The Hero is chosen by a Demon!!!
Chapter 1: A call and a mystery
My name is Akari Jones. I am a half Japanese and a half English. I work in a call center that’s nearby my home. I live in the Baker Street, London. My life is going good I work from 9 to 5 and gets back home in 6 pm. Sometimes I just go out on a drink with my friends and return at 9 pm. On my weekend I usually watch TV and draw painting. My life is as simple as it should be. Sometimes I just wish that my life could be a little dramatic but then it seems like my life is good as it is.
Like every day I went to my work on Monday and everything was going smoothly until the phone call. At 3 pm a phone call shocked me, I heard some weird sounds at first and then suddenly a man said me in the call that I have to hurry and go to the Abby road. I asked him what happened sir can you tell me in details. Then from the call the men said me that I should hurry right now if I don’t want an innocent man to die.
After hearing his warning I get really scared and hanged up the call. My face was like a child who has just seen a ghost. After seeing my face my colleagues came to me and told me that it was just a prank call don’t worry about it. I calmed down a little bit after their condolences. The next day I was just about to leave for my office and that time I picked up my newspaper and saw that a man named Harry Edison was murdered yesterday at the Abby street at the same time when I received the call.
I get really scared when I saw the news. I immediately called my best friend Garry and told him everything. He told me to meet him after office time and said me to not worry too much. After finishing my office I met Garry at a local cafe. He asked me if I recognize the man’s voice. I replied that “No bro I don’t know any creepy guy who sounds like that”.
After hearing my answer he suggests me to notice the police about it. I refused his suggestion and told him that “Have you lost your mind Garry, I am just a normal service holder who do his work from 9 to 5, I am not going to involve myself in any murder case. Then Garry said me that I should reconsider my decision and told me that the man called you out of everyone and told you that a murder is going to happen, don’t you think it’s just not a coincidence. I told him to shut up and leaved the place immediately.
After leaving the place I was just sitting on a bench and was thinking about the mysterious phone call. After thinking for some time I felt that Garry was right I should let the police know about it. I decided that I will tell the police tomorrow. I stand up and walked toward my house.
When I entered my house I received a call from an unknown number. I picked the call and heard that creepy voice again. My hand started to shake and my voice became thin. I slowly asked him his name. He replied that “There is no need for me to know his name what I should know right now is that a living man is going to suicide by jumping from the next building of mine”. The phone felled in the floor after I heard those words.
I picked up my jacket and rushed toward the next building and climbed all the stairs of 14 floors building and at last reached the roof. As soon as I reached the floor I saw a man standing at the edge of the roof. I shouted at him and told him to come back but he just smiled at me and jumped from the roof. I couldn’t believe that a man just jumped in front of me.
I screamed as loud as possible and said to myself that why am I getting mixed up in this mystery. After listening my scream a lot of people appeared at the roof. I told them that a man just jumped from the roof and I couldn’t save him. From the crowd an old man said to me that “Are you sure you aren’t the guy who pushed him instead of saving him”. I was shocked by the fact that they were suspecting me as the criminal. I asked them “why are you suspecting me?” If you want to suspect anyone then suspect the creepy guy who called me.
After listening my words they asked me if I am sane. I told them why are you not believing me, believe me I am telling you the truth. They replied that the police will decide if I am telling the truth or a lie. They called the police and tied me with a rope. After some time the police came to the scene and arrested me as the prime suspect of the murder case of Alison Bread.
After I reached the police station they put me in a cell and told me to wait. I asked them “what am I gonna wait for” then they replied that for my hell. I understood that they are not going to leave me until I give them the answers they want. After a while an officer named Kevin Roar entered my cell and told me to stand up. I asked him “who are you?” he replied to me that there is no need for me to know to his identity. After hearing his words I remembered the creepy guy’s voice and asked him you are the one who put me in this situation am I wrong. After listening to my words he replied “No I am not the person who put you in the situation, you are the one who put yourself in this situation.”
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Who put you in this situation is not important what is important right now is that you are the prime suspect of the murder case of Alison Bread so what you should think right now is how to get out of this situation instead of blaming others. After hearing his words I felt that he is right I shouldn’t blame others right now. I made up my mind that I am going to get out of this cell and going to catch the person who put me in the situation.
