Who is the biggest liar of them all?
Marked COMPLETE on 30/06/2018
❛❛A shattered mirror can be deceptive.❜❜
It all started with a cracked mirror.
Everything changed with a coincidence.
A mirror can't lie, that's what the onlooker thinks. But don't f...
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Sanchez was falling. He kept plummeting downwards into a vast and bottomless abyss. Kim was there too—facing him, falling down with him. She was shouting again: Lee! Lee! Lee!
Sanchez was done with the shouting. He raised his hand and saw that his gun had miraculously appeared on his palm. He held it with both hands and fired into her belly and her guts spilt out in a grotesque manner. But the shouting continued. Lee!
He couldn't tolerate it anymore. He started firing at her non-stop, not caring whether the bullets found their mark or not. Blood sprayed onto him with each shot. But he didn't halt. The shots went on and on with a never-ending supply of bullets in his pistol. And suddenly, to his terror, he realized she had stopped falling; it was only him who was falling now. He looked at him from above as the distance between them grew. She smiled her lovely smile again, but it made him queasy. See you soon, Lee! Good-bye, Lee! Leeeeeee . . . the weird sound echoed in the endless pit. He fell and fell and fell.
And everything changed in a heartbeat. He saw light. He felt like he was cascading into a glowing bed of luminescence, the radiance of which multiplied by the second. He welcomed it. The light kept on increasing until, at last, it became too much. He was dazzled by the tremendous luminosity. He shut his eyes and his hand instinctively rose to guard him. He started hearing faint shouts coming from the background. Lee! Lee!
'No!' he shouted, his palms rushing to cover his ears. The immense light plus the voice was too much for him. 'No! Stop it! Arghhh! No!'
The voice grew, but it was not Kim's this time, he noticed. It was someone familiar, someone more humane. He had to open his eyes. He had to see.
His eyes felt heavy as if the whole world had clambered atop his eyelids. But he opened them nonetheless. His eyes stung when the light struck it. His addled mind took a few seconds to register the source of the voice—it was the Acting Chief Griffith calling out his name. A few muddled syllables escaped Sanchez's mouth. Griffith's voice grew clear, 'Thank God. You're alright, Lee.' He was smiling ear to ear. Sanchez saw who else were around: Clark, Chris, Conway and few strangers who looked like medics. He noticed himself. There were countless tubes and things he did not know about attached to his body in different places. A regular beep sounded in the background. He was lying in a hospital room.
'Where—how . . . ?' The words came out groggy and confused.
Griffith said, 'Relax. You need to relax. We almost lost you there. Have a good sleep now. We'll come back soon. Don't think too much.
They exited the room, leaving Sanchez baffled. What was he doing here? And why? Suddenly a jolt of remembrance came. Kim—the encounter . . .
The pace of the beeping in the background grew faster. He tried to sit up. A nurse who was doing something beside his bed came running and tried to make him lay down. 'Don't panic. Relax. Relax.'
