John Percy Morgan was fully determined the moment he played Reset Game.Real or not, he will avenge his death. He will correct everything in his life and see what could have been that time if he had only known them sooner or later.He dragged himself toward the Fish Port. It didn't matter how freezing it was for him. He only wore his thick PJs and a shirt. His breath already created smoke.He stopped at the entrance catching his breath."I knew it was here. I remembered the photos..." he told himself.He remembered a large truck that crashed at bay filled with iced fish products. There were chains. A car and his aunt's bloody bag. They were all captured in several photos that policemen showed him before.If his calculation was right, his adoptive parents were immediately dead on the spot. There was a severe concussion against their skull and ribs that resulted in their sudden deaths. If he will be quick to prevent it from happening, he'd be lucky.15 minutes had passed. The clock stri
John Percy held a wall next to him as soon as George's unconscious body was carefully moved out of the vehicle. The paramedic team helped him to be put on a stretcher then they left without seeing John Percy around.He was still in shock. He can't believe he is seeing his best friend inside the car that killed his parents.Does that mean...John Percy shook his head. "No. It's impossible. It's not true," he kept on denying. "George is not that kind of person. He isn't like that..."But no matter what he said, his heart wasn't so convinced. He knew that there was something odd about this part of his past. It is his new memory. He has never witnessed such a horrendous accident in his entire life. He almost wished he did and wanted to avenge his adoptive parents' death. He badly wanted to know. But right now, he didn't know what to say.How could George ever try to harm his parents? George already knew his parents in the past. He was close to them ever since. How could John Percy think i
The spirit of the beer in-can started to evaporate as soon as John Percy opened it. He was 3 hours staying in the park. He sat on a steel bar swing and drank all by himself. It was the 6th can he consumed from that evening. He threw the empty can to the side and gulped on the new one.He can't help but become bitter after he saw Clarisse with his best friend. They were kissing. He wanted to cry but it will only make him a crybaby.He was starting to get tipsy. Somehow, his alcohol tolerance spiked a little higher than before. It must have been because of his frustrations.Then, another pop came in. It captured his attention and he looked up.The smiling Lilian Grey came in and gestured to him her beer in-can. "Need a drinking buddy?" she asked casually."What are you doing here?" he asked, a bit annoyed at the fact she saw him in this state. Pride drew blood from him.Lilian snorted and sat on one of the empty swings beside him.
Percy is ambiguous.He's having second thoughts about whether to do it or not. The Grim Reaper's words filled his mind and it got him all nervous.The clock strikes 6:30 when he looked at the wall clock. He stayed inside their empty classroom waiting for the time. Good thing he texted his parents about coming home late. And luckily it is his day off from his convenience store side job. He wasn't sure about doing this, he definitely told himself not to get involved with the Grim Reaper's human form inside this game. He knew it will only make delays in his plans. But this seemed inevitable.He tapped his fingers on the desk, then sighed nervously. "Are you fucking scared of that kid now, Percy?" He scoffed to himself. "Don't be. She's just a girl. You are older than her. Well... at least in terms of IQ and conscience in this game. But damn! Stop stammering, you idiot!"A buzz suddenly came. When John Percy looked into his pocket, he found his phone
Clarisse started to feel annoyed at how John and Hyalou became closer to each other.She threw her things on the ground when she got home. Catching her breath in anger."I will make sure she'll regret fighting against me. I will make you suffer, Hyalou!" she declared while balling her fists.Inside Lawrence High, she started obsessing about catching John Percy's attention. She would insist on helping him financially. She even tried to complete an assignment for him when he was absent one time. But she got disappointed when he already made one because Hyalou helped her with the pointers.She started to ignore George and kept on buzzing John day and night."What the fuck, Clarisse? Why are you ignoring me now? I thought we had plans for this day. You were the one who arranged it!" George threw tantrums at her when they were inside the car."It's your fault!" she shouted."And why is it my fault?""You were the one
What kind of pain could one person endure?Physical pain could be given a set of scales for one's endurance. People may tend to endure a simple scrape or a simple dislocation. But in severe cases, especially when the pain is located in the heart or brain, they tend to exceed the amount of tolerance a human body can endure and could result in death.But the kind of pain that no physical pain could ever surpass is the pain felt by the heart and soul.For years of neurology practice, the only pain that Dr. John Percy Morgan could not heal was the pain of the spirit. He could cure brain traumas and all that connect to the central nervous system. But this certain pain was inevitable. It was something he couldn't control. His knowledge of medicine wasn't enough for this kind of pain. It was unbearable.The pain that glistened in his patients' eyes could never be healed by someone like him. The pain of being abandoned in this world...He could hear the prolonged beeping sound of the monitor.
A few days had been tough for John Percy. After that conversation with his father-in-law, his self-esteem seemed to cripple in his throat as he was neglected in the department as well.The resident neurosurgeons and the nurses all walked past him without any greeting. Not even long glances. Well, Dr. Patt gave him a quick sympathetic gaze and then quickly strode past him.The department was never that busy. Neurosurgery in Wichita isn't something too common compared to Boston. But John Percy knew that OB Medical Group had already been claiming its golden seat in Kansas alone. 75% of the Kansans have full trust in OB Medical as the only privileged hospital to cater to almost all illnesses in the state. They were almost as competitive as Boston.But ever since the OB Medical Group became well-known, they started to neglect John Percy's department. Or maybe was it because of him?He shrugged off the thought as he got back to his desk inside the department office. Everyone was out there a
John Percy walked out of the house like a beggar.All his life he tried to be good to Clarisse's family. The only treasure that he had was her. And now that this situation was thrown at him like a bomb, he didn't know what to do next.He was just walking on the safe side of the road. He found himself walking on a bridge. Few cars strode relentlessly on the highway. His wavy brown hair was harshly heaved by the wind. He turned to his right and held on to the cold steel of the bridge while freely looking at the unrested waters below. It was the river bathed in colorful city lights as the busy Wichita buildings reflected on it.He came back home with a heavy heart. His face was still smothered with dust and tears.He hurried to Zianna's room, his daughter's. He just peeped at the doorway and saw that she was already fast asleep. He smiled in relief and decided to close it quietly.He started locking the doors and windows. He also covered the windows to avoid other people from seeing them