"You?" Edward said shockingly.
"Yes, sir it's me, Alessio," Alessio replied.
"But how did you... he?"
He looked at him and his eyes widened he asked him in an ambivalent tone and then asked facing Samuel while pointing at Alessio. Edward was shocked because Samuel told him that Alessio was dead when they were in the prison because of Edmondson. Je reacted as if he has sent a ghost in front of him. Edward averted his gaze from Alessio again and rubbed his own eyes to get out of this delusion. But no matter how hard he rubbed but there was no illusion, Alessio was standing alive in front of him. He went towards Alessio and touched his arm in disbelief,
"I am real sir." He replied while smiling.
"Huh? Yeah..... yeah.....I...I know." He looked at him shockingly but tried to cover it up.
"You do?" Samuel simpered at Edward.
"Yes I do, I was just confused." He shrugged his shoulders
"Really? " I squeezed my eyes.
"Yes," he said quickly in a loud voice.
"You are scared of ghosts right?" I asked mischievously.
"No, I'm not what are you talking about." He hesitated.
"Oh behind you." I pointed behind him and he shivered in fear.
"What the? " He said loudly then he sighed in relief.
"Hahaha hahaha, you got scared." I laughed so hard.
"Samuel you almost gave me a heart attack, I mean no Ugh!" Edward said.
"Hahaha hahaha." I kept on laughing and he got teased even more. Then he gave me a deadly look as if he would kill me how so I coughed off my laugh and became serious again, a personal question, you guys found it funny too right?
"By the way how on earth are you alive blonde, young man?" he asked Alessio who was laughing secretly while looking at his condition.
"That is a long story." He coughed and said.
"Indeed it is," I said and the scene zoomed in my eye to that day,
" Flashback:
Alessio no, wake up, please.
Alessio was dying in my arms, his heartbeat was fading.
Alessio.
I tried to rub his pains so that he could wake up, but it was of no use.
Bye Mr Samuel-
No Alessio.
It was too late Alessio's hand fell on the floor lifeless, his breathing stopped, and his heartbeat was gone. I looked at him, my mouth was opened wide, my face had a shocked expression, and the tear in my left eye just stopped there, the time stopped. I put my trembling hand on his face to check his breath. When I felt nothing on my hand, I...I couldn't think of anything my mind went blank by seeing his pale body covered half in blood and lying lifelessly, my eyes were wide open and pearl tears in them trembled in trauma. I jerked back stupefied and sat down away from him. What just happened? How he can die? Why this happened out of the blue? Why did he die at such a young age? After living such a painful life he ends up having an agonising death too.
This is all my fault, all my fault if I hadn't brought me with him for meeting that vile man, If I had brought his dad justice, if I never did it then he might be alive. What a pathetic loser I am. AHHHHHHHHH! I screamed my lungs out in agony and kept crying helplessly pouring my heart out like a thunderous waterfall crushing the mountain vigorously in sorrow. An Officer came and said,
Keep it low you fool! Ugh, how many dirt-poor sores we have to bear! He said in a contemptuous tone spitting at us from the bars. Suddenly my sadness converted into extreme anger, I clenched my fist so hard that my nails tore my skin. I averted my glare at him.
What are you looking at punk? Lower your gaze you freak! He screamed at me. I tried to control my anger, but a vein popped out of my forehead, my eyes widened with anger, and the blood in my veins boiled vigorously, I got up and went rushing towards him to kill him. I grabbed his collar and banged him against the bars,
Do not dare to say anything from your foul mouth or I will kill you with my own hands!
I yelled and grabbed his neck to choke him to death in my rage. My eyes were filled with resentment and I gritted my teeth in enmity. His men from behind him came to free him from my strong hands, they struggled to get him away as they were pulling him back I kept tightening my grip. His pupils were almost out of his eyes, his mouth opened to escape from this suffocation, he struggled to breathe, his eyes, nose and lips turned blue and a wheezing noise came from the back of his throat. My grip tightened, the veins on my muscles popped up, my eyes showed how much I was determined to kill him, my face trembled in anger and I tightly gritted my teeth, I was so angry as if I had lost my sanity.
Leave him you punk! The other men screamed and yelled at me they even hit their batons on my hand ruthlessly and my arms started to bleed but I didn't loosen my grasp. One of them seeing my determination took his pistol from his waistband and shot at my arm. The blood came splashing out, I still held hid neck unbothered. He shot again thrice on my arms to loosen my grip but I still didn't leave his neck although my hand was killing me in the pain, he then shot at my leg. My fingers loosened suddenly I fell back into the prison while the Officer was on the floor lifeless outside the bars. The other officers tried to perform chest compression to save him, but he still didn't regain consciousness. An ambulance siren was heard stating its arrival, They took him in the ambulance as fast as they can, there was chaos everywhere in the police station, the sirens were ringing, Officer was going on the stretcher, Other constables and officers were rushing here and there in the police station. Everything was in slow motion for me colourless, I saw everything with a blank face.
