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
Helen stood still, shivered as John’s face red like reef beef. She wishes to say something, but John’s words slipped like a heavy load on her thoughts, slaughtering them, lest it flows to her lips. She watched the wounds on her left hand, dyeing the white clothes she wears, with blood. And tears remained in her eyes in silence, but it seemed she can’t hold it anymore. Relinquishing the tears to her cheeks now is unusual. As bold as she was in the presence of notorious criminals, she was as weak as a small child before John, who she thought was her actual father. John had erased her memories, hypnotized her heart with the help of Melusine. But little did she know that the one she was crying for was the one she should hate. Her tears fell helplessly to her pink lips, as the lilt of John’s voice echoed in her mind, “either you quit the job or leave my house . . . Right now . . . “
The sun popped its head out of the sky and glow luminously on the busy street. Helen sped up down the road and swiveled to the right, overtaking cars, and violating traffic rules. She planned to lodge in the Rockstar hotel, in the placid city of Maryland. Glancing at the rearview mirror to make sure that nobody was pursuing her. And every time, different cars with different colors were there. “... I want war.” Energy flow to her hands and feet as anger bubbled in her heart, and she slammed on the gas again. Jerking her Jeep to a quiet street. Speeding up into the open air of Maryland. What the hell, Jack called himself? Can he stand my war? Those thoughts buzzed in her mind, nourishing her anger more than before. And once again, she looked in the rearview mirror and saw a black car speeding up towards hers. She slowed her Jeep down, checked the mirror again, and the car