BURNT CARS, police and ambulance sirens, dead bodies, bloody roads, and people screaming for help were about to happen if I wouldn't stop myself. I was still leaning on the wall while smoking. I started to walk and stared at anyone. Every time I had eye contact with them, the pain I suffered was getting lesser.
"Adolf! Show yourself now! You sucker," I shouted. I didn't care if someone heard me or called me crazy. They would never know I was the person behind these accidents.
A person driving a bus full of passengers passed by and I got the chance to had eye contact. The bus was getting faster until it reached the intersecting lane. The driver didn't notice the red light. A mixer was crossing the lane too. And it was already too late for the bus to stop because the two vehicles had crashed. But, it wasn't just that, the bus exploded killing all of the passengers.
"What the heck is going on with the world?" I heard someone said it. When I turned to look at that person, it was a man who was wearing a business suit. He was talking on the phone.
"The police are coming! Thank goodness!" somebody exclaimed.
I ran as fast as I could until I saw a famous and luxurious fashion store. Should I buy something to cover my face? I changed my mind. Wearing a mask or something wouldn't change anything. The police would never know the real criminal.
Two days had passed. Orlstein hadn't called me at all. I was still wandering around the city, making eye contact with anyone whom I had met along the way.
"Hawaiian pizza and coke," I said to the waiter. I was wearing a cap. I didn't look at him because if I did, I wouldn't be able to eat dinner.
The waiter disappeared in my sight. My attention was caught by the television placed at the center of the restaurant. A reporter was talking about our city's updates.
"It has been two days and the number of deaths in our city is very alarming. Accidents, sudden deaths without any illnesses, crimes, are happening all over the city. The government and the police department including the health department are cooperating to solve this enigma," the reporter said. Videos of each scenario were shown on the television. "Are groups of terrorists involved or everything is just a complete coincidence? This is Selena Garcia, reporting."
My Hawaiian pizza was served on the table. It was still hot and aromatic. I bit my first slice and chewed it with delight.
The customers were talking about the news. I wanted to laugh on the thought that they were thinking that it was the terrorists who did all of this. That was a real joke!
Suddenly, my phone rang. An unregistered number popped up. Who's this? Anyway, I still answered it.
"Yo, it's me. The guy you met in Hankie Pankie," a voice said from the other line. I easily remembered him. He had some connection with Hendre.
"So, have you found a donor?" I asked and wiped my lips with the tissue paper.
"That's the reason why I'm calling you. Dr. Hendre's back already and he told he found a donor. The cost isn't as expensive as what we expected," he gladly said. I was astonished when he said that Hendre's back.
"Is Hendre ---- I mean Dr. Hendre's still there? I need to see him," I said.
"Yes. If you'll come here, don't forget to visit our room. It's 315, third floor," he said. I ended the call.
I thought Hendre was on a vacation. Why was he home already? I paid the cashier and went outside. I didn't want to cause trouble anymore, so I didn't look at anyone's eyes.
The sun had set already. Street lights were turned on. I took the short cut which was located between two buildings where a narrow pathway was built.
Unlike with the other lanes, there were no lights here. There were garbages anymore and it was stinky here. But, it didn't matter anymore. All I could think was talking to Hendre and getting information from him.
I heard heavy footsteps behind my back. I acted as if I didn't hear anything. If he or she's a thief, then my eyes were ready to kill. I continued on walking, but I could still hear footsteps following me.
"What do you want?" I asked. I didn't hear any answer. "Don't make me do this."
I still didn't hear any answer. I turned to fave that person. My knees were shaking. A man whose hair was long. He was wearing a scarf. His eyes were covered with patches. I admitted that I was scared when he smiled like a killer clown.
"Mama's boy," he uttered. "I knew you're going to follow what I said."
"Adolf," I said, almost a whisper. I clenched my fist and attacked him.
I tried to grasp his eyepatches, but he used his arms as a defense. He raised his leg and kicked me on the chest. I almost stumbled on the ground, luckily, I was able to support my body. His kick wasn't strong at all.
My body charged towards him with my fists balled. I made a jab but he held my fist and punched my stomach. This time, it was a strong one. He smacked my face and it felt like it was separated from my neck. I already felt blood on my lips.
"What do you want?" I asked angrily. His white teeth showed up when he grinned.
"I should be asking that," he said. His voice was as deep as the mantle. My eyebrows almost met, what the heck did he mean?
"You wanted to know something right?" he added. I fixed my stance and waited for him to continue.
Suddenly, his body shaked and fell on the ground. Another man appeared behind him. He was wearing a gas mask. He had a stun gun on his hand which he used to paralyze Adolf. Who was he?
The next thing I knew, my surrounding went black and I couldn't move my body anymore.
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Adventure"As soon as our eyes met, prepare your last words and everything else" Carthik Martel thought his eyes were cursed and his best friend, Orlstein Gagnon, knew about it and never came back. No one else did. Until one day, an incident happened which re...
