Fear. Confusion. Despair. He was on the final stage of a difficult death. Geno quickly stood up and tried to escape his own mental torment. As he walked away, he saw the the black sedan who raced with death not too far away from the main road. Standing on top of it was a huge shadow as tall as nine feet. Yellow smoke covered the creature’s face. Red round eyes glimmered like burning coal.
Geno swallowed in astonishment. He stepped one foot forward. Then he froze. The huge shadow turned his gaze on him. It grumbled and more smoke came out of its mouth. When it looked back at the young man on the ground, the creature made a heavy breathing sound and extremely loud snorts before it finally vanished into thin air.
"That’s one hell of a lot of smoke," Geno finally found his voice. His feet started to become restless as his hands closed into fists. He felt a deep anger he couldn’t understand.
But like a prey who sensed its predator, the black car's engine suddenly roared and immediately took off like a quarter horse in a race track.
“Hey, stop the car!” Geno shouted as he ran after it.
The people around just stared, perplexed as to what was happening. Geno stopped running when the car finally disappeared from his sight. He stomped on the ground instead and complained under his breath. He just couldn’t understand why the perpetrator was able to slipped away easily from the pack of the living dead who were now fully entertained on what seemed to be a scene from a movie.
But should he worry? Someone must have noticed the car besides him. So as he stood there- in that exact moment where no one seemed to care- an inner battle started again inside his mind.
And while he pondered on his selfish thoughts, he heard someone screaming out.
“Young master Ken! Young master!”
It was a neatly groomed old man with a tidy hair wearing a crisp and clean black suit jacket and pants. He repeatedly called the young man’s name as he pushed himself through the large number of people surrounding the boy.
A few minutes later, the wailing siren of an ambulance was heard approaching the road to Mercy Street. The two junior high school students were quickly taken away and sent to the nearest city hospital. When they were gone, everyone went back to their own business. Time began ticking again at a slow pace- quickly stealing the number of days left in their fleeting lives.
Geno looked at his watch. It was twenty minutes past his first class. He hurriedly walked forward trying to escape another unfortunate incident that might arise. When he reached the pedestrian lane, he pretended not to see the familiar spirit who was sitting on top of the traffic light post. As far as he could remember, ever since the stop light was built the shadow lingered on it day and night.
The fallen looked down and stared at him with lifeless eyes filled with nothingness. He must have grew tired and weary of watching the same things unfold before his eyes over and over again. As he waited for his numbered days to gone by, he whispered nonchalantly to himself.
“ Judgement is inevitable.”
Geno ignored him again. When he started to cross the road, a ghost-like image of a girl suddenly appeared beside the light post.
The girl’s black messy hair sat on top of her shoulder while her skin seemed to vanish from the sun’s brightness. She stood there barefooted wearing a black plaid dress. She watched as Geno walked to the other side of the lane. He left and the fallen cried out a vicious snarl which echoed through the town.
“It’s a bright beaming light,” she said and slowly, the apparition disappeared.
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