Arthur 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
Arthur wake under an oak tree in the forest and felt like he was dropped from the sky. He sits up and leaned his head against the oak, and everywhere looked blurred for a while. Last night, in the middle of the night, he fell when he was running. And his head hit against a tree. Groaning on the floor, he lost his strength to stand. He then accept the unacceptable, hoping the two enormous snakes would not meet him there. Now, glancing about, leaves danced in the air and dropped like papers. A little bird fell before him, chirping, but weakened, and her mother yelled that she fell. Cool air encompassed Arthur, filling him with strength. He removed his heavy shoes and sauntered like a drunken hunter, finding his way home. A man laid flat, gasping for breath. Arthur walked to him and saw that the man was one of John’s guards. He bent before the man and removed everything in the man’s pocket, gun, cigarettes, dolla