"Finally, I can see Anya after six long months."
"She has even stopped replying to my messages; she must be angry with me for not visiting her for the last six months."
Marx Coleman, a second-year university student, was returning home after a long time to surprise his Lover and his parents, whom he hadn't seen in a very long time.
After getting off the train, he booked a cab and headed towards his lover's house with a box of chocolates in his hands. "These are Anya's favourites."
With a smile on his face, he rang the doorbell, but no one came. He was expecting his Lover to run towards the door as she usually did, but after ringing the bell for almost a minute, her mother opened the door.
"Marx? You're here!" Instead of a smile, Marx saw a surprised look on her face, as she hadn't expected him to return.
"Hello, Aunt! Where's Anya?" Marx glanced inside the house but didn't see Anya, which surprised him, so he decided to ask her mother.
"She's not in the house," her mother replied, closing the door in front of Marx face which confused him. "Wait Aunt!" He stopped the closing door with his hands.
Suddenly a manly voice came from inside, "Who is at the Door?" voice of Anya's father came from inside, "No one, someone is asking for address." Saying this she forced to close the door again.
Which angered Marx, "What's the meaning of this?" he slammed the door open, as he sensed something is wrong and barged inside the house.
"Anya"
"Anya"
"Anya"
"Stop yelling, her name" her father spoke, glaring at Marx who just barged inside their house, "Leave my property and the name of my daughter from your mouth."
He gave Marx a stern warning, his big, glaring eyes a new and unsettling sight for Marx.
Marx had been in a relationship with Anya since high school, and her parents had always known about it. But this was the first time he saw this different side of them.
"Uncle, what's going on?" Marx asked, his tone firm. "Why are you treating me like some stranger? I want to meet Anya. She's stopped texting me, and now I can't even reach her. Where is she?"
Marx glared back at him, refusing to back down. He wasn't a timid person, especially since he came from a well-established family.
Previously her parents had never doubted his relationship with Anya before, but now, seeing their different side, Marx was both surprised and worried.
Anya's father didn't flinch and pulled an old-style shotgun from the showcase on the wall, pointing it at Marx. "I said leave my property and never set foot here again," he growled. "Or I won't hesitate to pull the trigger."
Marx looked at him, dumfounded, as if he were some kind of criminal. All he wanted to do was see his lover, but the reaction from her parents made him feel like he was some trespasser.
Turning back to Anya's mother, Marx pleaded, "Aunt, what's behind this sudden reaction? Why won't you tell me where Anya is?"
Anya's mother sighed, then spoke in a single, sorrowful breath, her eyes fixed on Marx's face. "Marx, Anya doesn't want to see you ever again. She's gone far away from your life, so it's better you stop searching for her and leave. From today onwards, there is nothing between you and Anya."
Every word from Anya's mother was like a piercing arrow to Marx, who couldn't grasp the reality.
He was at a loss, unsure if he had done something wrong, but he couldn't understand the reaction of her parents. Their words cut deep, leaving him bewildered and hurt.
Marx left their house, but he couldn't accept the outcome. He called a taxi and headed straight to the police station.
He registered his complaint and waited all day for a response, but when the officer also dismissed him, telling him to stop looking for the girl, Marx was stunned. He couldn't believe why everyone was behaving so strangely, as if they were all hiding something from him.
Devastated and drunk, Marx returned home, only to see a woman being chased by a group of people.
Already frustrated by the fact that his Lover was gone and the people around him were treating her as if she never existed, Marx's anger boiled over. He picked up a stone and threw it at the men chasing the woman.
"You mother****! Ganging up on a single woman, do you even see yourselves as men?"
Marx slurred, chugging the last sip of wine from the bottle. He then threw the bottle at the men, but his eyes widened in shock when one of them merely glared at him. Marx felt like he was staring into the eyes of a ferocious beast.
With a single flick of their finger, the bottle flew back towards Marx with incredible speed, striking him on the head and sending him crashing to the ground. Dazed and disoriented, Marx heard the men's voices.
"We've lost her, all because of this stupid human," one of them growled.
Marx felt a kick to his stomach, and he vomited blood, unsure of what they were talking about.
"Don't leave any evidence here; just leave this human. Let's return and report to the High Chief," another man said, and they left one by one.
The kick was devastating, bursting his internal organs. Marx's life began to fade as blood oozed from his mouth. With each passing second, Marx drew closer to death's door, his vision blurring as his life slipped away.
At that moment, the girl who had been running from those men returned, looking at Marx with sorrowful eyes.
She picked up a broken piece of glass and cut her fingertip, then dropped her blood into his mouth, hoping to heal him. But the moment her blood touched his lips, Marx's life force, which had been dwindling at a slow rate, vanished in an instant.
The girl's eyes widened in horror as she couldn't believe what she was seeing. This was the first time her blood hadn't worked its healing magic; instead, it had killed someone. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she left the lifeless Marx behind, her face etched with a sad reality.
Meanwhile, inside Anya's house, her father dialled a number. "Hello."
"I told you about the boy, right? He came here this morning. Though we told him to leave and forget about her, he seems persistent. He even filed a missing person's report at the police department, but thankfully, the officer in charge knew about her case and stopped him."
A voice came from the other side, "You did well to inform us about him. We've investigated him; he's just a normal person. We didn't expect him to suddenly return there, but there's nothing to worry about."
"I hope you've already warned his family. That should be enough."
"It seems he didn't visit his family and came directly to your house. You've done well. You don't have to worry; we'll take care of her."
"It's good if he accepts reality. If not, then for the sake of humanity, we won't hesitate to eliminate obstructions like him."
The man cut the call after delivering his ominous last words.