BY J. TNANGA

(Prologue): This dark world’s Ghosts

Metro-Police City:

While walking closer and closer in the forward direction towards a well-designed building, it could be noticed that no one was in the streets. It was an empty town, as if it has been evacuated, giving it the air of an abandoned ghost town you might see in a scary movie. A man entered the well-designed building. While entering, noticed blood on the walls, gun bullets, guns, and arms and gore around the entrance, with many military equipment, some broken to pieces, but many seems to be able to function properly. All those marks on the walls and body parts, indicate a huge battle involving many soldiers and different military units have been fighting something or someone.

The man still continues to walk inside the building as if nothing thus far has surprised him, that everything had a typical tune to it, and as if to further prove this, the man started to whistle a tune, as if he was here to just do a mission. He finally found the main desk of the building, and avoiding the elevator, took the stairs, and no longer walking started to run up the stairs with full speed. Stating: running, would be an understatement, for the man wasn’t just running, he was running at a speed that had far surpassed any humans, he was running so fast, there was nothing to see but a blur.

He reaches the 36th floor in mere seconds, well below 20 seconds. He found the door that lead to the floor’s hallway, but instead of pulling the door to get to the hallway, he waits a few hesitant seconds, listening in. Voices can be heard, but nothing can be made out, or to be more exact, a normal human being would have great difficulty hearing anything at all, in fact, a human being wouldn’t know someone was talking at all from this distance, but this man wasn’t the average joe, he was something else, something that exceeds common sense.

“…… please don’t hurt us, please” said a man with a loud voice, crying with a constant flow of tears.

The man was dressed with a light yellow shirt and a pants, he was kneeling in the floor with his hands behind his back, with a rope knotting them together, making him unable to use his hands. Behind him were three others, the man’s wife, and his three children, two daughters, and a rather young boy age about 5 years old.

“Shut-up, you will die” said a mechanical voice that make it look quite wicked and detestable coming from a very beautiful young lady of age 25.

This young woman was sturdy for her age, but look slim with her light red hair similar to a rose, her face is one of those pale faces that look eternally beautiful and stunning the more you look at her, her eyes emerald green makes her look even more perfect, especially her lips dyed red with lipstick.

The unknown man from the start, approaches with a rather slow walk compared to before, with a different kind of facial expression from when he was whistling.

“Love is the most beautiful emotion, isn’t it?” asked the unknown man, sarcastically but to no one in particular.

The man had pitch back hair and light brown eyes, dressed in a professional clothing style with a suit, a black hat and a craftily well designed brown and black cane. He walks closer and closer the group clearly being held against their wishes, he paused his walk directly under one of the hallway’s bright light. The light with its constant glow, finally show the unknown man’s face. His looks finally reveal, causes everyone watching to hold their breaths, he was either more beautiful or equally beautiful as the young lady holding those individuals’ captive. His looks were mesmerizing. His voice was sweet and gentle, as if being able to penetrate anyone’s heart.

“It’s been too long since I last saw you, my most beloved” said the man in a gently sweetened tone voice than before.

“……I shall kill you, just like I kill all the rest” said the mechanical voice coming from the beautiful lady, with a slight hesitation.

“You are being brainwashed by Ghost, and the only way to save you is to either kill ghost or to kill you. As you can imagine, that is why they sent me here, my beloved, to take your life, even though it will break mine” said the man with a saddened tone, and his eyes depicting sadness in it, as if tears were ready to start flowing.

“Die!!!!!!!!!!!!!” yelled the beautiful lady with a shriek.

She starts using her super-fast speed towards the man, to deliver a catastrophic punch, if not avoided or block, could lead to serious injuries. The man using his super-fast reflexes quickly use his arms to block it, and a loud sound of the wind is heard as if just blocking that strike was causing air friction.

“I am going to connect with you in your mind, my beloved, I cannot bear what you have become” said the man, still continuing with his sad tone.

