Master Of Death

Repeatu

Lucas woke up again, but something was wrong. He couldn't shake the feeling—a deep, unsettling sensation gnawed at him. His body felt heavy with confusion, and he hurried to the kitchen, gulping down a mug of water, hoping it would calm his nerves. "Today, I'm not doing anything," he muttered to himself. "I just need a peaceful sleep."

But when he returned to his bed, fear began to creep over him. What if he went back to that dream? What if the nightmare returned? He lay there, staring at the wall, too anxious to close his eyes. Minutes passed, and then something struck him. A realisation. He quickly turned to check his bed—the bed-sheet. He had distinctly remembered changing it to a new one the night before. But here it was, the old bed-sheet, as if it had never been replaced. His heart skipped a beat. What was going on?

He felt the strangeness of it all building up, but he tried to distract himself. He grabbed his phone, scrolling through messages, trying to make sense of reality. Suddenly, his phone rang. A name flashed on the screen—Lisa.

The sight of her name made his pulse quicken, and for a moment, the memories from before flooded back—those strange flashbacks that haunted him. But he pushed it aside and answered the call.

"Oh, Lisa. Why are you calling me?" Lucas said, sounding tired. "I told you to cancel everything today. We won the big case yesterday. I need a break."

There was a pause on the other end, then Lisa's voice came through, full of shock. "What big case, sir? Today is the day of that big case! We never won anything yesterday. What are you talking about, sir? Did you drink last night?"

Her words hit Lucas like a cold slap. He froze, unable to respond immediately, as the reality of her words started sinking in.

Lucas dropped the phone in sheer panic. His breath quickened as dread washed over him. He bolted across the room to the calendar, flipping through the pages, praying that somehow it would explain the unsettling events. His fingers trembled as they landed on today's date—May 16th.

A cold shiver ran down his spine. He clearly remembered marking off May 16th just last night, declaring that he wouldn't need to remember it again. With a deep breath, he tore the page. The date underneath: May 17th.

His heart raced as confusion overtook him. He crumbled the May 16th page, tossing it into the trash can, as if throwing it away could rid him of the creeping madness. But the unease lingered. Desperately, he grabbed his phone, hoping for clarity.

May 16th, 2024, 6:30 a.m. The phone screen confirmed the date, and Lucas was left paralysed in disbelief.

Shaken, he lifted the phone back to his ear, his voice trembling with unease, "Lisa... do you remember? We already won the case. Stop messing with me."

There was a brief silence, then Lisa's voice cut through with frustration and concern, "Sir, what case? What are you blabbering about? What happened to you? Come to the courtroom immediately and pick me up on the way! There's no time to joke."

Her words echoed in his ears. A sharp twist of fear tightened his chest. Everything felt wrong—nothing made sense. And for the first time in a long while, Lucas felt truly lost.

Lucas stood in disbelief, his mind swimming in a sea of confusion. What is happening? he thought, still trying to piece together the fragments of the morning's bizarre events. Shaking off the unease, he decided to focus on his routine, forcing normalcy into the day.

With robotic precision, he brushed his teeth, took a hot shower, washed his hair, and carefully combed it back into place. His breakfast was simple and mechanical—the same as every other day. But beneath the surface, the tension simmered.