Unorthodox Series #1 ( Fume Of Metal)

Chapter 01

A CHANCE

My eyes were focused on the knife that he was holding and slowly, it wandered upon his eyes. I saw something.

Oblivion and vagueness that was seemingly, completely contradicting to the smile he was showing me.

And then there was a sudden glitch in his expression.

He briefly looked down like he was reminding himself of something and then stared at me with those deceptive eyes of his.

He let out a shaky laugh and hid the knife behind his back.

"Ahh kapitbahay, nandyan ka pala?" Sabi niya.

I stared at his eyes again and with that, I also lowered my defense and hid the baseball bat behind me as well.

Sinundan niya naman ito ng tingin.

"Bat ka may hawak na kutsilyo?" I asked him in my stern voice expecting a decent answer from this guy.

He looked at me again with that annoying boy next door persona.

Ahhh,typical.

"No no no no, it's not what you think. I'm not doing anything and no need to call for help miss!" Alarma niyang sabi.

"Do I look like I'm in need of help?" Sabi ko sakanya at tinabuyan siya ng tingin bago ako tumalikod at pumasok na sa room ko. I shut the door and placed my baseball bat beside the closed door.

"Huh, call help? You'll be the one who's calling help when I cut your throat and castrate you. Stupid motherfucker!" I cursed under my breath.

But the thought of some dude holding a bloody knife in the middle of the night and right outside my room is kinda unsettling.

Wtf is he doing with that knife?

Does it have to do with me?

Is he going to kill me?

Does he know?

Is he after me?

I don't trust the look on his face when he talked to me. And his eyes were...

I haven't seen him and I've been in this building for a long time. Bagong lipat? But why now? Maraming mas magagandang hotel at mga condominium na malapit dito.

Shit naman! Kailangan kong lumipat sa ibang building, better yet lumipat sa ibang lugar. I bit my lip so hard that I tasted blood.I close my eyes and breathe heavily, I have to be more cautious and alert now. He's a threat and I need to be wary of him.

I felt so restless that I checked all of the windows and closed all the curtains. I also dimmed the lights to feel extra secure. The darkness never scared me, it was my salvation and my only sanctuary that nurses my rigid belief of quasi-incessant fetish of touching human flesh.

My dark thoughts in a dark room felt reassuring. It feels that my world only revolves in the four corner of this room. The darkness has became my safe haven, a dark domain that I consider pivotal to keep my sanity intact and on point.

I sat on the couch with the dimmed light beside me. I hugged my knees and empty my mind. I do enjoy ripping into someone's flesh. It's a leisure that I enjoy and would never let go of, but their screams are starting to catch up on me.

Everyday. Every night.

Their agony of pain and cry for help, their screaming voices that the world didn't knew about and their constant sob for mercy. Their screaming cries that no one heard has ironically stayed in my mind and now, only I, am hearing it.