POWER: A Tale of Greatness

CHAPTER 3

Like the other evenings, Bulls dream of the past and every single night, it's becoming more and more realistic. However everytime he opens his eyes, he is back on his bed, same time at the clock.

Similar to the prior nights, his question remained redundant.

"Why?"

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That morning, Bulls woke up before dawn and went into the kitchen to get some coffee, to wake his sleeping nerves up. Well maintained and properly fixed, the kitchen complete with an oven, stove, kitchen table top and cabinets above the clean sink, various utensils and a refrigerator for storage, added with the vibrancy of the atmosphere and warmth, preparing a meal in here will never be a waste of time, but an enjoyable experience to anyone.

The chilly atmosphere outside penetrates inside the houses in the town, sending shivers to those people who has no heaters or chimneys to warm up. In this old, creaky house, almost looking like an abandoned one, resided by a lone man, priorities for his living must come first over comfort. Although that is the case, it is obvious to anyone who enters this house if which part of it is being greatly taken care of – the kitchen.

"A man who cooks is a man who loves..."

"That quote, mama tend to tell me those words," Bulls took a cup and poured the coffee from the kettle. "... and her cooking... there's not a single day that I never missed them."

Bulls took the cup and wrapped his hands around it, looking at his reflection above the steamy surface, "You look tired, Bulls."

"... A man who loves? Mama, I can no longer be someone like that." He sat on the table and took a sip of it, the classic taste of the coffee that he planted, harvested, brewed and stirred on his cup, makes up his day. "What I love right now is my work, my passion. Though it is tiring, who am I to complain?"

"Maybe, I'm just not on the right path..."

He placed his mug above the countertop table.

"... am I?"

All of a sudden, the events of what happened yesterday rushed into his thought, overpowering his calm. His fight with Rocky and Thor's problem, all coming through his head.

"Is it the right decision?" He asked his thought, as if there is someone who is going to answer.

After a few moments, he finished his coffee and stood up, stretched his muscles and shakes his body off, "I am ready!"

Bulls stepped out of the balcony, the gleam of the morning sun touched his face warmly. Other that the warm rays of the sun, someone was waiting outside.

A man wearing a black pants and hoodie appeared in front of his lawn.

"You?"

The man removed his hood and revealed his face, "I have something to discuss with you, Armstrong," the bartender yesterday – Junnie.

"What do you mean?"

"The rumors about the beast that mingles around the town..." He looked on both sides before passing a rolled piece of paper. "... I've confirmed it."

Bulls rolled the paper open, reading it's silently.

"That's the forensics report." Junnie rubbed his sweaty and trembling hands, out of fear, maybe. "Same claw marks and bites were present on the victim's body."

Bulls scrolled the paper back and saw the photo of the victim, brutally slaughtered. "I'm telling you, no animal from the forest could do such thing! If you're thinking about that, quit it."