I flump on the plush chair next to a cabinet laden with documents and papers , a PC and a mug of steaming espresso that forms vapours misting on the glazed front window .The cool morning air ruffles up the red curtains veiling the rear windows ,perhaps , accentuating the beauty of today's morning. A gigantic orb of light stemming from the east glares upon West Minster street which is now alive and kicking, with people bustling , jostling and rushing here and there. My eyes wanders out of the window . Outside, it's a hodgepodge of activities and a muddle of people rushing about in the cool morning air. This is how West Minster street looks like when it is morning but will it remain this peaceful yet rowdy in the days to come? Especially when a crisis is impending? And ironically , I'll be initiating it in due time for the betterment of our social stability and overall security and to satisfy my selfish desires. I wish I would have been granted a supernatural power to completely obliterate the vices in this crashed County – Oyugis.
I jerk out of my reverie after remembering that I had a job here to be done. I'm inside the cozy office of the Oyugis Police agonizing over how much time I'll be damned losing in this room . Yesterday I was discharged and shipped to our duplex after I had bought my medication from Junes Pharmacy. I had already tipped off Mr Dick that I'll not be attending school for a couple of days. Luckily, I can feel that my previous health condition has stabilized a little though not to a larger extent because I still have sporadic bouts of dizziness.
The sounds of Inspector Ian typing on his PC fills the room resonating distinctly and clearly with the invigorating air streaming in.
" He'll be arriving in a minute please. Jus' chillax." He says with his eyes critically glued onto his machine which looks a bit downbeat but enough to last him for a good couple of months. I note.
" Ok." I nod as I absent-mindedly tap my foot on the ceramic floor creating some indistinct noise .I glance at my wrist which is wrapped with a chronograph wristwatch and recline on the backrest of the desk chair with an impatient sigh.
" What's that ? " Inspector Ian asks – eyes still glued to the monitor.
"What ?" I ask , genuinely confused.
" I think I heard something like a screech." He says.
"Ooh it's jus some foot tapping." I say with an unfamiliar conviction.
"Huh?" An awkward momentary silence passes by.
" Sorry, you missed school." He says as if trying to strike up a confab to lighten the gloomy mood prevailing over us. His curt hands are still busy on the PC and the glinting screen-light reflects from his devilish black-pupil eyes.
"No big deal." I mutter.
" Would you mind telling me about your school? .... for the time being."
"No, I don't mind at all. And really our school is quite unique especially late at night or extremely early in the morning." I say with a mysterious and sly grin.
" What do you mean by that ?" He raises his thick eyebrows , finally looking up. I chuckle internally.
" It's a long story." I say , still putting on a mysterious ruminative front.
"But I like long stories. " He tee-hees.
"You better think twice . I also see you've got a lot of work ."
" Aah , you're talking about this small piece of task." He gestures at his PC , " don't worry I'll be done in a minute."
" Ok , I won't stand on ceremony them . But ! Precautions first . Else you jump off your seat in shock." I warn.
" Ok big boy ." He chuckles .
" So our school seems like it is haunted in some way . I mean it's eerie. " I say while holding my chin.
"What do you mean?" He asks , puzzled.
"Simple, " I say. " It is full of negative aura , negative energy and scary sounds of demons always permeate in the air, especially during early mornings."
"Do you mean the bloodsucking Jakachinja?"He says in a horrified tone as he jumps up from his desk causing irritable squeaking. I gnash my teeth in an attempt to hide my annoyance . I can't believe that a dignified inspector can freak out and jump like a frog at the mention of this measly bloodthirsty gang . Was I underestimating this gang or what.....
I still think that it is overrated for such a measly gang to instill dread and fear in this county that no one dares to prattle about it carelessly.
"Yeah what is it?" I ask between crease brows.
"Ooh Um , you see.." Before the words can escape out of his mouth ,a wry faced brunet stomps in with an off hand gait. He looks more like a lumberjack. I muse as I try to avoid his piercing eyes that seemed to pry into me.
" Ooh , How are you Doctor Martinson?"
Doctor!!! . What the heck? I nearly hollered like a madman. This was unbelievable. How can a doctor dress like this? Denim jacket, ripped jeans, unkempt hair though somewhat clean , and sunglasses. This wasn't typical of a professional person.
I squirm in the seat. Is this really the hypnotherapist?
"Nice to meet you Inspector Ian." He says enthusiastically as he spreads his legs suavely on the cushy chair next to me.
