Chapter 2 PHENOMENON
ARK ONE-BLOODY MARTA
I woke up in a bright room with no memories of this place. But I am very impressed by how crafted it is. I think the room was made of quartz-based on how smooth the surfaces are. I might be wrong as I am not an expert in carpentry. This place is spotless. The janitor must be good as not a speck of dust or dirt can be found. The room had almost no content however it was not empty as a clean stainless table was placed in front of me. I am not alone in this room. A man sat across the table facing me.
“Umm, excuse me may I know where I am. Surprisingly, the man answered. "You are in our office.”
“Wait, mister is this kidnapped for ransom. This is illegal, so I suggest you should release me before the cops bust me out.”
“Kid, This is not a kidnapped for ransom thing.”
“Then what do you call tying me up in a chair with rope, sir?"It's called interrogating kid.”
"What the hell did I do?”
“I guess let me remind you” The Man then picked something from his suit coat pocket. What he grabbed was his Smartphone and he showed me an image. The images of a mummified man with his skin suck dry to the bone. No eyeball in his socket. Instantly a light headache bangs my head. Memories suddenly snap as I recall pieces of information. How did I get here? If I remember I tried to save someone and stop someone and not just anyone. A supernatural being that has ghostly powers of death.
He swaps his phone and shows me a cover picture of a novel “DEATHNOVEL-BlOODY MARTA“with sentences written in it. Instantly my memories came flooding into me and fear overshadowing me as reading.
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WHO SO EVER SHALL READ THIS NOVEL AND MENTION THE PHRASE “DEATHNOVEL OF BLOODY MARTA” SHALL EXPERIENCE A CURSE FROM MARTA INVITING HER INTO YOUR HOME AND SHALL SURELY DIE.
WHOSO EVER SHALL STAND IN MARTA'S WAY TO PREVENT THE CURSE SHALL SURELY DIE.
These were the words, the sentences written and spoken that killed 10 million novel readers in one night and you're reading this story from my novel is already in great danger of death. I am quivering in fear.
The world has to know. Millions are going to die tonight. I need to warn “YOU” and anybody I possibly can. My stories from my novel came to life. Whoever reads this death novel experiences a curse, but there is a way out. You are the one reading this right now. Listen attentively. There is still little time. You can still be saved.
I stood amid a crowd wearing a blank expression of distraught, pain, despair, sadness in a cemetery suited in black. A teardrop rolls down my chin over her. The lady who loved me beyond recompense. The gloomy pregnant clouds in perfect concurrence with my sad soul.
A perfect time to experience a barrage of a billion heavy water droplets, that will cleanse me from my revengeful atrocities. Redemption from cruelty, Karma is such a cruel bitch, all the souls I sent to hell are whimpering death verdict against me. There are many ills that I have committed in life; I know hell will warm me because of their cries. I am Kurosaki Ejiro Eji for short famed as the devil's son.
In this world, I won't say I suck, but I am not that great like there is nothing I feel special about me that guys or even girls want. A normal high school student and I work part-time in a grocery store to earn my daily keep. I have rebellious strands of boring curly brown hair and dark eyes and a straight face in a pale body called skin.
My skin is covered with some unexplainable and inexcusable red dots that rebel against the handsome features on my slim body. It was not always like this, but it began at the young age of seven.
I experienced the dreads of malevolence with its colorful scene marred and stained by dark-brown blots of violent blood. The man I once smiled at and call father. The one I knew better off than other families, proud of. When my father and I walked together in the street of ibiwe metropolis. Some people would call out to him praising and paying their respect, not only because he was a cop. But truly believing in him and his sense of justice. Why was he not smiling that today?
His forehead drenched in sweat, with a quivering hand he brought a glass of whiskey to his lips and drank heavily as though he was parched. From the bottle, he immediately poured another. Afraid, quivering violently. I know my mum could be a nag, but my father irresponsibly blames her for his failures. He became a stranger to me as he stood in a pool of blood.
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“What did you do? Did I not warn you, woman? Not to do anything without my permission. Those were the words that were said to my mother as he strikes her face with the back of his hands. He sends a powerful and anger-filled kick to her stomach. I held onto his leg pleading with him. He sends a slap across my cheek. Kicked me in a corner. My mother's thoughts at that time were to protect her only son. She shielded me against her back. Goosebumps started to cover my arms because of the chill of malevolence that hung in the air.
My mother crawled away pitifully from his grasp, weeping until her back hit the wall, and she could flee no further. She was terrified so afraid and hurt. The coward of my father revealed what he truly was. He grabs a fistful of her hair and dragged her forward; he strikes her across the face sending her to the floor grabbing her throat pinned against a wall.
“Where is it? What did you do? Answer me you bitch.”He sends powerful punches on her face. I watched in dread as he extracted a great amount of satisfaction as he drew his fist back and rammed her nose across her face.
Splash!
Blood splatters to the pictures and portraits of the family covered on the wall. Picture of me in my smart dark coats and little shorts with pictures of my beautiful mother and father. My brown eyes immediately filled with tears as my mother wails in immense pain. Her body shuddering, being hit continuously in the face was the most unpleasant punch anyone could suffer. My mother is overwhelmed by pain as Distinct cracks as the bone around her eyes fractures. That was the rise of violence in my family, and it continued for a short while until she died.
