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Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Over the edge of the spear

They say Lucky people die early.

"Can Rat poison kill me?" She turned to me, her eyes needling mine.

The factory had a cave inside it. We had been walking since last three hours.

"It depends upon the amount." I said scratching my head. "Zinc Sulphide." I murmured.

"We need to find Zaveri." Travis jerked the lamp higher to see through the dark.

"How much can kill me?" She whispered in my ear. I started walking faster.

No one said anything. No one wanted to. A silent stream was to come and takes us with it.

"Who's him?" I asked.

Travis looked uneasy. That look on his face, that lack of balls to call it, I was afraid.

"How much can kill me?" She asked.

"A couple of cups can." I said

Her face dropped. She shook her shoulders as her smile faded away.

"I wonder what a snort would do."

She was not your parlour visiting girl with mounds of lipstick and cream over her face. She was not the magazine reading girl musing about boob jobs and hair removals. She was beyond that. Mr Han disappeared to get help, or may be to hide somewhere safe. She wasn't complaining about how she was treated by the store owner, she wasn't pretending to be a three year old.

"Who is Zaveri?" I asked again.

The cave had bats, giant bats. Hanging upside down disturbed by the faint yellow of the lamp. Travis didn't answer. I guess he never heard what I said. I didn't dare to ask again.

"Don't you miss them?" She asked.

"Who?"

"Your family." Travis said. "He's the one who killed your family."

The heat was scorching the skin, my wet shirt sticking to my back.

"Where to find him?" I asked.

"You are not ready for it." He replied with a pale face. "Nobody is."

Matilda touched my shoulder. She held my hand tightly.

"I know the vacuum you might be feeling without them." She says pulling her hair back.

A thousand eyes were gazing upon hanging down from the ceiling. I was expecting them to break into Christmas Carol with a giant orchestra led by Mozart. They were disturbed by the unexpected light. We had left the solid ground far behind. Shallow water and slippery terrain are not ideal for walking.

"He's a drug lord." Travis said. "A demon, one of the strongest."

"Why don't you just eliminate him?" I asked.

"We would have done if we could." Matilda replied.

"He's a man of power and is under political asylum." Travis continued. "Red had him protected for his strong connections. He's under a rehab for now."

The lamp was dying. The water was up to our knees. Travis' body was glowing with sweat. He looked like a djinn leading us on the path of immortality. His muscles glaring in their full glory. On the back of that clean shaved head, he had a tattoo. A pattern, a language that was foreign to me it.

"It's Swahili." He said.

"What does it say?" I asked.

"It's Damian." He replied. "My brother."