The Tree

The tree of knowledge was the oldest in that neighborhood. It was alluring and beautiful yet no one dared climb it up or check the tree house built on its branches. No one knew who built it or who owned that yard. It was built in a green space where the tree was. The tree occupied the spot of a house between two houses. Yet that day, a group of five teenagers tried to check it. Just kidding, teenagers these days aren't interested in that stuff anymore. A firefighter climbed it up. The door seemed weak yet the lock was spotless. The man opened the door fully geared. An airsoft gun, a crowbar, some first aid kits, and canned food and water. He didn't forget to pack a pocket flashlight and some batteries. Two steps in, he looked around the house. A wide hallway was in front of him. A table and a cozy couch were in the middle. To his right was a glass vitrine holding flashy-colored liquids in weird-shaped containers. Near that vitrine was a turn to another room. To his left was an entrance to somewhere that looked like a medieval kitchen. The house's atmosphere had yellowish sunny marvelous rays coming from in between the flamboyant greenish thick vines even though it was hidden from the sun by the huge tree it was built in. He made a turn to attach a guide rope outside but he never found the door. The spot where he came from was just a solid vined wall. He slowly stepped into the hall. The kitchen, as well as the living room on right, became visible. The kitchen had windows above the sink. The man walked to see if he can escape through there. The view completely shocked him. As if he teleported to the West Siberian Plains. The windows were forged into each other that even the crowbar broke down trying to separate them. He knew he was going to stay trapped there for a long time. He went back to the hall and walked into the other room. This one didn't have any windows. The light was coming from a hole up in the muddy roof. It was a hexagonal room with four walls full of bookshelves. A table and a chair were right underneath the spotlight. I was sitting on that chair. I have been waiting so much time to finally be free out of this jail. And this curious human being finally did it. I think God only thought of it as bliss when he gave it to these poor creatures. The man looked relieved rather than scared. "How long have you been here gramps? Are you the owner of this backroom? Do you know how to get out? Oh, wait if u knew you would've already got out..." Even in the most crucial situations, their curiosity still gets them vulnerable.

I was thinking, should I kill him and wait for the Core of freedom? Or should I use his body to let myself loose to kill sometime down on earth? But if I get caught, I might miss the core. I guess I am going to toy with him while I think about what should I do with this meal.