The woman, quickly retreat to a good distance, and run towards the walls, walk on them, then, by applying one foot to the wall, jump towards the man; the man quickly dodges the attack, and uses his cane to strike the woman in her neck, which she blocks using her left hand. She quickly tries to take the cane away from the man, to throw it away, but the man uses his full strength to keep holding the cane, then the woman quickly changes her tactics of attack and decides to constantly attack with her right hand, and the man continues to dodge and block each consecutive strikes, and this goes on and on with punch attacks and kicks being involved as well for at least a good 10 minutes.

With a nonstop stalemate, the man then quickly stopped blocking the woman’s punch attacks, and while taking some damages with some blood and wounds appearing in his faces since all the attacks are in super-fast speed, barely visible in the eyes of normal humans, he put his free hand to the woman’s head and closes his eyes.

The area of the battle disappears as if it was never there in the first place, the hallway, the building, everything disappears and is replace by nothingness, with the exception that in this darkness with no light, there was a single point of light dimly lighted, that seems to be moving. Upon closer inspection, it was the same man that was fighting the woman a while ago, still dressed in the same exact clothing but with the cane and a dimly lighted oil lamp in his hand and he seems to be in a hurry, searching for something, looking all around himself, all the while muttering to himself, “am I too late”, but then shaking his head as if to clear doubt from his mind, and regaining a slight confidence in what he is doing, repeats for what seemed like the hundredth time so far:

“Wake-up, sweetheart” said the young man’s voice.

But no answer was return, the area still remained foggy with mists and darkness and nothingness still around. There was no land, it was similar to swimming except you could more or less walk on this mists and fog, similar to walking in the water in the beach, (walking while in the sea, just not too deep to require swimming), then, the man as if he had just given up in this particular direction he was taking, turn to another direction, and starts walking towards it. He was walking as if he knew where he was going in this directionless, empty wide space. Then, as if someone was watching all along, steps can be heard, and suddenly a voice can be heard.

“Is that you, darling?” asked the very same woman that the man was fighting previously.

The woman was the same with the exception that she was no longer wearing the same clothes she was wearing before, and currently, she was wearing a dark red dress, visibly showing part of her bosom, similar to how extravagant dresses for the rich were made, suggesting her vast fortune. Her hair was well taken care of, with a style that suits her attractiveness, and her beautiful red lips.

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“My love, I have finally found you at last, after three hundred years” said the man, finally using a calm voice, with relief showing in his voice.

“How did you find me?” inquired the woman.

“I looked everywhere, in almost every country, and still couldn’t find you. I became a government agent, working for the government’s highest priority case, they send me to kill vampires or others of the unnatural kinds, using me as a tool and even though I knew what I got myself into, did as they asked of me, knowing sooner or later, I would eventual find you, then I would leave this damned job” said the man with his facial expression showing a slight annoyance.

“But, I can’t see anything anymore…. I’ve done some terrible things, things that I can never forget, I kill too many for me to count…. My mind is broken, George, you should know by now, look at how dark my consciousness has become, I can no longer go back to the world….. you know what to do George” said the woman with sadness and duty in her voices, staring at the man she called George, staring straight in his beautiful light brown eyes.

“No, I cannot do that… you know I cannot, I would never be able to live with myself, after searching for three hundred years for you, searching so many countries, becoming an agent, exterminating my own kind… I did all that for you, for our love… I cannot do that, I definitely cannot” said George with resolution showing in his face.

“I know you George, I know you will do the right thing” said the woman with tears showing in her face.

“How can you say such a thing” yelled George. “Don’t you want to be together with me once more, like old times? Don’t you love me?”

“I do, George, I really do, but you know it would never be the same….with the way I have become, there is no going back….there is no other way, you have to be the one to do this George” said the woman, hugging George, and tears flowing.

“Why…please…..there have to be another way” George said, his resolution shaken.

