As the drama he was enjoying went into commercial, Victor stretched his body and involuntarily glanced at the clock on the wall. "Hmmm…?"
Feeling surprised at the sight, he couldn't help but lean forward while his brows raised slightly. "What the heck…"
"I didn't expect that a lot of time had gone by without even realizing," Victor mumbled, couldn't believe that the time was already 8:30 AM.
"I guess I was really enjoying that drama a bit too much," Victor chuckled, looking back at the TV and saw that the commercial was currently showing some sneak peek about some new drama that will appear next week.
Earlier, while scrolling through the different channels after losing interest in the next match that was shown, he stumbled upon a pretty interesting Korean drama and continued to watch it out of curiosity after seeing some pretty interesting scenes.
"Honestly, I didn't expect to be binging almost the entire series." He sighed, leaning back against the backrest.
Growl~
"Oh man, my stomach's growling like a hungry wolf," Victor groaned, rubbing his belly. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he groaned for a few seconds before gazing at his kitchen. "What should I make in the meantime?"
"Hmmmm…. Pancakes? Nah, too much cleanup. Cereal? Nah, it's too boring. Oatmeal? No, that's even more boring." Victor muttered, drumming his fingers on the table.
After a moment, Victor lets out a frustrated groan for being unable to make up his mind and gets up from the chair. "Let's just see what I have in the fridge."
After he stepped into the kitchen and turned the lights on, Victor quickly approached the fridge. When he opened it, the first thing he saw was the eggs on the shelf. "How about eggs?"
"Scrambled eggs would be nice." Victor mused at the thought as he felt that scrambled eggs that were made using a couple of eggs paired with something like a glass of orange juice would sound nice but quickly changed his mind at the last moment.
"Nah, I'm too lazy to bother turning on the stoves," Victor said, shaking his head and continuing rummaging through the shelves, pushing aside containers of leftover takeout and tins of condensed milk.
After rummaging through the fridge for a few minutes, Victor slammed the door shut with a heavy sigh. With his hands crossed against each other, he then groaned, "Ughhh, there's a lot of stuff in the fridge but nothing really caught my eye."
"Hmmm...what to do? What to do?" He uttered, leaning against the fridge while his eyes stared absentmindedly at the air before rubbing his temples. "I guess I could just order something, but that would take forever."
"Maybe I should just go out and grab something," Victor muttered, scratching his head. "Yeah, that sounds like a plan."
"Plus It's not even ten yet. I have plenty of time to grab a bite and maybe even take a nice walk to clear my mind." He muttered, glancing at the clock before heading out of the kitchen, and going toward the living room.
After grabbing his phone and slipping it into his pocket, Victor then picked up the remote and turned off the TV before grabbing his wallet and few other things that were in his bedroom.
"Now for the lights," Victor muttered, walking toward the light switch after leaving his bedroom and flicking it off causing the living room to plunge into darkness, with the only light coming from the hallway. "Alright, time to hit the road."
With a final glance around the room, he made his way to the door. Along the way, he reached for all of his keys on the key holder and fumbled around until he found them.
"Finally, found them," he mumbled, jingling the right keys in his hand before double-checking everything that he had on hand and in his pocket. "Wallet, money, phone, keys, pistol, membership card....everything is here"
"Alright, time to head out," he said, walking toward the door and unlocking it after slipping on his sneakers. As he stepped out into the hallway, a cool breeze brushed against his skin and he quickly took a deep breath.
"Ah, fresh air," he sighed, stretching his arms. He closed the door behind him, making sure it was locked. "Hmm, what should I grab? Maybe some breakfast burritos? Or maybe a nice, greasy burger? Nah, too heavy for breakfast."
As he walked down the hallway, he couldn't help but let out a sigh followed by a smile on his lips. "Guess I'll just wing it."
As he arrived at the elevator, Victor tapped the button, his foot tapping impatiently on the floor. The doors slid open with a soft ding, and he stepped in, pressing the button for the ground floor.
The elevator soon hummed as it closed, Victor soon found himself lost in thought. He still couldn't shake the feeling of unease from that nightmare, a shadow lingering in the back of his mind. Why now? After all these years, why was it resurfacing? He tried to shrug it off, to dismiss it as just a dream, a fleeting moment of the subconscious. But the lingering unease wouldn't budge.
Victor's gaze drifted to the floor as the elevator descended, his mind still occupied by the dream. He replayed the scene in his head, the vivid details, the raw emotions. It was as if he was reliving the horror all over again.
"Focus, man," he muttered, shaking his head while scratching his head. "It's just a dream. A bad one, but a dream nonetheless and"
"Whatever the reason is, I better off stop dwelling on it," he decided, taking a deep breath. "It's not doing me any good."
- o - o - o - o - o - o - o - o - o -
Meanwhile, a man with light brown hair, Marco, cruised down the empty highway. Dressed in a faded pair of well-worn jeans, a soft, well-loved t-shirt, and a comfortable, slightly oversized denim jacket. Behind the wheel, he wore rectangular glasses that framed his thoughtful blue eyes.
The rhythmic hum of the engine provided a soothing backdrop to him who was lost in thought, replaying the scene where he had just entered his bedroom, damp hair being wiped with a towel, and saw a book on the table shining brightly.
During that moment, Marco quickly dashed to the brightly shone book and as the moment his finger touched the cover, it flipped open to a certain part of the book. From what he can see, the part that was opened specifically belonged to Victor Gabriel and was full of his life story journey with some parts being crossed out.
"Finally," Marco muttered, a grin spreading across his face while his eyes glued to the road ahead. He can still feel the high adrenaline that appeared from the unexpected bomb that was dropped out of nowhere running until now.
"For five years…Five freaking years," Marco exclaimed, bursting into laughter. "Can you believe it? I have been waiting five whole years for this kind of moment."
Every day before going to bed, Marco always looks at his journal, hoping for some kind of clue or miracle that can help him after he found out that Victor's life story had been going strong yet also pretty stagnated due to not having any kind of ending when he first accepted the task.
This was considered an incomplete tale and the worst part was that the higher-ups in the organisation couldn't even properly perceive what is the reason for this matter to happen causing it to be categorised as an indefinite grade.
"When I finally go back to headquarters, I'll definitely enjoy kicking that bastard's ass for tricking me into this." Marco then muttered, the morning sun glinting off his sunglasses as he planned all the things he wanted to do when everything was over.
Grumble~
But out of nowhere, his stomach growled loudly, reminding him about his needs and with a quick glance at his watch, he felt his heart sink.
"Crap, there's still ten minutes left," he groaned, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. From what he knows, this time around the traffic was already starting to thicken, and the usual smooth flow of the morning commute was turning into a sluggish crawl. "I still have some time but I gotta hustle."
But then, the harsh reality kicked in and it was of course…Heavy traffic.
It was like the universe was taunting him with a lot of emotional challenges. Car horns blared like an angry orchestra, punctuated by the occasional curse word from an impatient driver floating on the wind.
"Great," Marco muttered, his enthusiasm waning. "Just what I needed. A heavy terrible traffic jam."
With a very sharp gaze, Marco tried to find a detour, but it was like being trapped in a metal sardine can. He then glanced at the map app on his phone, trying to find an alternate route. Unfortunately, nothing looked promising.
"Ugh, this is very ridiculous," Marco grumbled. A wave of frustration washed over him. He took a deep breath and even reached for his water bottle. He took a long swig, trying to calm his nerves.
Just as he was about to give up and resign himself to his predicament, a flash of something caught his eye. A car, out of control. It was heading straight for him. His blood ran cold.
"WHAT THEEE HHHHEEELLLLLLL!?!"
To Be Continued