His Paradox

Ngh, it hurts.

It hurts, IT HURTS!

I fell asleep in the tub again? This pain is worse than last time.

While trying to massage his head to relieve him of his pain, Sol discovered a hole on each side of his head with blooding rapidly gushing out.

WHAT!

Slowly opening his eyes, it wasn't long until the realization kicked in. The wooden tub that was supposed to be filled with bluish water, was instead dyed deep red. Panicking Sol was about to spring up, but how could he? Extreme dizziness and weakness finally caught up to him. 

Creak.

Looking at the sound, Sol's face froze before quickly changing to one of horror. A menacing figure was by the bathroom door, covered in a robe with a color so dark; it seems to be from the void, along with a deep set of red glowing eyes with a gun in its hand, possibly staring at him with a look of deep sorrow, regret, or frustration?

"Who are you?"

No response.

"Why would you try to kill me?"

No response again.

Before Sol could ask another question, the figure slowly shifted out of the door, before being gone from Sol's view. Using the remaining energy in his body all Sol could just say is "No! Don't go!" But to no avail, the figure didn't bother listening, as if it didn't just murder someone. Filled with rage, Sol wanted to rush up to demand answers, but how could he? His breath was slowly dissipating.

Until it finally ceased all at once…

***

"Captain, a lot of dried blood was found in the bedroom, but little in the bathtub, it's possible he was beaten here, then dragged to the bathtub for some reason. I'll send someone to sample the blood."

"Captain, I asked several civilians living in this area and they didn't see anyone leave or enter this house yesterday. His name is Solkan and they say he was a gentlemen with a friendly personality. This most likely isn't a suicide."

"Well, people are good at hiding their actual feelings so I wouldn't 100% rely on this-"

Before the three could piece the information they just found, they heard a deep gasp coming from the tub.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed a girl with long, luscious black hair, and beautiful gray eyes who seems to be in her early twenties.

"HOW ARE YOU ALIVE?!?" 

Noticing the presence of two strangers Sol wanted to scream at the two strangers for trespassing, but before he could do that, he noticed the dried blood stains on his hands, and the question "how are you alive" ringing in his mind over and over again. Clutching his head in agony, and screaming in pain, fragments of yesterday's event entered his memory. 

Agh! That's right, that thing!

"WHERE IS THAT THING!" screamed Sol at the two strangers. Caught off guard, the strangers looked at Sol confusedly thinking that this man was like a cursed corpse, drawing and aiming their gun at Sol.

Seeing the gun aimed at him, Sol could only quickly raise his arms and shiver at the sight of the gun, especially from someone already shooting him once. "Wait wait! I'm a human, I swear, I don't know how or why I'm still alive but I swear. Oh for Mother's sake not again!" Hearing that last line, the guards looked at each other and lowered their weapons, still with wary faces.. 

Phew. Sol, who just barely managed to survive, almost died a second time. 

"But how are you alive? And what do you mean by that "thing"?" The one asking the question is a tall man with jet-black hair, wearing glasses with a handsome face as well. 

"I don't know how I survived either, I thought I died, and that thing was the one that killed me. I originally thought it was a man, but that thing had glowing red eyes. What kind of human has that? But who are you guys?"

"Apologies for the late introduction, my name is Amon and her name is Lucy, we are the guards and we were on a walk until we smelled death- a corpse here, so we came rushing in. "

What a scammer, death, a corpse? Does he think he's a dog? Does he sell talismans too? 

"Please don't point that thing at me again, that bastard shot me through the skull with it!"

"A gun? There is a hole in the tub, but no bullet. Looks like he took the bullet with him, but why? Was he afraid that we would track him down with it?"

Grinding his teeth, Sol knew that it would be tough to track down his killer, but he was going to do it. He will make sure to avenge himself and give that "bastard" a painful death. Putting aside this matter for now, Sol asked the date only to realize that he was only "dead" for a day. The date is currently Jan 13, 1206, following Mother's calendar, which has 15 months and 459 days. 

Looking below, he just noticed that a piece of cloth was the only thing saving him from turning completely red. Lucy, noticing his predicament tossed him some extra clothes. Sol thought it was weird for someone to just have men's clothes, especially when they are a woman, but dismissed his thoughts, thinking that people have hobbies that they enjoy. 

***

Moving to the living room, Sol explained how he doesn't have any idea of who the person is, or why he killed him. But one thing that Sol overlooked was that the blood was mixed in with the water, and when he woke up, it was still blue.

"Oh, one thing I forgot to mention, that gun didn't look normal, it had six spots instead of the usual one." Unbeknown to Sol, there are three people in the room, not just two, and while the other two guards were confused, the third person wore a look of shock on his face.

Lucy still confused but about a different topic said, "If I'm correct, you said you were shot, I examined your body and didn't find any injuries."

Slamming his hands on his desk, he shouted, "What! How is that possible, I was shot in the head right here-", before Sol could finish his sentence, he was trying to find the wound on his head, but to no avail, not even a scar was left behind to remind him of his tragedy. 

"I don't doubt that you may have been plotted against since I examined you in the tub, and you were basically dead. It's possible that instead of someone being in the bathtub, you were hallucinating it due to eating some sort of forbidden substance."

"No! The pain I felt was far greater than just being an hallucination, I swear I felt the pain right here-"

THWACK!

Before Sol could finish his sentence, he was struck in the head by a long brown cane, causing blood to rapidly pour. 

"Captain!" the guards both shouted simultaneously. A deep sigh can be heard from the man with dark gray hair.

"Amon, Lucy, this poor boy... let's go back to the headquarters".

"Yes sir!" Amon and Lucy replied instantly.

After carrying Sol for a bit, Adam checked Sol's head and noticed that the blood that was supposed to be located there was nowhere to be found, neither was his wound.

This really confirms it, Adam thought to himself.

May Mother bless his soul.

He's cursed.