Part 3: DYING ISN'T AS EASY AS YOU THINK!

Two people were walking down the road, one so ugly that it made you want to vomit, and the other as if he had just been born yesterday. the ugly man who was walking first turned around and started talking:

-- We are very close to my house. There are many friends there and many things and tools. It's a nice place where you can do whatever you want.

-- By friends, do you mean dead rats?

Angered by Kaim's careless remark, Akibigemor immediately went on the defensive and denied it. It was obvious that he resented being called a friend. The two walked for a while:

-- My house is just on the side of that street.

Kaim no longer held his pupils, as if resigned to his fate. He blinked his eyes naturally. Although buildings, people and places changed, Akibigemor was almost unchanging, except for small differences. That cursed ugliness. It was still enough to cause Kaim pain just thinking about it. Kaim blinked as they passed the edge of the street and Akibigemor's direction changed:

-- Where are you going. Didn't you just say your house is here?

-- I didn't say my house was by the street, I said it was across the street.

Kaim realized what the situation was and decided to be quiet and follow. In the blink of an eye, the surroundings changed and Akibigemor's house was also moved. Kaim struggled not to close his eyes and finally they reached their destination when Akibigemor stopped:

-- This is my home.

-- This is it? Are you sure?

-- Of course, do you have any doubts?

The place Akibigemor calls home is nothing but an oversized cardboard box:

-- Won't you come in? I wasn't expecting company, but I cleaned up before I left.

Akibigemor grins as he says this, but his face is not so much a grin as it is a disgusting look that looks like it is going to demonically kill you. He grins and tries to get into the box, but his whole buttocks are sticking out and he can't fit in the box:

-- I guess the box got a little small eheheheheheheh.

(He didn't seem like the smart type anyway).

Kaim blinked his eyes and looked at his changed surroundings. People's arms were on their heads and they had 3 eyes and their skin color was off, but despite that, the appearance was strangely soft. Where could he go in a world where everything and everyone was changing. He squatted against the wall in front of Akibigemor's box while he thought about it for a while. He had no intention of sitting on the rotten or rotting rats on the floor. Even though he was trying to think where he was, it was not possible. The intense noise of the city, the strange looks of people who already looked very strange, made it almost impossible to think:

-- I need a quiet place.

-- You're leaving? But didn't you just arrive?

Without saying anything to Akibigemor, Kaim waves his hand above his head as if saying goodbye, turns around and tries to go back the way he came. Of course the road has changed completely from top to bottom, but that's not the point. He blinks his eyes again and people look cute. He stops a random passerby and asks him:

-- Excuse me, but could you tell me where the city library is?

-- Yes, you follow this road straight and turn left, and when you come to a traffic light, you turn right and keep walking and then turn left... ... and the library will be right on your right.

-- Ee, all right.

As Kaim looks at the man turning back into his path, he realizes the absurdity of what he has done.

(The world changes every time I blink. Why am I asking for directions? All I need is a taxi.)

Kaim throws himself into the road and opens the door of a car he thinks is a taxi and gets in:

-- Where to?

-- City library-...

...well, State hospital. Please.

Kaim suddenly gave up going to the library. Because if he went to the hospital, maybe they could surgically remove the watch. He had never been in such a situation before, so maybe that would work. The taxi took off. They drove for a while. Every time Kaim blinked, the direction of the taxi changed:

-- We're finally here.

-- You owe 120 liras.

Kaim paused for a moment. He didn't have any money with him. He had literally been kicked out of the house and had no way to get money. In the taxi, he thought in detail about what he was going to do. This plan had to work.

-- HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING!

Kaim ran away without looking back. The plan was this. Blink as much as possible and stay as far away from the hospital as possible. That way you won't lose the hospital and you'll get rid of the guy. Somehow. Kaim did a few laps around the hospital and kept running. He was used to running for a long time because of his old torment with the watch. The taxi driver behind him decided to slow down and catch Kaim on the opposite side and reversed direction. Anticipating this, Kaim jumped into the trash next to him. Of course, he made sure that no one around him was looking at him. Nevertheless, the security guards also saw the incident and decided to help the man. Kaim would soon be caught. So he lowered himself to the bottom of the garbage in the big bin and covered himself with garbage. The stench was unbearable, but he had to endure it as if death was at stake. There was no death, but if he was caught there would be nothing he could do to escape the torment. Forever in a cell. The pain. He waited in the garbage can for a while. Suddenly the trash can lid opened and two policemen appeared. They were searching the trash can thoroughly. One of the policemen called out to the other:

-- This place looks empty. What a waste of time.

