It was already nine o’clock in the morning when Well arrived in the school. As he stepped into the vicinity of the entrance gate, a gust of wind brushed the back of his neck. It felt as if the world whispered behind him, trying to entail something like a message. But he knew it was not a message. With his steady face and uninterrupted eyes, Well made it past the guard’s outpost. When he stood before the tallest building of the school, the Administration building, he suddenly paused for a while and looked at it with greatest contemplation. A part of him believed it was not yet the time for him to enter the class. He needed to heal. Losing Detective Deib Anchorman was tragically painful, and no amount of antidotes would be able to make him move on from that pain in just a day or two. But then again, another part of him told him that maybe Allen Mar was there. Maybe he can help him hide the pain. Or at the very least, forget about it. But to Well, seeing Allen Mar inside one of the c
When his cell phone beeped, Well quickly panicked and slid his lock screen open. He would then go straight into his inbox to check on the message that had been sent to him by an unknown number. By the looks of it alone, Well could already tell that it was the message he had been waiting for from the medical assistant who assisted and accompanied Allen Mar on his way to the hospital. As he opened the inbox, he read the very first message that appeared on top of the list. He stared at it like it was his greatest enemy. And then three seconds after, he stood up from his seat, wore his backpack behind him, and then dashed out and away of the hallway. He did not care if there were students swarming toward him. He just ran through them. He did not care if just like bees, they buzzed with different topics that were surely related to them. He just pretended he was deaf. He did not care if their eyes were all drawn to the mere existence of him. He just pretended that he was blind. No amount o
“Are you trying to say that his act of tying you to that particular tree is only for a show? That both of you had an agreement about what should happen so that Detective Deib Anchorman can easily infiltrate the City Reserves and bring me to where Allen Mar is?” Well suspected. Meanwhile, Binsent Anchorman was amazed about how fast Well was able to form the entire puzzle. It should have been a difficult one to puzzle up. “Exactly, yes. I am also the reason why my twin brother was able to identify all the secret doors– including the tunnel where you passed through.” The taxicab driver started the engine again. “I bet we can still talk while driving? Because if I got it right, you are in a hurry, aren’t you?” the taxicab driver snorted. “Yeah, right. Please go on. And please make it faster to compensate to the delay that we had because of me,” Well answered in quite a bit shy manner. He rolled down the window on his side and then had himself a sniff of the fresh air of the mysterious a
As time passed by, after about fifteen minutes of being stuck inside of the car on the surface of the water, Binsent Anchorman decided it was now time for the both of them to get out of the car and perhaps swim their way back to the shore. But the problem they were going to take was that the shore was still two hundred meters away. Although swimming is not a problem for Well– because he grew up in a seaside town and he used to swim every afternoon with his best friend, Jh– he had never tried swimming as far as two-hundred distances. “I think the stalker has surrendered. We can now go out of the car safely and get back to the shore. We can still make it to the hospital and you can still see your friend, I believe.” The taxicab driver said as he flashed a look towards the window on his side to see if which way was a better route for exit. After a short assessment, he returned his gaze to Well. “Do you even know how to swim?” he asked, eyebrows are going against each other. “In case yo
Because of too much heat caused by the blazing ball of fire set high above the vastness of the sky, Binsent Anchorman and Well’s clothes dried up in not less than ten minutes. “So, shall we now go?” Well asked as soon as he wiped away the remaining droplets of seawater from his forehead. There were still particles of sand stuck on the back portion of his partly soaked pants, but he did not mind having them so he just proceeded on standing up and pretended that there were not there in the first place. “I believe now is the right time to do so,” Binsent Anchorman replied as he went up on his feet and brushed off the clouds of dust from the back of his jeans. “I hope it would not be so bad if you arrive at the hospital late.” He moved forward, leaving Well a few steps behind. The laces of his shoes were untangled, but he did not have the luxury of time to tie them up. Instead, he just went on walking as if nothing had happened. “I bet so. But the only problem we have to face right no
“Taxi!” Binsent Anchorman yelled as soon as a taxicab managed to run in their direction. He quickly waved his hand in the air, making big movements that were exaggerated enough for the driver to notice them. In three minutes, the car stopped in front of them and asked them if they wanted a ride. “Please send us off to the nearest hospital. Thank you,” Binsent Anchorman said to the driver who eventually agreed to fetch them to the place they want to go. In the taxi, nothing much had happened other than a small conversation involving Well, Binset Anchorman, and some interesting and trivial things about the late Detective Deib Anchorman, his twin brother. It was surely a wholesome moment. It was surely a wholesome conversation. But if not for the fact that Well was the one that initiated the conversation, none of those would have ever existed. “I only met Detective Deib Anchorman for like a couple of days,” Well started two minutes just when the engine started. “And just like you, he st
In the taxi, nothing much had happened other than a small conversation involving Well, Binset Anchorman, and some interesting and trivial things about the late Detective Deib Anchorman, his twin brother. It was surely a wholesome moment. It was surely a wholesome conversation. But if not for the fact that Well was the one that initiated the conversation, none of those would have ever existed. “I only met Detective Deib Anchorman for like a couple of days,” Well started two minutes just when the engine started. “And just like you, he started as a taxicab driver, too. I met him when I asked for a taxi who can send me to the nearest ATM station because I just lost my phone and I needed to buy something. He was the one who accompanied me to the Octagon Shop where I was able to find myself a new phone. He was a good man, indeed. I don’t think if I have said this earlier, but this is something that I was not able to tell him. I was too selfish to even inform him how good of a man he was,” W
“Oh, here we go again.” Well sighed as he slapped his forehead really, really hard it sounded like a fist against a wooden wall. He closed the door before him, but he did it gradually because his eyes were still scrutinizing the entire place as if something familiar had come up. Because, if Well had to remember it right, this has happened before. Not long ago. As a matter of fact, the same scenario had happened two days ago. No. One and a half. This was exactly what happened when he brought Allen Mar to Don Betito Private Hospital. One moment he was there. And then one moment he vanished into the thin air and only God knew where he went. Now, Well pretty sure did not know where Allen Mar had gone into again. He had no idea. He had no idea even about the hospital that it was indeed a hospital. “Now, where do we find him? He is not here.” Binsent Anchorman rolled his eyes, a tightening feeling had embraced his chest. “Let us try searching and checking every single damn room in this ske