Jamal heaved himself onto the bed, after three days straight of intense training. He was getting better at the technique Calwort had showed him, although he only was able to touch him twice. The results were impressive, causing him to sway slightly from the loss of energy, but continued to provide competition regardless. Staring into the emptiness of the room, reminded him of many things that he overcame throughout his stay here. But still, he needed something with him.
Ula. He thought about the name for a brief second, but the effects were deep. Just the thought made him gasp in pain, as the memories began to flood back to him. He had lost everything, all due to her. And yet, he knew deep down, he wanted her back.
"Jamal, are you okay?" Calwort came inside, to look at the shaking man.
"My powers, what have I done?" Jamal got out the bed, crouching down, and sweat intensely.
"What are you talking about?"
"Before I came here, I-, I-, I never told you why exactly. Why I'm here." Jamal muttered.
"You said you left your woman or something like that?" Calwort assumed, to which Jamal shook his head.
"I got kicked out the house, and I hurt my friends. A lot of them. I even..." Jamal began to breath deeply, before responding again. "I killed some people to get here."
Calwort paused to look at Jamal, who himself was trembling in shock of his past actions.
"I was enraged at everything. I truly wanted to do nothing but kill." Jamal spoke truly, "Except I now know what I did was wrong. Everything I've done lately was wrong. I don't think I deserve to be here anymore."
Before Calwort could say anything, Jamal got up, and began to pack what belongings he had on him, into his bag, which was in terrible condition after all this time. Murder? Jamal killed people for Saputa, but ruthless murder? Calwort had his doubts.
"Jamal, I know everything has been a mess for you lately, but you need to collectively think right now? What did you gain from this?" Calwort asked, as the man finished packing.
"Nothing, but suffering where I've gone." Jamal heaved the bag up. "I thank you for everything, but I'm ready to bring justice into the world."
"Jamal, it doesn't work like that. You know if what you say is true, not only is your situation dire, but you can go to jail." Calwort noted, before attempting to touch his shoulder.
Jamal swayed the fingers away, and started chuckling. This was really what was going to happen.
"I can't get arrested here. I'll be killed before I get a fair trial." Jamal cracked his neck, "I already promised them that their deaths were necessary. I'm going to make peace with my decisions."
Calwort just stepped back, as Jamal waved him goodbye as if they were good friends. He could only wish the man luck in his journeys, but even he knew deep down, that Jamal would face a far greater challenge than ever before.
"Goodbye, Jamal." Calwort said one final time.
"Thanks for everything." Jamal put his hand up in departure, not looking back, as he continued out the house, and back into the world of danger. It was time to get her and everything he lost back, by making everything right again.
.....
Alice was still in her state, as the others watched her in the dark night within her motel room. The book was glowing brighter than ever, and even Heskins knew the end of the search was coming. He hadn't said much during the trip, or to any of the others, but at last was the search over.
"We found him." Heskins grinned, before the room was ignited with light.
Everyone covered their eyes, as the book died down, and they could hear Alice's deep breathing. Leon was prepared with a meaty sandwich and a glass of water, to which was downed in only a few moments. Waiting in anticipation, Heskins just stared at the woman, until she finally spoke.
"He's only four days away from us." Alice finally spoke, before closing the book. "Let his death be quick and with pleasure."