AUTHOR'S POV
Elite Stone Hospital,
07:38 pm
As Hunter stepped into the dimly lit ICU room, the sterile smell of antiseptic hit him like a wave. The soft beeping of machines filled the silence, a constant reminder of the fragile line between life and death.
His father lay there, pale and still, connected to a maze of tubes and wires. The sight twisted something deep inside him, but he stood frozen, his expression blank, betraying none of the turmoil swirling within.
He approached the bed, the weight of unspoken words heavy on his chest. Memories flooded his mind, lessons learned in the shadows of their world, the warmth of a father's embrace. But now, all that remained was this cold, lifeless shell.
He clenched his fists at his sides, willing himself to feel something, anything, but the numbness was suffocating.
His gaze drifted to his father's face, searching for signs of the man he once knew. There was no flicker of recognition, no sign of hope. Just the steady rhythm of the machines, a haunting lullaby that seemed to mock him. His condition is getting worse day by day; he is getting more dependent on the machines.
Hunter turned away, his heart heavy but his eyes betraying nothing -just an empty stare. He wants his father to speak, or at least look at him. He'd go to any limit to make it happen.
Just as he was lost in thought, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glancing at the caller ID. It was Dash.
"Yeah?" Hunter answered, his voice steady but distant.
" I need you to come with me. We've got some things to sort out," Dash said, urgency lacing his tone.
Hunter gazed back at his father, the weight of the hospital room still heavy on his shoulders. But he knew he couldn't stay here, trapped in this moment.
"Alright," he replied, his voice flat. "Send me the location, I'll be there."
Getting a short response Hunter ended the call before turning away. The blankness in his eyes remained, but there was a flicker of something else- determination. He needed to step back into the world, even if it felt like a mask he was putting on.
He drives by himself, deep in his thoughts, the entire drive to the location, only to realize he is in Dream Aura again.
He slipped on his shades, the dark lenses shielding his eyes from the world. He stepped out of the car, the night air cool against his skin. Dash was already waiting for him, a silent nod exchanged between them, understanding passing without words.
They walked towards the building, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the stillness. The entrance loomed ahead, a stark contrast to the hospital room he had just left behind. He felt the weight of the night pressing down on him, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.
Reaching the entrance, they approached the watchman's booth. "Open up," Dash said, his voice steady and commanding.
The watchman looked up, recognition flickering in his eyes before he complied, unlocking the door with a practiced ease.
As they entered the dimly lit lobby, Dash approached the watchman, his demeanor commanding. "Hand over the keys to apartment 18, B-Wing," he demanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
The watchman looked up, recognizing the authority in his voice. "J-just a moment." He rummaged through a small drawer and pulled out a set of keys, handing them over without a word.
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MAFIA'S WRONG TARGET
Fantasy[ Story Of Misunderstanding ] [ Gory Concept ] • Mafia's Target Series Hunter King returns, now stronger, more ruthless, and undeniably crueler than before. Though a part of him has undoubtedly died, it is the weakest part- his heart. Sybil, a ball...
