Obscura: The Dark Chamber Series Book 1

Chapter 5

I shut the double solid door behind me confuse.

What does he mean by ‘each and every one of you’? Does the killer have specific target? What makes me and the other so special that he needs to kill us all? The questions stir in my mind.

I shrug the confusion out of my head. I find Jarek leaning against the wall beside the elevator doors.

“So? How did it go?” He asks.

“He told me that I should go to the place where my questions will be answered.”

Jarek stands from his position. “Ok.” He presses the elevator button and elevator door opens. We got in.

He opens again the compartment at the bottom of the buttons. He swipes the card and hit the twentieth floor.

A few second later, we arrive on the twentieth floor. I waited for the twentieth floor button to turn green. Jarek presses the button again and the wall behind us opens to a hallway.

There were three doors. We enter the one in the middle. The door opens to a meeting room. A long rectangular table with fourteen chairs. A huge flat screen T.V., that almost occupied the shorter side of the room wall, hangs at the center. The vertical curtain blinds covers the view of Makati’s skyline.

“Take a seat Ar-cee.” Jarek says.

I obey. He stands beside the door and waited.

The room is silent. All I can hear is my heart pounding hard with excitement and anticipation. How long will I wait?! My mind says.

After more than five, the door opens. Dr. Marcos and a girl with corporate attire step inside the room.

The girl wears rectangular glasses with steel frames. Her hair is tied to a pony that falls down on her back. She carries a few folders in her arms and sling bag that swings from her right shoulder. She might be Dr. Marcos’s secretary or something. I say to myself.

“How are you feeling Mr. Casimiro?” Dr. Marcos asks.

“I’ll feel much better if I know what is going on.” I reply.

“I hope so.”

The girl sits at the other end of the conference table and pulls out a small laptop out of the sling bag. She turns on the flat screen T.V. and a revolving logo came to view.

My eyes start to analyse the logo but it disappears and replace by typical desktop display.

“So Mr. Casimiro, where do you want me to start?” Dr. Marcos asks standing beside the girl.

“Well, you can start by telling me why is there someone out there trying to kill me.” I say.

“Very well. Do you remember your hospitalization seven years ago?”

Seven years ago? Yes. I remember it perfectly!

March 15. I was rushed to the hospital. I felt a sharp pain in my head. I fall to the ground screaming because of the excruciating pain before I blacked out at the middle of my graduation practice.