After we finished our little conversation Kevin took me in the interrogation room and interrogated me till the dawn. He tortured me there and asked me several questions but what he asked me most is why I killed Alison. I answered again and again that I didn’t kill Alison but he never believed my word. When the dawn breaks in he asked me his last question and that is who is responsible for killing Alison. This time I answered him that the creepy guy is responsible for killing Alison.
After hearing my answer he sighs deeply and tells me that I asked you several questions about the murder case but you never told me that it’s not a murder case that means you also believe that it’s not a suicide. I get shocked and thought that why didn’t I told him that it’s not a murder. I felt like an idiot back there but there is nothing I can do about it right now cause a word that’s been spoken can’t be taken back.
They put me in the cell again after interrogating me. I sat in the floor and keep thinking about the death of Alison to find a clue that can help me to get out of the situation. I kept thinking and thinking until a guard gives me my lunch. I eat my lunch and felled asleep but suddenly a raven came in my cell from the little window and gave me a letter covered in blood.
I calmly opened the letter and read the letter. In the letter a man named Beelzebub told me that I have to save a girl who is going to get into an accident in the Oxford street at 4:50 pm and also told me that there is going to be a robbery at the bank of London sharp at 6:00 pm. I immediately understood that the writer of this letter is that creepy guy who mixed me up in the mystery. I said me in my mind that I always knew that since I have got the call that the guy who has been calling me is a creepy guy. But I never thought that his name is also creepy. What is this name how is it pronounced Belzubub or Beljyubub, whatever I will just call him mister B.
I don’t care anymore who is going to get killed or die I will just hand over the letter to the police and they will get the proof that I had been telling the truth and will release me. I should thank mister B for this letter. He gave me this nice letter to prove my innocence maybe he isn’t as creepy as I thought. Anyway I should just call the guard and tell him that I have got the proof to prove my innocence.
I excitedly called the guard and told him that look at this letter. He picked up the letter and told me that there is nothing to look it’s just a blank letter. I snatched the letter from him and saw that the words are all vanished. After that the guard slapped me and told me to go to sleep. But I hold his hand and told him that don’t you see all the splashed blood in the letter? He looked me in my eyes and asked me if I am blind or something. I asked him why are you talking to me like that don’t you see I am fine, I can see, I am not blind. If anyone who is blind in this jail then it’s you. The guard gets angry and tells me that if you are not blind then tell me can’t you see all the scattered letters that are in the floor.
I looked back and saw that he is telling the truth there is some letters scattered in the floor. I get Goosebumps as soon as I saw all the letters scattered in the floor. I understood that there is some unnatural thing here or it is my mind that’s gone insane. After seeing the letters I picked up one of the scattered letter and opened it. I wasn’t ready to see what I saw after that. I saw the words that’s been in the letter in here and collapsed.
When I opened my eyes I saw a nurse and asked her “where am I”. She replied that I am in the hospital. She also told me that I was admitted here after I collapsed in my cell. Then I remembered the horror experience and asked the nurse about the letters. She looked surprised and told me that “what are you talking about? There was no letters in you cell”. She leaved after telling me that.
After a while an officer came in my room and told me that I am free to go. I asked him “what do you mean by I am free to go?” He replied that it means you can go to your home now. After hearing his words I thought that I was in some dream, that’s why I slapped myself and saw that I am in reality that means I am truly free right now. The tears felled from my eyes and I asked him who proved my innocence?
He replied that “the brother of Alison, Hughson gave his statement that his brother was suffering from depression after his divorce and that’s why he suicided, after his statement we can’t keep in you in prison anymore that’s why you are free to go”. I felt relived after knowing that my innocence is proved now I don’t have to worry about anything.
After a few days I leaved the hospital and returned to my home. I unlocked my room after entering my home and saw an old man sitting in my bed. I was like what is happening why there is an old man in my bed.
I asked him “who are you?” he replied that “welcome hero I think we have already talked in the phone”. (To be continued)