Contest [Issue 37] Continue the Story... Returns! [Chapter 4]

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Inner Truths: What Lies Beyond?
Part IV

   I sat down fazed. "Is he CRAZY?" I thought to myself. I attempted to make hold of a serious face, but the thoughts racing inside my head defeated my self-control. "I... I-I'm sorry, but it is impossible for me to -" "Get me back my son!" he yelled through the top of his lungs.

 

'P...please, please...' he repeated as his tone and expressions leveled down. He slowly backed away from me. I put my hands on my head; trying to calm down the perpetual war of guilt and reality. What should I do? How can I calm him down?

  The drama lasted for a couple of minutes, until I looked around the room. The man disappeared! I raised myself carefully, and just when I took my first step, I heard a crash! A dreadful cry followed shortly!

  My instincts jumped in, and I proceeded to the site of the accident. I saw the little boy, next to a chair, that looked almost identical to the boy who conjured  inside my mindscape. I tried to calm the boy down - he was bleeding! I opened the cabinet in search of first-aid equipment. To my luck, I found some peroxide, adhesive tape, and cotton; just the materials required to recover him.

I managed to silence his despair. Just looking at him led me to believe he was traumatized; weak, quiet, messy hair, torn clothes, and abnormally short.

 

  "What were you doing?"

The youngster was just as confused as I was. He pointed to the cabinet (which was quite hard to reach due to his short stature). It was obvious he used the chair to reach the upper cabinets. I opened another one up to find canned food. He must have been starving, for sure. I made him soup, and placed it on the table. At last, he was delighted!

  I was satisfied with what I did, but I took a moment to analyze the room. It seemed rather... up-to-date and well-maintained in comparison to the rest. There was a bookshelf full of books, a magnificent couch, and there was a bit of light shining through the partially blocked window. How unusual! The only disturbing bit was the foul smell... there was this odd stench that seemed familiar...

  I did not let that bother me. I had a bunch of mysteries to solve. I opened more cabinets in search of clues, and I found a bunch of anti-psychotics, pain killers, and a card of some sort. It was genuinely old; definitely neglected. "Eugen..., Unde..ro..d, Ge..tic., .ab" I read the card out loud. Suddenly, I heard voices. The boy started looking around frantically. The voices.. were coming from underneath!
To make matters worse... I began having that dream again.

 

  "Get me back my son!" kept repeating incessantly. "I am sorry, but we cannot help you this time. The project has been terminated!" said a man in a coat.

  It stopped. I saw the boy meddling with the bookshelf...an entrance was revealed!

 

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INNER TRUTH: 

Chp 4-   Save The Boy

 

 

My heart pounding in my throat.I try to pry myself from the nightmare that seems unwilling to let me go.Waiting in the lobby upstairs,I was in the process of thinking what to do."Breath," I tell myself harshly ,"breath",and I do so slowly,shakily,I take in deep breaths and release them.As I find my heart rate settling.  

 

A shrill noise coming from downstairs makes me jump and it takes a few seconds to realize that it's the phone ringing.A growing dread comes over me as I approach it.

 

The man did not reach yet,so I pick up the phone,knowing it would be best to just get it over with."Hello?" And that just made the whole damn thing even more confusing.It was a girl,somewhat a lady.

 

The boy!I could hear his voice from behind."Dad!" He scream and through all his weight on his words.There were people shouting and his voice lost in a short span.I was astonished to wonder that the boy was kidnapped  by a female.I don't know from where to begin so I just started...

 

I don't know who you are,

I don't know what you want,

If you are looking for ransom! A million !A voice calls out in the middle.

You only have three days

 

Till than the man had reached.His face tells that he wanted answers that I wasn't ready to give.I could see emotions on his face and suddenly ,he grab the phone and shout,

 

Don't even dare to touch my son.If you don't let my son go,I will find you,I will kill you!

 

The call was ended.His eyes filled with tears and so as my.I must help them but how.The ideas were hitting my mind,police,army,shall we track them?..But no! I must deal this matter with insight because they have the boy.That's a diplomatic scenario where every step counts.These thoughts were obfuscating my mind.If something happens to the boy, the story will end which is against my commitment.

 

Something clicks my cerebrum.I know a guy who could help.He had a strong chain with such people.Its being a long time we met but we'll easily find him.The man was deeply lost in sorrows and agrees to do everything.In haste he proclaims.Come!I'll get the keys.We must reach the man today.

Edited August 22, 2015 by VxV

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Inner Truths Part Four: Finally Some Answers. Maybe some I didn’t want!

 

I looked at the man….gulping with extreme guilt but something wasn’t right! I can’t be a killer!

“Mister, I can try helping you but I am myself puzzled!

 

How did I get here? What is this place?”

 

“You want the truth”? The man said.

 

“Yes”, I said with pumped with acquisitiveness.

 

“This is an assassin training facility…”

 

“WHAT”, I said. The man could not say any more words before I cut his words .This is not right. NO, NO I am not an assassin nor am i becoming one.

 

“I warned you”, said the man with some of his grief wearing away.

 

I looked at his face in utter dis belief. But it all made sense now. The desolate place, the smell of blood. It all related quite well. But i was not convinced I continued questioning.  "What  was your son doing here"? I asked.

 

“He was your partner”

 

I looked at the wound on my right arm, which started stinging more now as i focused on it. "How did i get this"? I asked the man showing him my arm.

 

"While  you were out on your first mission you got cut by a knife",The man said."Your mission was to assassinate a member of a gang but you and my son failed,Since that day only you managed to come back and there was no track of Robert  ".

 

Robert!?Hmm... The name sounded familiar and again another flash back approached my cerebrum.

 

"I saw Robert , the man's son calling at me... Logan! Logan! he screamed.I looked back and saw a man with a knife chasing for me. I tried running as fast as i could but the fatigue of the long way here didn't allow me to make much difference. The man caught up with me and as i turned around he swung the knife. From there on there was crimson red all over my arm as i tripped as i gasped the memory started seeming distant and slowly faded away...."

Logan! Logan!,the man called.

I looked at him, it was if during this vision i dozed off. What had happened there in my vision?How had i survived the person with the knife...Who was he?

 

 Look sir how can i have forgotten all of this?

 

He pointed towards my head and i looked through a nearby mirror at what seemed to be a big bump in my head. How did I get this?

 

Maybe this was the thing that caused me to lose my memory.

 

I walked around the round and noticed the man staring at me.

.....

 

 "Okay let's sum this up",I said.

 

I am a trained assassin , who on his first task failed,got injured, murdered his partner and somehow managed to escape without being killed...?"

 

He Replied, "Yes".

 

 

Hope my essay is fine..and Trinitrotoluene i'm a big fan  :wub:  :wub:  please dont jugde i know my essay sucks  :unsure:  but i tried :rolleyes:  ^_^

Edited August 23, 2015 by hassaan2014