Chapter 57 – Monkeys again?

Wilson had all sorts of thoughts in his mind at the same time.

'What sort of name was Sum-Ter? Did the founder get so bored he decided to give it a stupid name? Does the word 'Sum-Ter' even have any meaning?' he looked at them again as both father and son grinned foolishly.

"Why are you looking like that?" Wilson asked. For some reason, both of them suddenly stopped laughing and looked at him seriously. Then, they turned around rapidly at the doorway. Wilson followed their line of sight and saw that there was a person sweating profusely and panting with a scared look as if the world was finally coming to an end.

"S….Sir…I,I…." The person, a teenager, had barely caught his breath when he opened his mouth and began to talk. The end result, he could not even say a proper sentence. But somehow, the man in front of Wilson looked at the boy as if he understood and glanced briefly at his son beside him before rushing out of the room briskly with a stern, never before seen look on his face.

"Take care of my son!" the man yelled at the teenager as he passed through the doorway and by him, scaring the breathless teenager. Bryan's eyes opened wide. His father's instruction seemed to have given him an idea of what was happening. He ran towards the doorway and tried to dodge past the teenager. He was too slow though. The teenager caught him easily and carried him back inside, although with some difficulty.

Wilson himself only needed to look at them once and listen to this brief exchange of words to know what was happening. After all, he had just survived a good number of deadly ordeals. He recognized that look John had on his face immediately. Fear and anger was boldly written on his face as he rushed out and those emotions were two he was very familiar with. Whatever or whoever was causing such a huge wave of emotions, must be dangerous enough to make all of them wary. This, in itself, made Wilson himself feel wary.

He did his best to concentrate on the sounds outside but the man's son was being difficult, jumping up and down even as the teenager held him tight and did his best to calm him down.

"Let me…go! Let..me..go! That…that is my....daddy. where is he going…..i demand you tell me! I demand…leave me...alone….right this instant! I Will… I will beat you up.... Leave…" the seven year old boy was relentless. He jumped and yelled and occasionally scratched and bit at the teenager but the teenager refused to release him. Even though the teenager was in obvious pain and was already breathless again, he refused to release Bryan against his wishes. Then, Bryan grabbed a hold of the teenager's pinky finger and yanked it backwards as hard as he could.

The noise that followed was so loud, Wilson felt like his ears just might start bleeding. He could not take it anymore.

"SIT DOWN!!!" Wilson yelled angrily at both of them, his blazing eyes were enough to tell them that he was not to be disobeyed. The teenager released the little boy named Bryan and went back to his duty post; at the doorway. Bryan, on the other hand, went to sit down at a corner and began to sob quietly, which was a great feat on its own, considering that he was only seven.

The fear of the unknown remains the greatest kind of fear. Wilson tried his best to calm down but he could not help being unusually apprehensive. What was going on out there? He could not tell. All he could hear was faint, muffled sounds. They were so faint, he could not tell if they were the sounds of bloody violence.

Wilson stood up after a long time of contemplation. He was surprised to see that his body was not aching at all. Oh wait, his head was an exception. But other than that, his body was doing fine, or at least, it seemed that way.

He walked out of the room. At first, the teenager blocked his path outside but one look and he was out of the way.

He turned to his left towards where he could hear the sounds and slowly walked towards that direction, hiding behind the small cottages on the way and crouching very close to the cold, snow-covered ground in a bid to hide himself even more, just in case there was some flying being or worse still, some super-jumper maniac somewhere around.

*OOH* *OOH* *AAH* *AAH*

"Huh?" Wilson stopped. "No, right? Monkeys don't move around during winter, right?" He seriously began to doubt his hearing. He peeped from behind a small cottage and saw the blue furry tail of a monkey as well as three dead human bodies.

"Monkeys again? No way!"

That did it for him. Wilson was not going to get involved with monkeys. He had had enough of them for a lifetime. So, he turned around and ran for his life. He ran past the cottages and out of the village. Out of sight, out of mind right? Well, Wilson cared nothing about that. He just ran for his life. Monkeys never brought anything good with them, not even human monkeys. The best choice was to run and so he did. he did not even care to think about the teenager and the little boy that was grinning at him alongside his father ten minutes ago. He just ran and ran across the snowy ground, out of the village.