-- Yes.

(Why does this voice sound so familiar to me. Do I know this policeman?)

-- HEY IT'S EMPTY HERE TOO GUYS!

-- Hey Posir, you got any plans tonight?

(POSIR. I KNOW POSIR.)

Kaim thinks that Posir, a police officer he used to know, can help him. The last time he was tormented by the watch, he met Posir in this world and explained the situation to him. He and Posir had tried to find a way to get rid of the clock. Normally, every time the clock sent Kaim to a different world, the people and personalities and everything in that world would change. he would stay in each world for a few months and then the clock would send him to another random world. each world was a new beginning. But ever since the punishment thing happened, it was as if the world was changing, not changing. If it was like before, after all, Akibigemor was always asking Kaim who he was. Kaim took strength from this and with great excitement pulled himself out of the garbage and shouted happily:

-- POSIR HOW ARE YOU MY FRIEND!

Seeing this, the two police officers and the four police officers behind them quickly pointed the trigger at Kaim. Kaim, who already knew that bullets could not kill him, kept talking:

-- I NEED YOUR HELP!

-- Kaim? Ah. GUYS, IT'S KAIM! EVERYBODY DROP THE TRIGGER!

When Kaim came into this world, he often had incidents like this and got in trouble with the cops from time to time. By now the policemen had memorized that any weapon would have no effect on Kaim. As the police officers were again gathering around Kaim to see what he was up to, the taxi driver ran up to them. His anger was clearly visible in his eyes:

-- This is the man. I want this man arrested.

-- Kaim, what the hell have you done now?

Kaim comes out of the trash can, sits down on a stone and tells what happened, handcuffed:

-- That's why I came here for surgery, to have the clock removed from inside me.

Taxi Driver:

-- What nonsense are you talking, man. A child would not believe what you are saying. No, a watch flew off and attacked you, no, you can't die, everything is constantly changing, blah blah blah. Tell me who would believe this nonsense!

After the taxi driver's words, one of the police officers turns to the other police officers as if trying to reassure them:

-- So what are we going to do with Kaim now.

-- We'll get him operated on, of course.

Kaim:

-- REALLY! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

-- And then straight to the police station.

Every cop in the city knew about Kaim's condition. Sometimes, when Kaim was taken to the police station, they witnessed the watch going crazy and causing explosions around it, or doing things that defied the laws of physics that made no sense. The watch could not be removed and Kaim could not be hurt. Kaim's story was not hard to believe because of what all the policemen had experienced with Kaim in the past. The taxi driver's face turned red with anger when he heard the police officer's response:

-- WHAT, ARE YOU SAYING YOU'RE GOING TO DO WHAT THIS GUY WANTS? YOU CAN'T SERIOUSLY BELIEVE THAT RIDICULOUS STORY!

-- Calm down, Mr. Tasir. I'll personally take him to the police station after his surgery.

-- WHAT'S THE POINT OF DRAGGING THIS OUT SO LONG! I'M LATE FOR WORK BECAUSE OF THIS GUY AND I LOST WHO KNOWS HOW MANY CUSTOMERS! IF HE WANTS TO DIE, KILL HIM!

Hearing this, Kaim quickly stood up and shouted:

-- YOU THINK DYING IS THAT EASY! DYING IS NOT AS EASY AS YOU THINK!

-- IF I SHOOT YOU IN THE HEAD, YOU'LL BE DEAD!

-- Shall we see?

Hearing this, Posir, as if he had been waiting for this moment, raised his pistol and pointed it at Kaim and shot him in the head. There was a big noise and even though he meant to do it, he didn't really think that the police would shoot Kaim in the head. Kaim, whose head moved a little but nothing happened, turned his eyes back to the taxi driver. Of course the cabbie and the surroundings were constantly changing, but Kaim didn't care about that anymore:

-- Are you convinced?

The policemen took Kaim by both arms and led him to the hospital, through dark corridors and into a dimly lit corner to the waiting corridor numbered 27, marked above the double doors. This corridor had not been used for a long time. There was dust everywhere. There were lights on the ceiling in very close rows and the pipes were clearly visible on the wall. There were no chairs in the hallway. The walls were slightly discolored. Posir sat Kaim on a ledge in the center of the hallway and told him to wait. There were a few doctors who knew about Kaim's condition. He went through the exit door of the corridor to call them. Kaim was left alone in this old corridor, alone in his thoughts.