As soon as the class had started, Well and Allen Mar knew that this was going to be another episode of keeping up with the lunatics. They were sitting together at the back when all of a sudden, in a spur of a moment, just as when the teacher turned around to write something on the white board, the two felt something strange. Though, not really the two of them. It was just Well. He was feeling a little endangered. He was not sure if Allen Mar felt the same or not, but as for him, this had happened to him during the first period and now it was happening again to him. All of his classmates turned at him. They all looked angry. Their eyes were flaming in anger and dismay, and it was not just the kind of look that would definitely shake Well to the core, but it was also the kind of look that would give him the craziest trauma he could possibly have. He consulted Allen Mar about it, all the long while the teacher had still yet turn around and face the entire class she was handling. “Hey,”
Allen Mar moved his head to the direction of Well, which was on his left side. “Obviously, they hate you,” he said plainly. The tone of his voice was dead, and he spoke it in such a robotic way. “They are hating everything of you, everything about you, and everything that you are doing and you will do. They want you gone. Disappear. Or whatever. I don’’t know anything else apart from the mere fact that you should stay away from any of them because even God does not know what are those lunatics capable to do.” Well finished his statement with a heavy sigh. “Just. . . Just smile at them and don’t make it obvious that you are fearing them. Showing that you are intimidated will only progress their motive of doing something– if, by any chance, they are planning so.” Well leaned on the backrest of his chair and pretended that he was paying attention to the writings scribbled on the white board in the front. “But why are they hating me? Why are they going to do something to me, when as far
It was lunchtime when Well and Allen Mar decided to go for a visit downtown because there is where a famous restaurant serving affordable yet delicious foods stood. According to Allen Mar, it seemed like a hideout– hidden away from the public. It was there even before the reform of New Bill had occurred, but still, only a few people were able to hear and visit the place. “I think I should warn you in advance,” Allen Mar said as soon as they set themselves free from the classroom, their bags dangling on their arms and they seemed to not have any plans of wearing them behind their backs. “It is not the kind of a restaurant you would expect. The ambiance is different, the concept of the place is different, the foods they serve are different, and even the people that serve are different.” Allen Mar kicked a bottled water out of the way. “I actually love exploring different foods from different cuisine. I get that. I am not really a picky eater, and thankfully, I do not have any allergi
They successfully arrived at the tavern-like restaurant Allen Mar had been talking about all throughout the course of their stroll on their way out of the West Berg University and off the busy streets of New Bill. Finally, after minutes (or probably half an hour) of venturing past all sorts of people– both the sane and the insane– they indeed finished the journey and ended up on the right track. Well was sweating excessively and it was due to the scorching heat of the noon time sun. On the other hand, it was nothing but just a normal day for Allen Mar because he had already adjusted to the baby weather that always lingered over both the towering skyscrapers and the old-fashioned infrastructures of the city. Just like what Allen Mar had told Well about it, the place was indeed a secret. It had been surrounded by dilapidated houses, dank, empty, and dusty food stalls, and even just the street itself already felt so claustrophobic. Nothing felt more wrong than this place, but because We
They entered at the dank tavern and to their surprise, a man suited in formal attire exited the place. Allen Mar instantly draw his attention to the old man in black and red suit because it was the very first time he had seen a well-groomed and extravagant-looking person going into the place. Usually, or at least according to what he had witnessed and experienced, only the poor and those who were living under the fine line of poverty could go into the place. The simple logic was because, if you are a person who were enjoying the luxury of life, why would you even bother to visit a place that was completely cheap, claustrophobic, unethical, and utterly out of your league? However, upon witnessing such rare situation, Allen Mar instantly new he had to check why was the man there to begin with and what was his motive of bothering to go into the said place. Because sure enough, he knew it was not about the food or the cuisine itself. It was absolutely about something else. Something that
“Tau Gamma Penumbra Secret Society?” Well asked Allen Mar, although yet again it was nothing but just another rhetorical question he had asked to him that needed no answers. True enough, just the name itself already brought shivers to the back of Well’s neck, and they crawled all the way from their up to his spinal column. He did not expect to cross paths with that word. However, he knew since the moment Daniel talked about it to him back when they were still on the bar that he was going to encounter it sooner or later. Secret Societies. That’s exactly how Daniel had said it to him. “West Berg College is not your typical college. Even though it is indeed a top tier in terms of best performing schools, there is no denying that secret societies are forming without the knowledge of the Board of Committee and of the college school itself. It has been existing ever since, but up until now, it is still working and no one has still found out about it,” these were the exact words of Daniel. O
Well turned to Allen Mar are pursued his plan of confirming Daniel’s statement if whether it was really true or not. Allen Mar, on the other hand, felt like he need to look around first before answering it. Although it was not dangerous (because in fact this restaurant slash tavern slash hideout slash assembly place of the secret society’s members is the safest place a left wing activist could ever hide from), Allen Mar still thought that it was better to be cautious than talk without warning. Allen Mar nodded his head and heaved up a heavy sigh. He looked at Well with a gleaming pair of eyes as he proceeded saying, “I must say, that all of that is true. Whoever said that to you, wherever you got that information, it was legit. Every single sentence of it was legit. But there was sort of a missing piece about that information, though.” Allen Mar moved closer to Well maybe because the next thing that he was going to say was a little more controversial. “To add something further, anyone
War. That seemed like a bold statement. Well had never faced anything like war before, though what Allen Mar meant of it was nothing too serious and nothing too close to what an actual war really was. But to Well, it was already a time where he knew he was going to be stuck in a rut again. He never wanted this. He never asked for this in the first place. That was why when Allen Mar asked him if he was even ready, he did not know what to answer. Or how to answer. Or why would he even answer it in the first place. "This is a mess we have to clean. An act of vengeance sprouted due too personal vendetta's," Allen Mar said as he tried his best not to shock Well with his words. But he did not do any good. Well, at this moment, had already knew that it was now too late to back off. He can never run free with this again. Unlike last time. That was already the last. "Secret society. I did not know I will be dragged into this mess even though I am not even a member. I do not have any membe