The Umbra World

Crashed Into

Before he knew it, Drake had arrived at the entrance to his home when he saw the refurbished house in front of him, he felt a sense of relief with a taste of bitterness as he had no idea how his mum and little sis held up during the five years.

My mum and sister must have suffered alot and just behind him was a boutique, he turned back and glanced through the shop front and saw a young girl idling behind the counter, looking bored and flipping through the pages of a magazine.

"I need to meet my mum and sister,but what's the rush?,I need to atleast put on some new threads and ensure that nobody knows he stayed at the mysterious island where they'll know shinigami lives.

The downworlder would definitely go after him to hunt him down and mundanes would think he is mad because to them it was a myth. Thus,he resolved into that he would lie that he was in prison.

A tiny bell chimed over the door when he turned and entered into the boutique, and the girl at the counter glanced up, smiled briefly, and looked back down at her magazine.

Drake ducked behind a rack of suit pants and business shirts and strode quickly to the rear of the store and the curtained hanging rooms. … his heart hammered in his chest. This was dangerous especially for a Downworlders to notice him, Given the years he stayed at island were clothes were absent, he had to 'wash and wear' the clothes which he was on... It has turned into manageable rags.

Drake took a moment to look at himself in the long mirror on the wall. His tattered clothe was wet, torn, and dirty, and a fair bit of demon blood from the island had dried into the fabric, staining the green cloth almost black. He stared at his face – mouth set in a grim line, eyes bloodshot – and dug his hands out of his pocket. His veins were exerting a pressure like a gush of wind,blue traceries of veins apparent just beneath the surface. His eyes looked huge and dark, the lashes like black ink strokes. His skin were beginning to erupt with runes that were tattoo like but special symbols… his skin had changed over the last few days, ever since he became a grade 1 umbra hunter. Umbra hunters were created when they drink a mundanes and an angels blood mixed in a mortal cup or reproduction between them and a system gets established were they create more umbra hunters. But in the case of Drake,he drank a Nephalem's and an angel's blood which made him something entirely different. He had no weakness of the umbra hunters but all of their strength.

Drake tapped his fingers together and produced a dull ring, as if he’d tapped a fork against glass. He wasn’t sure if he was imagining it, but the strength he had now seemed to have spread further down the back of his hand and towards his wrist, since he’d last noticed. It was almost over him already.

A lady's tear crying at the other side of the rack for whatever reasons was dripping, which momentarily distracted Drake,he could see through the tiny holes in the fabrics—each silvery drop of tears seemed to shimmer, tear-shaped and perfect, just before it fell. He had the vampire's sight which was strange thing for an umbra hunter, he thought. His attention kept getting caught by the most ordinary things—the glitter of water, the flowering cracks in a bit of pavement, the sheen of oil on a road and insects flying—as if he’d never seen them before.

Drake stripped down to his boxer shorts and pulled on a dark pair of jeans and a white shirt. The dry clothes almost felt like a hot shower, washing away the grime and the chill of the last five years

‘Everything OK in there?’ the girl from the counter asked.

Drake shrugged. He picked up his bag and stele and stepped out of the stall.

‘Sorry,’ he said to the girl. Jenny, her name badge read. ‘Sorry, Jenny. Could you help me pay for the clothes I'll be taking?" He asked mildly and pointlessly not sure of what he was expecting and even how the words got out, 'i got stranded and providence dictated I changed from my tattered clothes" he added to soften her to prolly agree.

Drake watched her face but he saw no glimmer of recognition in her eyes. She looked only a year or two younger than him, pretty, and Drake guessed she hadn’t been keeping up with local events that morning.

"Okay,fine...you need anything else?" Jenny asked smiling,she was having a bit of admiration. Drake didn't expect her to just agree to help him so easily,he was surprised,he didn't have to hypnotize her,he was thinking of it if she objected. Drake always have a plan B. Jenny practically ignored the fact he looked bushy with his uncut hair and beards on.

Drake proceeded forward and selected a pair of boots from the wall, simple lace-ups, and shoved his feet into them. And now he was convinced he was ready to meet his mum with the intent of keeping his stay at the island a secret.

He planned that he would make up a story probably that he was in prison.

Thinking back to what transpired five years ago, he was filled with anger.

He left the boutique now looking good compared to before though his bears were still unshaved. All to assume the face of someone who was in prison

***

After hesitating for a long time, Drake knocked on gently on the door.

"Who is it knocking?"

A hunched back old lady with a headful of grey hair popped her head out.

"Hello please, how can I help you?"

Drake got stunned the moment he saw the old lady, that was definitely not her mum. Who could she be? And why is she occupying the Wayland's mansion plus where is my mum? He asked himself in silent. "I haven't seen her before". Said Drake

"What ? " The old lady reprimanded.

"Oh sorry ma'am, I'm looking for Mrs Wayland... Is this not the Wayland's mansion? " Drake asked hesitantly not without trepidation.

" No!" The lady replied. It was sold to us by Mr Otumba, the godfather of Delta city last four years. I'm so sorry you got the wrong house. She added and shut the door.

Drake stood there for some seconds not moving nor shaking,his brain couldn't divulge nor relaying anything.

He finally came to reverie and knocked on the door again gently and same time pressing the bell button.

The old wrinkled lady opened the door for the second time and this around she wasn't nice. "Just say what you want beggar?? Naira Pennies? Shelter??

Or what?" She shouted at the young man. Though he wore nice clothes, his bears and hair were still bushy on him, his bathered leather shoes had been replaced with a nice one. but the old lady thought he couldn't be anybody more than a common beggar from the Earth-2 zone of Delta city."

Delta city was in two parts,the privileged wealthy influential and powerful people of Delta city stayed at Earth-1 while the poor wretched people stayed at Earth-2 . It has been like this for decades and is definitely primordial.

"No ma'am. I just need to know where Mrs Wayland lives now." Drake replied the old woman who was feeling disgusted already.

"Check Earth-2 and don't knock on my door again!" The old lady replied shutting the door.

Drake left the compound wondering where he's going to start searching for his mother and sister. And why couldn't every one be nice?

While leaving the compound, Drake was enveloped with some feelings he couldn't totally relate with.

Just when he was crossing the road a black Mercedes benz sped towards him and crashed into him sending him flying.

_Bam!.....Crash!..._