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 besiIsobel 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
ARTHUR’S POV “Wait for me, mom and dad.” “Your sister, Jane. Oh my poor Jane,” Janet lamented. “Go back son. Hurry and save her,” Dennis said, and they disappeared. Arthur shouted, “No!” I woke up as if someone dropped me on the bed. Darkness loomed around the room for some time and then someone swapped on the light. Vivian, my new partner in crime, sat beside me. I smelt her perfume but I can’t see her. Maybe because of the light that shines and strikes my eyes. Or maybe because I was not feeling fine. And, after some minutes, I see everything. Feeling pain in my chest, I forced myself to sit up and leaned my back on the wall. “Why did you save her?” V
Isobel POV Thunder strikes, and I heard someone somewhere, whispering. Hushed, I paused, listening, but the person speaks in unknown tongues. And in a moment, it seems the voice echoes out of silence and goes back into silence. Turning around in one spot, I feel a touch of icy hands suddenly. The unknown hand went off as I raised my hands to push it away. And the voice came again, but this time, the voice speaks in a language that I understand. It’s calling my name. The voice drained courage out of me, leaving only the pulsating of my heart. And then, I took a step backward to know where I was before the unseen hand touch me. Now and here, all I saw was darkness. The darkness was thick like a fog, which makes it hard for me to see anything, including me. I’m I blind? Where am I? Sudde
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