Charles woke up in the middle of the night, sweating and huffing. It was another nightmare, but he was the one doing the killing. He had taken sleeping pills already, but they clearly didn’t have any effect. He was able to fall asleep when he wasn’t even trying during the daytime, but he wasn’t able to sleep properly at night when he was trying his best to sleep. All this was quite irritating if not unsettling. At this point, he felt like he shouldn’t call himself a murderer anymore because he had killed too many people for whatever reason. His conscience didn’t allow him to justify his actions, let alone see himself as innocent. “Once I get my revenge… I’ll just jump from a cliff.” He told himself. “Yeah, that’s the only thing that can stop the monster in me.” A second of silence, and he doubted himself. “Jumping from a cliff will kill me, right?” He walked out of the apartment. The streets were still pretty busy because it was Halloween night. He stopped by a nearby night cafe
Sophie was sipping the beer alone, as Charles had left a couple of minutes ago. She looked somewhat sad and also felt regretful. “It was the most meaningful conversation I had with someone in a long while. I should have at least taken his number. I should have persuaded him more. Even if he seemed eight or nine years older than me, I’m fine with it.” “Not only is he handsome and brave, but he’s also got a character.” She put her hands under chin and exhaled. “I want a husband like him. If I see him again, I will grab his hand and beg him to take me on a date. Haha.” She wanted to go out and look for Charles, but she also had a job to do. She had to look after the store, which the owner had left in her hands. Her ethics didn’t let her even close the shop temporarily. She saw the other shops in the neighborhood closing one after another, so she checked the clock. “It’s almost two o’clock. I guess I’ll wait a few more minutes and then close the shop.” She was told by the owner to keep
Charles pushed himself into entering the store, where a young woman was on the floor, with her back against the desk and her body pierced by half-a-dozen bullets. Her lifeless eyes were looking right at the entrance, where he stood. Her eyes were still open from the shock. There was no life in her eyes. Her heart had also stopped beating. There was no saving her. He remembered her talk with her, and it was her who made him wear the cape and mask and told him he looked good. Though he didn’t give her his number when she had asked him, he hoped she would find a partner who would take good care of her. Now, he felt like a fool. Clenching fists, he went up to her, squatted down and closed her eyes. “I’m sorry, Sophie. If only I took things more seriously…” If only he had acted when the Four Harassers had tried to kill him, this wouldn’t have happened. It was either his laziness or his lack of looking at the bigger picture that resulted in Sophie’s death. He bit his lower lip so hard,
The next morning. The news reported that the Four Harassers suffered lockup deaths, killing each other over an argument. As for the deaths that had taken place on the streets, the blame was put on the terrorists. However, there wasn’t a single mention of the man in a red mask and a cape, neither on the television nor in the newspapers. In a random church, an old pastor was giving his Sunday speech. “All people are flawed, but some are deeply flawed, and these people make relationships suffocating. For instance, take those whose understanding of love is very limited. They will stick to you if you take them shopping and buy them things, but when you stop giving them what they want, they won't ever let you come near them. Unfortunately, these kind of deeply-flawed people make the same mistake over and over again, some knowingly and some unknowingly. What should you do if you’re in a relationship with such a person? You can’t fight with a fool, so you either walk away, or you pray.” Cha
At Ducksbelly. A classy BMW stopped, and a tall Croatian actress gracefully stepped out and tossed the keys into the hands of a valet and swanned her way into the luxury restaurant. “It’s Sofia Bacic!” even the rich customers who frequented the restaurant were surprised. The workers also murmured. “Isn’t she the model who made millions from her sex tape years ago?” Sofia sat at a table and waited. “Who’s she waiting for?” many wondered. Charles was also looking at her with a rigid expression, but when Laurel entered the scene, he stood and smiled before sitting at the same time she did. “You didn’t order anything?” she asked, as the table was empty. “Ladies first,” he replied, slightly tilting his head. She chuckled. “Alright.” She then ordered over a dozen top-quality items for both of them. As they waited, the whispers of other customers made their heads turn toward the table where Sofia Bacic was. Now, a man in a rich deep blue suit was giving company to Sofia. Laurel noti
Charles returned to his room and rested on his bed. His heart was beating slowly and heavily. A shade of gloom covered his face. Just after the lunch had finished, Laurel gave him an envelope. He opened it. There were pictures of Sofia meeting other guys at various restaurants and clubs. That was a shocker for him, even though he knew what type of woman she was. “She’s been doing this for months,” Laurel said, almost in a pitying tone, “and you’re just one of the many. I’ve heard that her husband also ran away, though they tell the world a different story.” Laurel’s words deeply hurt his heart as well as his pride. He felt foolish for thinking he could already be Sofia’s priority given how she came after him. “I didn’t want to show you this right now,” Laurel continued, “but I wanted you to know how most of the rich women are. I’m different, though. I’m seeking for that one person I know I should adjust with and put some of my comforts aside if necessary, but I doubt Sofia comes
Sofia had always put Carlos through physical and mental abuse. Moreover, she had the audacity to say ‘Whatever you’re going through, I’m going through worse after marrying you.’ He used to be an alpha of sorts, but her lies and manipulation repeated often enough ended up dissolving his confidence as if it was never there to begin with. His heart had slowly eroded after marriage. It might never fully recover again, but right now, Carlos was on the mission to get it back on the right track. There was a saying ‘eye for an eye,’ and Carlos took it as ‘dick for dick.’ He offered Officer Bernard to cut his own dick for a million dollars. Instant payment. Bernard, however, didn’t seem too eager to do that. He threatened Carlos he would deal with him outside the hospital and left. Carlos took his sweet time to deal with the things in the hospital. He left a drop of his blood in Thomas’ mouth. After testing on rats, he found that his blood had healing properties. He could have given more bl
Bless the bitch with vengeance! Bless the bitch with vengeance! Bless the bitch with vengeance! An almost creepy voice kept whispering and cackling in Carlos’ head ever since he came home and tried to get some sleep. Again, sleeping at night was proving extremely difficult for him with every passing day. He could feel his blood burning the heart as it urged for vengeance. His body usually felt cold during nighttime, but tonight, it was hot. He could feel his blood strengthening his bones and muscles. He was probably going through a transformation. “Even though I haven’t drunk blood today, I can still feel the blood issuing forth out of my heart, giving energy to the rest of the body. Is it because I was stabbed in the heart? Does that make me stronger?” he could only wonder. Since he wasn’t getting sleep, he experimented on rats that night. He poured excess blood on a rat, and it went bat-shit crazy. “Damn… if I had given extra blood to Thomas, he would have become like this, too?