Escapism

Chapter 1

01

First Encounter

Fear, a feeling when you face something that makes your heartbeat increase without your control. When you look at something that makes your blood adrenaline pump faster.

Fear doesn't have to happen to the weak either to the poor. Fear happens to anyone and everyone who faces things that they're afraid of.

Fear can be classified into categories. Uncontrollable fear; when you're afraid of losing something or slipping out of your hands.

Normal fear; when you're afraid of losing your life and you're sure that the person in-front of you is the one who is going to end it on his/her hands.

The same kind fear that was obvious -normal fear- to the man in front of me in his eyes.

"How is it possible that a man like you is afraid of such a thing," I said while gesturing to the gun that was directly pointed at him.

The fear in his eyes was so obvious that I felt it can radiate from him. For a guy like him 6'4 feet tall and a muscular body, he was still like any other victim of mine; afraid of me, killing him.

The look on his eyes was a daily base look I see every day. Many others who beg me not to kill them, many beg me to just let them slip by, many others that I see every day.

The guy in front of me was strange -not like any other man I saw- this guy looked innocent not that I didn't kill innocent people but the look he gave me said more, said that he needed to be here not for a family though but for a promise.

He was different he looked like he was... betrayed and shocked as if he couldn't believe himself.

The man backed away from me another ten feet. I lowered the gun and narrowed my eyes as if that will help me to discover him or something.

The man looked a little relieved after I lowered my gun and sighed after closing his eyes and took a deep breath

I never did that before but the guy on the ground in front of me looks like a mystery and it's not ordinary for me because I always have my men discover my 'Victims' for me.

I pulled the rusty chair behind me to sit on.

I was in a gray room with a dim light flickering lamp. The room wasn't small and wasn't that big either but it was enough for the man in front of me to keep his distance.

"What do you want from me?" he asked with fear dripping from his voice.

The sound of the wind closing the windows was so strong that it made the man gasp and flinch from his spot. I on the other side didn't even blink as I was used to this scenarios and scenes very well being not that one more than once.

"Look monsieur, no one asks me anything, no one," I said with a harsh tone.

The man flinched at my tone. "Who are You?" I asked quietly more like as I'm asking myself.

He furrowed his eyebrows as if I asked why chocolate melt in high temperature "Did you hear me monsieur? I asked you a question" I said thickening my French accent and pointing my gun back at him.

His eyes widened with fear and I think he started hyperventilating. I raised an eyebrow gesturing him to answer.

"I... I'm Nicolas Miles" he said and started to breath slower as I lowered the gun again.

"Do you have a family Nicolas?" I asked as I watched him making himself comfortable on the ground.

"Yes, yes I do, bipolar," he said as if he saw a chance on a silver plate.