Morgan fainted. Charles said, "I'm Charles and he's Morgan." They began walking.
"Why's he on your back?"
"He was shot."
"What shall we do now?"
"Follow me. We'll go to Interpol Island and get both of you registered. You see, he's a newbie like you."
"Uh, okay. So, why did you save me anyway?"
"It would be a waste to let such a youth like you die. Especially because you have soul ability, just like Morgan."
"Well, that's true but I'm not getting any of this. Why am I being saved out of the blue? Your reasoning is not satisfactory. "
"I don't know any more of it. I'm just telling you what I know. Besides, you're my student, I'm not yours. So, stop being irritating and just do as I say."
"Man, you don't need to get so worked up. Just chill. I won't ask more. Except for one last question."
"What is it?"
"Where was this guy shot? I don't see any injuries on him."
Charles explained the whole case. Stacy said, "MS-16 bullets are just too dangerous. I'll operate his soul right now. Or he'll die."
"I didn't know you could do that." Charles laid Morgan down. Stacy touched Morgan's left leg with all his fingers. He moved his fingers, feeling every inch of Morgan's leg.
After a while, his fingers stopped. He gathered all his fingers at a point and pressed that point for a while. He closed his eyes. A blue aura was visible from his fingers.
Charles thought, "Such focus, such stability, this guy sure is good at his work."
Suddenly, he pulled Morgan's skin. But instead of skin, Morgan's soul of left leg was being pulled. Stacy was separating Morgan's soul from his body.
When the left leg was out, the bullet was visible. The soul of his left leg was a lot thinner. Normally, the soul and body are equal. In serious cases, the soul could go half the size.
But it was too much. His leg's soul was thin, cylindrical shaped with a diameter of 1 cm. It was like a wooden stick that could be broken by bare hands.
The bullet was inside the soul. Stacy pulled out the bullet, tearing half of the remaining soul of Morgan. Stacy grabbed the soul and slowly and gently, put it back inside the body.
Stacy handed the bullet to Charles. Stacy was sweating, even in this cold. He wiped his sweat. They continued the walk, Charles carrying Morgan on his back.
After what seemed like forever, they reached the station. They rested for a while and waited for the rest of the time, about a day before the train came.
The two-day train took them back to Eternal City. They entered a hotel and checked in. All this time, Morgan was out unconscious. Stacy told Charles that Morgan would wake up after a day more.
It was afternoon. Some hours had passed since they had checked in. Stacy had turned the AC down to the lowest temperature and was still on the vest and thin shorts.
The room had 3 small-sized beds, a TV in front of the beds, a table and 3 chairs, a drawer beside the door, and an attached bathroom. Stacy was sitting on one of the chairs. He was writing on an A4 size paper.
***
Dear Cony,
I am currently in a hotel at Eternal City and will stay here for a few more days or so. I am with two Interpol agents. I can't say about much later but for some time, I don't plan on coming back.
I am safe here and you don't need to worry about me. I know, you must be sad. But I can't stay in the village anymore. They consider me as a demon. They are thirst for my blood. If it were not for Interpol, I would be dead now.
I will certainly meet you soon. But, don't expect any more letters from me for some days. Be sure to send a reply.
-Stacy
***
Stacy folded the paper and took out a lighter. He crushed the paper and held it in his left hand. He closed his eyes and felt his fingers for a while. A faint blue aura was visible on the fingers of the hand that held the paper.
He lit the paper. The paper burned, leaving out a faint smell of rose perfume. He held the paper even when the fire touched his skin. He let the paper burn completely.
After the process was completed, Stacy opened his eyes and looked at his burned fingers as if he felt no pain at all. He thought, "She will get this letter soon. I'm feeling much better now. I hope she replies soon."
He lay down on the bed in the middle and closed his eyes. After a minute, he was fast asleep. Morgan was sleeping on the window-side bed. His left leg was bound by plaster and tubes were inserted inside his left leg.
The leg rested on a cushion and a whole setup was prepared for restoring his leg. From the moment Morgan got unconscious, his soul was in a half-dead state. It wasn't alive. But it didn't want to die. He had a strong urge to live.
He was inside in complete darkness, lost in thoughts. He felt like he was flying into space with no aid or any way to get back. All he could do was look upon himself and think.
Why did he want to live so much? What purpose did he even have? A person would want to live for many things. Some were afraid to die. Some wanted to earn money and enjoy a lot. Some just wanted to have sex over and over again. Some wanted to spend quality time with their loved ones. Some wanted to explore the world and enjoy endless adventures.
Some craved to follow their passion. There were many other reasons to live for anyone. But he wanted none of that. He was in a state where he felt no desire for dopamine bursts. He wished no happiness.
He had gone insane. He was getting weirder and weirder. His personality was changing a lot. One could say that joining Interpol and going through a sudden change might have changed him so much. But this certainly wasn't the case.
He was broken down from the inside. The wound of his family's death was just too much. He had to suffer the loss of loved ones at the age of 15. He had lived alone for years. He had to quit his dreams to live.
He didn't ever want to live such a worthless life. But everything he tried to kill himself, he remembered the last words of his mother. She said to him, "Sorry son... I never thought this day would come. They killed us all... but, you're alive. Live, son and someday, take revenge. That's my last wish... I don't care how you live... but, live, live as long as possible."
To be Continued...