The Liar

Chapter 3

I saw Sebastian. He was cleaning my kitchen this time.

'Mikael. Don't leave like you left me. I wasn't real. There is hope this time. This is the truth. Hold on to your faith'.

                                                                                              خطر

I immediately felt a sense of grogginess as I came to my senses and felt my body being moved. Into oblivion? I don't know.

I could feel myself moving, a force at my ankles, pushing me along a rough surface. I could feel the coolness surrounding me. Was it night or day?

'Damn heavy cow' I heard someone mutter.

Henry.

The bastard had bashed my head in with something and I had been out cold this whole time. I tried to open my eyes to witness my surroundings but even that very action felt painful.

As I forced my eyes open, I realised it was nearly dusk, the sun dying again and its last embers allowing me to see the blabber mouthed bastard, dragging me through the grassy plains. I could see a house up ahead that looked eerily similar to my own. Except, there was a woman watching me and Henry through the window. Probably his wife.

'Stupid guy. Doesn't even know how to watch his back. Stupid rich idiot. Thinks he can survive the One'.

I was trying so hard to move, trying so hard to sit my back up. I needed to escape fast before this guy can either kill me, keep me captive or drive me further insane.

As we approached what I assumed to be his home, the bastard's wife came out and hugged him. She seemed upset and through the thin opening of my eye, I saw her glare at me.

'Thank god you got him dear. Are you okay? He's a big guy, were you able to manage it?'

'Yes Honey! He tried to deny me. The idiot tried to deny me! He doesn't even know about what's going on in the world. Hurry and help me take him in. He's heavy and we need to call the officials, so they can take him in. His name is Mikael, you know, the one we saw on that list online. He's a wealthy one. You know what they said about the rich ones. They're the best prey. They don't care about life and are servants to materialism. Perfect puppet for the One. I don't know how he's survived it for so long though out here. The rest of us have been illuminated.

'Ahh these darn rich people. Serves them right. This one looks like he could use a bit of handling'. His witch of a wife cackled. I saw Henry smile.

'Come on let's get him in. He needs to be weakened before he's sent off'.

As Henry and his wife approached me with the intent of lifting me from the floor, with an unexplainable strength I arose. I stood there with a sense of faith in God and hurled myself at Henry. I couldn't bring myself to hurt his wife however. It was against my religion.

'Ahhhhhhhhhhh' Henry screamed as I pounded him with punch after punch, crushing his massive nose. I sought forgiveness at the thought. I cannot insult him. He is a creation of God.

I punched him and kicked him till I felt his wife scratching her way through my clothes, trying to attack me. I pushed her off once I felt Henry loosen and fall to the ground and turned to see her standing there, blood on her mouth, staring at me almost possessed with the same transfixed look Henry had when I first met him.

'You think you can survive it huh? He's coming for you. Him and his army. You better brace yourself because he's seeking to destroy those with a faith such as yours. He's coming, and he won't stop till all you bastards are dead. He will rule. Run while you can'. As she said so, she collapsed to the ground.

I was so utterly confused, the realisation bombarding me with a sense of fear. They knew my name. They knew who I was based on a list bloody online. And who was the One?

What was the witch talking about and why was she referring to him with such fear?

My thoughts suddenly halted as I realised I was out in the open, not as secure as I was before in the shadows of my own home. I realised with a terrible realisation that the pessimistic feelings I had experienced were perhaps a sign from God that what was to come was dangerous. At that very moment, I felt a shiver run through me as I felt lonely and sad. Terrible and horrified. Confused and curious as to what was happening.

Henry and his wife were still out cold, hopefully not able to awake for the next few hours, so I decided to venture through their home. Their house, as I mentioned so looked eerily similar to my own. The same gate leading to their cottage with the same window situated near the front door.

I pushed open the front door to come to the living room that was bare of much furniture. As the sun had nearly died, the lights were on, no doubt having allowed the witch to see us through the window. I realised that the only furniture present in the room was a single couch and a table standing erect with a file of printed papers. Every paper had printed on it, The One is here.

With the same confusion at who the One was, I proceeded towards the kitchen where again, it lay bare of much appliances. No microwave. No toaster. Simply a table top with again, papers scattered around it. As I approached the papers after turning on the lights, I heard a slight sound from the front door. Peeping my head through the kitchen opening I saw no one. I remained alert yet continued to approach the papers.

There, on the kitchen top, was a photo of me and other various people, all branded with a large X on their faces. There were photos of the elderly, children and horrifyingly, the dead. However, the thing that took me most by surprise was the photo situated on the wall. There it was, a photo taken showcasing a group of 13 men, each with a hand over one of their eyes, pointing towards the bystander, me. It was obvious that Henry and his wife believed in the occult. Come to think of it, I had seen odd symbols surrounding their home.

'Eiiiiiiiiiiiii' I heard someone scream and suddenly turned to see Henry's wife charging at me with a rock in her hand before she fell to the ground a few inches from me. Even as she fell, she looked up at me with eyes of evil and grinned a sadistic grin.

'Run' she whispered smiling before she dropped her head.

There was a knife stuck to her back.