When DEAD calls

Chapter 12

GORBLACHEV ALENIN POV

Nature called and I had no other go!

I rushed my way to the restroom and I found myself humming to the tunes that kept my moods alive. It surely is cool to have myself stranded alone from the words of Agent Cresta. I have to confess myself, but her emotions with Joseph is very evident.

He then turned the flush on and the sound of gushing water suddenly dissipated to a broken silence. I pushed the campartment door and walked towards the sink. I looked at my tedious face in the mirror, doubting whether Agent Cresta would accept such a face.

Oh my dear Amanda Cresta, I thought, you soon will become Amanda Alenin.

I decided to change my expression and so I spashed water and scrubed my face until its clean and neat. I pulled a tissue from the tissue box and wiped my face dry.

That's when I saw the reflection in the mirror. I could feel the adrenaline rising and spilling out of my cells and mixing with the blood. The blood flowing rapidly and randomly, spreading the adrenaline to every parts of my body, except my heart and lungs. I'm feeling the heart stoping for a minute and pumping recklessly, my lungs pretty damn quick due to rapid breathing. My eyes not blinking, just staring to burning-pain.

'Hello dear', she said, soft and melodic.

And it all happened in a bat of an eye. The splendid restroom of the restaurant was changing, turning into blank sand. Like corrosion, spreading to the whole room. Like termites, eating up the whole room. Leaving nothing. The black sand settling on the ground.

And then a white flash occured. For seconds, my vision was blurred and then it came all to my eyes. Known fact – I'm still in a restroom; Unknown fact – I'm not in the restaurant's restroom. This place looks ditched years ago. Broken doors, dirty water in the toilets – a place for mosquito breeding, sinks wet with green fungus, no light settings except for the sunlight through the exhaust fan holes, ceiling and walls peeling off until I could see the red bricks. This shows that the maintainance level is at stake.

'Wondering where you are?', she asked, all of a sudden, in a low and sweet voice, dragging my senses to her.

'Abandoned public bathroom', I said stupidly.

'So where do you think this 'Abandoned public bathroom' is in?', she mimicked me and I realized that her lips weren't moving, just the voice coming from where she is standing.

'Don't know', I said, her black mane hair was tangled and flowed on either side of her shoulder.

'Curious to know?', she asked, her eyes white with red lines scribbled, as if she had done works in a computer, for years.

'Yes', I said, she was dressed in a plain white night gown with a hood pulled till her forehead, her dress rolling on the ground which didn't allow me to look at her feet and her sleeves were long, big and loose, which may slip out of her body anytime

'Are you an american?', she asked, not answering the first question

'No', I said, she was white and pale, wrinkled skin.

'Then why are you helping them?', she asked, her hands skinny and bony, green nerves protuding out. Thin fingers with long nails

'I was recruited on this case', I said, acting bravely.

'Do you know who I am?', she asked, and I noticed a silver pendant hanging on her neck.

'No', single-word reply, she had no nose!

'Searching for my nose?', she asked and I averted my eyes immediately. Of course, she can read my mind or sense my feelings. Why didn't I think that before?

'Uhmm.... I.... wasn't'.

'Then stop surfing through me!', she blasted, her voice echoing loudly, chill running through me in a jiffy.

'O-okay, I'll stop. I won't look. Just chill', I said, my hands trembling – not because of fear, but because of not knowing what she will do to me. I wish I knew what is going to happen to me, this minute.

'Wish granted', she said, twitching her lips, 'You're going to die'.