Suddenly, I heard a man's voice and looked at him. He was the man who arrested Alessio earlier, he was a man in nearly his 50s.
Hey! Hey! Get him out of here!
Huh?
Quick get the boy out or he will die.
Who are you? I asked him but he ignored me. He opened the locker and came inside.
We need to take him to the hospital as soon as possible or he will die, Quick be Quick! He ordered me and lend Alessio on his back, I tried to help him but I can't.
Come I will help you both get out of here. He got Alessio and me out of there, from the back door of the kitchen as everyone was so busy to notice us. We went through the dark streets of London, our blood was dripping continuously. I struggled to walk due to the injury in my leg. He was rushing like a 20-year-old boy despite his late age.
Do not worry my son's clinic is not that far!
But you were saying that you would take him to the hospital, where are you going?
We can't go to the hospital as it would be filled with police at the moment. My son is a doctor he will treat him well, just keep following me.
Are you sure that he will be able to treat him, sir?
Yes, he will just keep walking.
After some time we reached a clinic, it was not a very luxurious one but it was looking calm and pleasant from its exterior. I hoped for the best and stepped inside the clinic, when I stepped inside it was a completely different scenario. Nurses were rushing everywhere, the receptionist was as busy as ever, patients had occupied all the beds, and it seemed like a well-known hospital. A doctor in his 20s was checking patients determinedly and carried a continuous smile on his good-looking face. He was talking to every patient and nurse kindly.
The old man laid Alessio on the hospital's bed when we entered people looked at us with frightened gazes because we were soaked in blood. Soon the man called that charming doctor,
Son come here quick to check this boy! The doctor looked at his father and his eyes widened seeing us covered in blood. He came rushing towards us and checked Alessio's pulse and breathing first, but there was no sign of either. He called out to the nurse and start giving him chest compression, I kept looking at Alessio's pale and lifeless body, the only thing I hoped and prayed for at that time constantly in my heart was for Alessio to regain his breath. He kept on giving him chest compressions, nurses were helping him, they were to save him and he was fighting between life and death. He kept doing them again and again and again, but Alessio didn't respond. We all backed off, and I stood there completely flabbergasted I was frozen like ice, and I didn't know what to do. The doctor was panting heavily and he stopped the compressions hopelessly and backed off. I went near Alessio and tear rolled down my cheek, my mouth opened and my hand was trembling when I touched his young innocent face.
I am sorry sir, He is no longer with us.
NO, NO, he can't leave yet no! No, he won't die. I started giving him chest compressions vigorously and was crying continuously, I still hoped for him to live. How can he die? No, he can not, he can not before he fulfils his promise to his family to vengeance for his father from that demon.
Wake up ALESSIO WAKE UP! I gave him a forceful compression. Suddenly, Alessio took in a deep breath and his eyes opened wide. He opened his eyes and won this battle between life and death. I suddenly was shocked and smiled in hope and extreme happiness. The prayers had been answered, the beam of hope has lit, and he has been reincarnated.
You woke up.
I said in an extreme happy tone, but Alessio was too weak to say anything so he just nodded and simply smiled through his pain at me. The doctor came in front of me and checked Alessio. He checked his wound along with his staff started treating him, they took him to another room and said me to go out and wait. I insisted upon being there but they said that I am making it difficult for them to work, he is alive they just need to dress his wounds so I went outside and sat on the chair. Beside me came the old man and sat, he said in a kind tone,
He will be fine so don't worry much, my son Daniel told me.
Hmm, can I ask you something, sir?
Yes, you my son.
Why did you save him?
Him?
Yes.
This is not my only son and you're not the only one who was being sued due to injustice.
Did something happen to you too?
Yes, I had another son his name was Peter who was sued because of some corrupt officers.
What happened to him?
He was six years old and at that time we were poor, really poor that I was unable to feed my children. There came a day when Daniel was crying due to hunger, I went outside to get something for them. As I was away my son, Peter went outside after he couldn't bear to see his 6-month-old brother crying. He went into a bakery and asked for bread when the baker refused he took the bread and ran off the street the baker screamed behind him to stop him but he didn't. Suddenly he crashed into a police officer, and that officer asked him, what he was doing. Before he could answer the baker came from behind yelling that he is a thief who stole bread from his bakery and was getting away from it. The corrupt ones suddenly became the lawmakers for the poor and sentenced him to death. When I came back to see my sons carrying so much food to eat, I heard a gunshot in the market and went there hastily, before I was my six-year-old son soaked in blood.
Huh? I looked at him with a shocked expression.
Yes, it did happen. When I saw this boy today he reminded me of my poor son as he resembled him. I thought that I had seen my son again being grown up into a handsome man. When you both were trying to prove yourselves the shine of truth was evident in your eyes, that is the reason I saved both of you.
Thank you, sir, thank you very much we can't repay you ever."
"Ahh, poor man got in the grasp of corrupts."
"Indeed."
"But how did he hide for so long? And how did you heal? Where were you these past two months?"