"So how was that autopsy you were doing yesterday? Have you managed to find something meaningful?" Inspector Ian says as he pushes his PC to the side. He supports his goatee with his hands chafed with age.
"An autopsy conducted on their bodies reveals something really egregious. It says that a bullet has lodged on their parietal lobes and there is nay a clue. Let me give you a sample report ." Doctor Martinson says as he rummages his multicolored backpack. He fishes out a wrinkled booklet and hands it to Inspector Ian. He scans the booklet very keenly for a minute as dead silence engulfs the room.
"This...Don't you think they have altered it a bit . I mean if the post-mortem is conducted, there should be clues as to how the victim was killed . No trails of their fingerprints, no hints of murder . This is gross." Inspector Ian finally erupts completely oblivious of his loud pitch that sent ear-splitting echoes across the walls of the Conference room.
"I think we shouldn't rely on this Branch of Hospital in lest they feed us with shenanigans and false data. Remember you are our only informant and we don't want any hiccups arising. "
"Yes Inspector." Doctor Martinson says, his streaked face dull and indecipherable.
"Have a look at this child." Inspector Ian points his index finger at me. It seems they almost forgot about me. Luckily they didn't.
"Ooh the drugged boy?" He asks , his eyes showing a glint that said ; what a very ill patient.
I don't know whether to cry or laugh but it feels demeaning yet humorous.
"Yeah , I want you to do some hypnotherapy on him." Inspector Ian says.
"Remember Inspector , it won't be a one time thing." Doctor Martinson says through furrowed forehead as his eyes seems to dance on every part of my body. Is this really a doctor or a dumbass?
I doubt his capability even though he is going to treat me or something like that , for a period of time.
"What's your name boy?"
"Jeff Chris." I respond in an edgy tone.
"Jeff, the first step of this treatment is getting to know you , your antecedents and biography." He says as a large book from the top of the cupboard flits through the air and lands on his lap. I nearly jump in fright. Telekinesis? I have never seen such an overrated ability. I thought it only existed in legends and myths but never had I thought I will see it with my eyes.
"Relax." He says sternly but I notice a hint of softness mixed with fear and reverence in his voice.
"You have to record your biography in this book." He says conversationally. " This is because I have noticed a special ability in you. You weren't just drugged by a mere ketamine drug but by a transcendental magic-absorbing spirit pill."
"What is that?" I ask with genuine confusion. What is this doctor talking about?
Prattling on about his professionalism and expertise...
"It is a pill formed by Soul-eaters who are the so-called Jakachinja to absorb power from human beings with special abilities."
"Huh ! So what's my ability doctor?" I smile goofily getting more and more engrossed in his incredible mythological stories.
"I can't tell you . If I tell you then you have to be my Disciple and I , your Duke ." He says with a very serious tone. " Besides your ability is on a divine level. It shouldn't be revealed by a mortal unless the mortal is your Duke."
What the heck is wrong with this doctor? Is this a therapy session or a lecture on legends and myths?
Even though, I am getting more and more interested in what he is talking about, I have to admit I was also getting confused the more.
Are these really folklores he is telling me?
If they were really folklores, why else will the
Jakachinja roam Oyugis killing and maiming people, leaving not a speck of blood behind?
" You're probably wondering why I'm telling you all these. Let me tell you." Doctor Martinson snuggles in the seat and wears the gravest of faces. " I am a seeker stemming from the Skysource dimension sent to Earthsource to seek for the lost son of Evil Terminator king. There had been an intense battle fivescore years ago between the legendary Damian Mercan , the Blood-eater god, and our master which led to the Blood-eaters being defeated and bailed out of Skysource."
Really, what is he talking about?
I can't even distinguish reality from fantasy in what he was talking about. I have the urge to tell him that I am a warm-blooded human being hailing from planet earth created by God, the one and only .However , I have to restrain myself. Maybe he has read so much of folklores and all that stuff, right? Until he lost some sense of reality or contracted some brain disorder.
"Don't let your mind wander , my lord." A distinct calm voice resonates in my ear and I jerk out of my reverie only to realize that I am in a vast expanse of a vacuum with a yellow backdrop where a blinding figure of a man emerges. I hear the maddening spluttering of my heart in my chest as my knees nearly give away due to sudden exhaustion that engulfs me.
"You're in another dimension my lord." The figure's face is hidden but I knew it was a man due to it's hoarse baritone voice.