“George, would you like to dance, like old times?” asked the beautiful lady with a sweet tone that is just as beautiful as herself.

“I can’t kill you Jeanette, that is the one thing I cannot….I mustn’t do” states George.

Jeanette, completely ignoring George’s statement, grabbed his hands, and holding each in her hand, took a dance pose, and a beautiful sad tune began to play, similar to a sad melody.

“I will dance with you, Jeanette, my love, my beautiful love” said George with his voice shaking up.

The two individuals, with an old fashion oil-lamp that was used mostly in the early 1800s and early 1900s, danced. The sad melody continues to follow their every steps, and with every steps taken, an old memory resurfaced and is display in their minds, and they both remembered their times together, during a time long forgotten, during the beginning of a new era, those two were there, during a new country forming, those two were present. They were there during many different time periods, and after such a long millennium, one of them is going to finally die. And their danced continues.

After dancing, and not staying a word for three hours, and their oil-lamp becoming even more dim than before, displaying that the oil was finishing, suggesting that whatever place this was, had a time limit for the young man named George.

“It is time…George, I love you….I love you so much, you are the only person to have ever made me feel this way, I had a wonderful millennium with you, take care, do the right thing George, I know you…I love you” said the young lady named Jeanette. “farewell, George”

“No, don’t go, we still have some time” said George in panic, with deep panic showing in his face.

But the lady ignored him, and starts to walk in the opposite direction, looking ahead of herself, not turning back, but staring straight ahead, as if looking at how her future that could have been with George had been twisted around, and not by fate at that, but by someone, and with a single tear falling down from her right cheek, she disappears in the mist, as if she was never there, as if all along she was merely a hallucination.

The area starts to become distorted and unbalanced, George had to use his strength and hold the lamp carefully to not lose any balance, soon, the whole place seems to flicker, and for a moment, the area previously reappeared as if it was there all along, the building, the family tied down, the two young adults-the woman continuously attacking the man, and the man with his hand still at the woman’s head and eyes close but loosening up, starting to open up, then everything went back to the area of darkness and nothingness but mists. Then flicker again, and again, as if the area of darkness, the conscious mind, as Jeannette stated, was slowly but surely dispersing and going back to real-time. It flickers once more, and this time stayed in real-time for a good amount of seconds, to display how much damage the man had already suffer, then went back to the conscious mind, then flickers again, except this time, staying in reality, and not going back the consciousness again.

“It was well lasted, my beloved, I truly care about you, if there was another way, I would have done it, but the only way to remove mind-control is to either get the person who put it in the first place to remove it or kill the person who put the mind-control or just kill the person being mind-controlled” state George. “I love you, my dear, as one of your final requests, I shall grant it. Farewell, Jeanette”

Then the man pierced the woman’s heart with his bare-hand. He pushes his hand all the way inside the woman’s heart, piercing through her flesh, organs and all, reached her heart then took it out, ending the woman’s life, and threw away her heart. He gently grabs the falling body of his most beloved, and disappears, or to be more exact, ran so fast, it was as if he teleported.

The man next appeared, near an old house, 100 km away from the building he was in, in a mere twenty minutes of running, without so much as being out of breath, he calmly with tears in his eyes drop the body gently in the floor, and goes to the master bedroom in this old house.

The old house, was made entirely of wood, brownish wood, similar to a cabin you might see in a wood, the house was old, very old, as if it was from a distant time period. The man comes out of the master bedroom with a coffin, well made, with different designs, designs no longer of this era. He puts the coffin down, open it, and put her body inside, then closing the coffin, disappears once more in this calm night without so much as a sound being emitted in this ghostly dark night.

The man appears once more, this time 400 km away from the old house with a mere eighty minutes, suggesting this to be this man’s full speed, one hundred kilometers in twenty minutes. He, then, with the coffin in his hand, deposit her body, in the ocean, in the deep ocean where no one would find her body, so she can finally have her eternal rest, so that she can finally be free of ghost…..