"Uncle, grandma, She's Stella.
She picked me up from the streets where I was sitting homeless with wounds on my body.
She took care of me like her own brother. Gave me a new life.
I'm alive because of her." Dan said.
"Thankyou my dear! I can't thank you enough.
You brought my son back to us."said the Uncle.
"I only did what any person would do sir! He is my brother. He was the only one there in this unknown place for me. In a way, he helped me too." I said.
"Uncle, I've known, my parents chose to become spies but you were the fighter. The best fighter. I want you to teach me. 'The Red Dragon' is the only gang that can defeat 'The Black Vipers.' I want to kill them all."
"Its not that easy son or else I would have done it long back.
They have grown more powerful after The Red Dragon was demolished.
Its almost impossible to defeat them and I have become old now. I can't fight them." said the man.
"Teach me the skills, Uncle. Train me. I will handle the rest. I have to do this no matter what happens. I can't sit back just because they are powerful. I have to be more powerful than them.
So please, teach me to be the best fighter in the world." said Dan.
"Okay son, it is lot of hardwork but your determination and passion tells me you'll succeed.
You will be 'The Red Dragon gang's leader'.
Now lets keep everything aside. It will be a celebration for your return today.
I have already ordered the maids for preparation.
Stella, stay here and celebrate with us and you can go back after dinner. Will that be fine,dear?" Asked Uncle.
"Yeah, It will be fun. It will be good. I'll help."
And then the day went with a lot of fun, food, dance and the celebration Dan deserves.
I said the final good bye to Dan and hugged him with tears in both of our eyes. I promised him I would come to meet him soon and with that I went back home.
Ah, It seemed so lonely and gloomy here without him.
Such a big house and I was alone.
I missed him running all around and babbling all the time.
The next few days went pretty normal. I made friends with a few fellow interns. Mark was always busy and he was popular, all the interns and female staff would never stop talking about him, but he always greeted me with a genuine smile.
I had been enjoying here.
One day, I was returned to my lonely but beautiful home from a hectic day at the hospital and went to the kitchen like always to cook dinner for myself. I switched on the music to the full volume sang along aloud and danced while chopping vegetables when suddenly I was startled and screamed to the top of my voice as I saw a Man's figure from the top floor looking at me and telling me to keep the volume a bit down.
"I just came back from Iran and I am tired as hell. So please keep the volume down for today. I need to sleep". Said the man.
"Who.. Who the Fuck are you mister and what the hell are you doing in my house??? Get away immediately or I'll call the police!" I yelled. I was scared as fuck but I tried to be confident and not show him that I was about to faint any minute from the panic building up.
"Babe, what are you talking about? I live here!" said the man.
"YOU WHAT!?" I was shook.
You must have some misunderstanding. This is my house. I live here. Who the hell are you?
He started to come down.
With every step he took. I was getting closer to dying.
I might piss my pants. He must be a crazy stalker. What do I do?