s dangerous to go alone.” “He mustn’t know you haven’t died,” Chris said “I will follow you. But I will stay in the car,” Arthur said. “Must you follow me?” Chris asked. Arthur removed the white clothes from his body. “I must kill him today. H
Arthur slides into the room expecting to hear the noise of guns, but nothing sounds. Nothing clicked. Nothing moved either. No one is here except for Chris’s dead body gushing out blood. He raised his eyebrows, widened his mouth, and can’t close it back again. His eyes filled. Chris’s body looked misty. A tear dropped, and then another. His childhood friend died for his sake. Only five words are dropping like a sharp stone from his agony mouth. “No. Can’t believe this yet.” And then, the blood of Chris moved down and stopped before him. Arthur touched it. It feels tepid, like the warm water he used to treat him on the bed, back then. Now, he believes. Chris had gone. Holding his gun tighten without looking back, he shoots two men hiding behind the fridges. He rose and yelled as the pain of losing his friend stung him within. A whisper was heard from a room. Furiously, he stormed t
Isobel POV Maeve had locked me in one room lest I escaped. When I told her Arthur was in danger after seeing the vision. Here, I sat on the rug, alone, staring at the rice her servant served me before she locked the door. My hunger yelled for food, and Maeve’s words come back to me. “Please eat. I shall bring my love here. And thank you for telling me the vision.” I tell the vision to help myself, not to help her. “I shall bring my love here.” The words I can never forgive. It always pushed me into the river of jealousy. Now, looking at the door, a new vision took my attention. A driver driving Maeve and Arthur to the forest. I sifted, and the vision sifted away, too. And here, not wanting to imagine how Maeve would treat Arthur like her husband, I pulled the plate of rice near me and eat to my sat
Isobel POV That night in Maeve’s house, her servants switched on a new electric generator. Which she told me she bought in Greenland city. Here in her room, the bulb flicked, and then off. Two seconds later, it seemed, the light flicked once more. I felt uneasy as I stood under the darkness now. The bulbs flicked again, and I exchanged glances with Maeve. We looked away. And then, the bulb brightens. But now, it stays. Maeve looked into my eyes, frowning. “Leave my room.” I was startled, not knowing what to do. Looking back into her eyes, I felt uneasy. And it grew stronger. The uneasy might be because of her frowning face. Maybe it might be because of her words. Or it might be because of the light flickering again. But after some seconds, the light stays. And her frowning face and harsh words resume
An airplane landed, and slowly, its door was opened. Amid the people walking down, Helen and Vivian hides behind men when they noticed John’s guards glancing about. They were not sure if the men were John’s men, but Helen had read every face and had told Vivian that they might be the one. John’s men had been there since yesterday, acting like they were a driver. They had kidnapped many girls, and John had sacrificed them to the Melusine. But today, Melusine had told John that Helen and Vivian came back with the flight. And John had warned his men not to lose focus. They mustn’t carry anyone today, and they must bring Helen and Vivian without being suspected or arrested. Vivian snapped words out into Helen’s ear. “They’re John’s men. I recognized some face, they pretend to be a driver.” Helen looked back to see them. The tattoo wa
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