Grato's pov
I arrived home late after having a long evening with my friends. Yes you heard me right, I HAVE FRIENDS. I can't live my life in loneliness and besides they are cool people.
All I wanted was a nice bath but I had to attend to some stuffs yet again.
I moved towards a room filled with books - my library. It doesn't have a passcode so anyone could enter but certainly find only books.
But in the real Sense, it was more like a secret crime room than a library....
Entering the room, I looked around. The shelves were like Towers reaching the ceiling of the building. Books lined up in groups and a wide space to read too. I smiled and split the curtains open. Bright lights reflected leaving the once dark room transparent.
From the left window, I could see the high church Tower some miles away. Those comforting bells too....
I walked between shelves until I got to a particular one. Taking out a book, a little machine attached to the shelf was in front of me.
After imputing a secret code, the shelf made a rumbling sound as it turned, revealing a secret door. I walked in to meet a dim lighted room.
There were two large couches on both ends and a center wooden table. Everything in the room was made of fine woods including the floor designs.
Hands in my pockets, I walked towards a large cupboard which had some utensils like cups and plates on it. I usually eat here since I spend most of my time in here.
The cupboard contained very important details on every person I've ever killed.
I opened the last drawer and took out a cell phone. It looked old since I've used it for years. It contained information on my dirty jobs sent by my clients.
Scrolling down my inbox, I saw a message from Drake. He had texted me.
Just kill the killer.
I coughed. Did he suddenly have a Change of mind? Maybe he realized the killer was no match for me....
(Flash back....)
When I had visited drake about the job some days ago. He asked that I find this killer person.
"That lady he killed is my prey. I'm meant to her myself. I just want to know if I can be partners with him, he could be of help." Old drake replied a scornful stare on his face.
I smiled - a devilish smile. It sounded fun - finding the killer of his prey so that he can do business with him. Really? Does he think I'm a fool? This old man!
I actually thought he asked me to find the killer because he wanted to use him against me and not do any so called business. Since I was stubborn, he maybe wanted to trick me into finding someone that he would use in getting rid of me - the talented killer.
But on receiving this message, I think he has realized the fact that I can't be eliminated by just anyone. Now he wants me to kill the killer...
Sounds fun.
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Andria's pov
I eat my noodles slowly and hated the fact that I couldn't stop seeing his face.
Gosh! Did he maybe bewitched me or something?
This is crazy! I've never felt this way before and trust me I don't like this new feeling either.
That guy at the coffee shop must have done something bad to my mind. This is a bad Omen.
I angrily stood up and dashed towards my revenge board. That should be the only thing on my mind.
Taking out a small stool, I sat in front of the board, my noddles on my laps.
I still have more 2 kills to go and all these would be over. But it troubles me that these last kills won't be easy.
I should take a break for now. The police are at my neck and I can't let myself be caught. Things would turn out terrible if I don't complete this mission and I would definitely return as a ghost to torment them.
Anyways, the photos were arranged in a hierarchical form with mother's photo at the top. After all she was the reason for all these....I glanced at Talon's glued photo, my last prey.
I grin appeared on my face as I ate the last noddle in my plate.
I should get some sleep. Tomorrow is gonna be a great day...
Really? I still have hope for tomorrow...
What more bad stuffs could happen than seeing this weird handsome guy in my dream?
Fuck tomorrow!