T H U N D E R

KRIS

The thunder roared as the droplets of rain fell from the sky. Dark clouds scattered, making the sun peek from behind partially warming up the city. The pouring rain was never-ending. And behind the enormous glass windows sat Kris, ruffling his hair and tapping his foot continuous. His eyes were drawn at the red file in front of him. He kept clicking his shoes on the wooden floor, curiosity filling inside his veins.

The lights above him flickered making him snap out of his thoughts and look up at the bulb, with the thunder roaring outside it all looked like a movie scene. He glanced outside the window watching as the thunder boomed and the droplets pattered against the window. The sun was all hidden by the dark greyish clouds that made the city dark, almost like dawn.

But his attention was again diverted towards the file as he continued figuring out the case. Yanking the handle of his drawer he took out his ear buds and wore them preventing the rumbling thunder to distract him. His eyes read each and every word of the pages, memorising every line. Swear dropped off his forehead but he was left unbothered, a frown on his brows and his lips in a grim line.

And the least thing he wanted happened, his phone ringed in his pocket making him growl in anger. He took out his mobile harshly before picking up the call, ignoring the caller Id.

'Mr. Kris Lin speaking.' He spoke, a bit harshly.

'Oh finally the lord answered, did I disturb you my majesty? Please forgive me!' A dramatic squeal came through the other line. He knew who it was, his only friend named Victor. The only person that could tolerate him, he was the closest to him and the single person that could understand him.

'What? Don't waste my time. Speak.' He spat making the other person chuckle.

'Very well my friend-

The voice coughed before continuing.

I found some...important files and I think I can't keep this away from you. I wanted to tell you that I found the files of Mr. Lin.'

And at these statements, Kris's body froze. The frown on his brows disappeared and his mouth opened trying to say something but the words didn't come out. A sudden coolness swept through his body as he stared at the empty space. He could hear his own heartbeat, wondering if this was reality.

'Where?' He finally spoke, his voice came out cracked. Gulping down the lump in his throat he tried to calm his nerves down.

'S-some contacted me regarding it, Kris...I know it's hard to think about it.'

The thunder roared and the line went off, Kris flinched at the sound feeling insecure for the first time in many years, there was his unhealed wounds opening again. He moved his head back staring at the ceiling above him and thinking of the day, the moment that ruined his whole life. When his World crashed down making him fear the monsters inside him, anxiety and fear invaded him. He became so vulnerable.

He still remembers it as if that happened just yesterday but it was ten years ago.

Flash back.

The frothy sea blue water crashed onto the gigantic rocks, the sound of it hitting was a melody to my ears calming my nerves down. It was a glorious scene, the sea breeze was cold yet satisfying. It was like a painting, the combination of orange and yellow reflected the water making it so mesmerising. It was all God's majestic creation.

I sat on one of the rocks quietly, enjoying the sight when the sudden realisation hit me, I glanced at my watch to see as it struck six. Cursing under my breath I hopped off the rock and quickly went to my cycle, wearing my jacket I cycled all the way home. My home was in the suburbs of Oxford, it was a small town where five to six hundred people lived.

Upon reaching my home I stepped inside and threw my bag on the sofa.

'Mom! Dad! I am home.' But there was no response, instead an eerie silence hung up in the air making me frown. I stepped in each room but they were no where to be found. Finally going into their bedroom I smiled.

'Mom Dad I-

But the scene before me scarred me for life, I could feel myself falling down on the marble floor. Fear crawling up my skin. Fear invading me, in front of me was laying a body of a man, my father. Pale skin, red blood, torn clothes. His chest was soaked in blood, my mother was laying on the bed, her arms were blooded.

Tears welled up my eyes as I reached them caressing their cheeks. Trying to wake them up.

'W-what happened? W-wa..ke up.'

But none of them moved, I held my mother's hand trying to wake her up but she did not. And in less then a minute I was sitting in the hospital's emergency, already informed about my father's death. My mother was behind those white double doors where surviving was impossible. I sat there staring at the ceiling above me, thinking that nothing was going to be the same again.

Flashback end

His mother did survive but she was never the same, diagnosed with paralysis she was like a lifeless person. His nightmares that he dreaded came to life bringing the worst out of him. He began fearing from that day, fearing to face the future because his past scarred him badly.

A knock snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked at the door, seeing his junior named Tom standing there. He gestured him to come in.

'Sir, I have arranged the files as you instructed..and about Mr. Wilson's report it will be done by tomorrow.'

He just nodded diverting his attention to the glass window.

'You may leave.' He said coldly, being his usual self. soon the sound of footsteps faded as the person left his office. He picked up his wallet and phone before standing up, walking towards the exit he slammed the door close.

Stepping outside the building, the cold wind hit him. He held his umbrella above his head preventing the cold rain to soak him, he had made a decision in his mind and when he was determined nothing could stop him. The streaks of light could be seen on the sky followed by the incredible thunder, he kept on walking not caring that his shoes were wet, his thoughts were somewhere else where revenge was but in his mind it was not a revenge instead returning a favour. It was justice, it was catching a person that had his parent's blood stained on their hands, it was the peace to his misery. All his life he had been yearning to catch that manic but could never and what he thought today changed that idea.

Sitting in his car he picked up his phone and called his friend.

'Victor I need the files.'

Only a few words were spoken but Victor understood the unspoken words that went through Kris's mind. He knew what was his friend up to and he was proud of him for that.