Chapter II: UNWANTED HELP

After I visited the Sodality Academy and after that peculiar encounter with the blue haired guy, I decided to go to the market, to buy the things that I need for the rest of the week since I would always and forever prefer to do go there once a week than everyday...I do not want to ease the pain of words people threw on me.

There are a lot store options in the market, but I would always like to go to Subicanya because it has all I need, a one stop shop indeed.

I enter the store.

Here we go again.

When will be the time that people will get tired of staring and judging me? When will be that time? I hope, soonest, I really do hope.

I go to the instant noodles section and grab an amount for myself for a week. I also get some soap, tissues, canned goods, half kilo of fresh fish, batteries and blackening shampoo— yes up until today I still try to change my hair color because why not? There is nothing wrong on trying right?

After that I go to the cashier and pay for it. I get some money from my wallet, and go.

I go out of the store, the warm humid wind touches my skin. It is warmer than yesterday, the sun is scorching. I grab my umbrella and I started to walk through my apartment.

I was walking through the busy streets of the market, a lot of people bumped on me, cannot blame them, they must be on a hurry.

I stopped on an open shop to rest for a bit since it is really hot.

There are also a lot of people who stopped for a rest in the shop, some just stop to watch the their favorite series in the television.

Out of curiosity I also took a minute and watch what they are watching.

Nothing new— it is boring, cliche plots, same love teams, cringe lines, when will this art improve and when will the directors and script writers stop copying each other? Well probably not today.

Everybody seems so entertained, but then the series was interrupted by a breaking news.

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"Newsflash: Three girl students were reportedly missing for days now. According to their relatives and friends these students were starting to act weird. As stated of one of the mother of the missing students, her daughter was once brought to a mental institution outside the city. This is not the first reported case today in the city, as there are a lot of missing citizens reported from the weeks past. According to the police that this maybe done by only one syndicate. The students were namely Lauren Cim, Danielle Forr, and Hannah Figuro. There names and pictures flash on the screen. If you saw any of them contact the police station near you or call the numbers on your screens..."

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Another one— three huh? When will this stop? A lot are getting more terrified to go out alone. And whoever is behind this, they are great— I mean they have been chased and traced by the high police officials and investigators but they failed to do so. Even a piece of picture of the syndicate behind this, cannot be found. Citizens even suspecting the police that they are the people behind this crime, because they cannot solve the problem.

I did not finish the news and continue walking through my apartment. Then wind blows towards me— again?

Is this climate change? It was so warm and humid earlier. I was about to take my step on the stairs up to my apartment since it is on the second floor, when I heard a shout, crying for help. I trembled as I do not know what to do.

I look where that voice is coming from.

Not far from the stairs I saw a huge built physique man and a frail, old middle aged lady. I hide behind the stack of boxes as I try to sneak what is happening.

The man is trying to get the lady's bag. What am I going to do? Will I help? But I may be hurt if I will, but then the lady looks like she needs my help.

I get out from where I hide, to help the lady. The lady looked shock and so as the man, who will not be though?

"Who are you?!", the man shouted by disbelief.

I do not know what to do next. Okay? I also need help.

Nothing comes into my mind, I do not what is happening, my body is controlling itself.

I immediately push the man with all my strength away from the lady.

But then—

He pull out a knife and point it to me.

Is this would be my final day? Can I say farewell to Caleb?

"Dear, hee—elp me.", she said as she cracked. I felt so sad for her. I have been in her situation. I can see her bruise in around her eyes, and there is a blood dripping from her lips.

The man fixed himself, and was a about to attacked me with his knife.

I kick his hand where he is holding knife.

I instantly grab the knife before he can because— that would be the death of me.

I felt a shiver down through my spine. What is happening? I cannot control my hands.

My hands are on its own now— and it is going stab the man.

No...no...no...no!

What did I just do? I see the blood— the stranger's blood on my hands.

What happened? Did I do that? Did I just stab a person?

I came back to reality when the lady tap me gently. I helped her to stand up and gave her, her bag.

I saw the man stood up. Then I assisted the lady and we run, not as fast as I would like to, since she is already frail and old.

"Here is your bag, madam", I said as I gave her, her belonging.

"Thank you, dear. I would be probably dead right now. Thank you. This bag... is really important to me. I have here the photo, of my late grandchild. This is the only thing I have that would let me remember... my dearest.", she forced a smile. I want to cry I want to sympathize with her, but this is not the time for that, we are still being chased by that man who is now thirsty for our blood and death.

I heard the old lady, grasp for air and cry in pain.

I saw the man behind us...

and the old lady was stabbed.

I was frozen on my place, cannot do anything. I saw the man running away.

I felt weak. I felt the tears run through my cheeks.

I am now full of regrets. If only I did not offer my help, she would still be alive right now.

I am so pissed and angry at myself. This happens because of me!

I removed the knife that was deeply stabbed on the lady's frail and now lifeless body.

I was shocked when somebody from my back shouted.

I turned around, all I see was a shadow as whoever that was, he or she run and I was not given a chance to ask for help and explain myself.

My shirt is full of blood now, my tears again fell down.

Because of what I did this poor lady, is now lifeless in front of me. She would still be alive and kicking if I did not offer a help...not sure now if that was a help...I felt like an accomplice.

I run...I run as fast as I could. I almost tripped but I do not care now, I just killed somebody.

Not because of my hands but because of my stupidity.

I reached my apartment, I directly go to the rest room, to clean the blood stains.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I am full of blood now.

My white hair— becomes red.

I took a shower, and stayed there for a while. Still trying to contemplate of what just happened.

After that I dry myself up and turned the television.

I remember about the things I bought earlier, I was about to turn the television off when—

I saw myself on the television screen with my name on it.

"Ezra Celestine Aguste"

What is this? Is this a joke or maybe a dream?

Why am I seeing myself on the—

wanted list.