Chapter Four

“I want you to die”

That was what Marcel heard before he was punched in the face by the man who was standing a few feet away from him who had moved so fast it seemed like he had disappeared. Marcel was launched across the park hitting one of the benches and breaking it into unfixable pieces, when he tried to get up he found out that he couldn’t but he could feel that he might have broken a few bones in his body, the only thing he could do was to the strange man kept walking towards him slowly like a predator observing its prey for any sudden movements.

“You know I was expecting a challenge when I got the request to take you down, I must say, I’m very disappointed, I was told that you were very dangerous and not to be underestimated but all I see is a weak puny human just like the rest of your kind on this planet. Perhaps this was a waste of my time; someone of my calibre shouldn’t even be here". As the man was talking he kept walking towards Marcel whom was still on the floor trying to recollect his bearings and probably buy time so he can figure out what to do as the man was near him.

“Look please I don’t know what you’re talking about, you’ve got the wrong person" Marcel pleaded trying to get himself out of the situation he found himself in. 

“No I’m sure I have the right person, there’s no way I’ll travel this far just to be wrong. I’ll just put you out of your misery and be done with this place, I hate it here" the stranger bent over Marcel and pulled out a golden dagger but before he could kill Marcel with it he felt something stab him from behind making him drop his weapon. 

“I thought they said you were one of the best" a female voice said behind him

“Urgh ...what?” He tried to turn to see the face of his attacker but Marcel used the opportunity to pick up the fallen dagger and stabbed his would-be killer in the throat before pushing him with the little strength he was able to muster, he sat up and watched the man bleed to death but saw something strange in the man’s blood.

“Is that gold”? He said looking confused at the small specks of gold mixed in the blood, “but how is that possible, what is going on?” he asked seemingly to no one as he almost forgot about the other presence that saved him. She cleared her throat and he turned to look at her and his breath got caught a bit, before him was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life (Kim included). She was wore form fitting black Jeans that was a bit ripped along her thighs and a quick look at her rear made him want to grab them, he wondered how she managed to put the Jeans on with almost those curves. She was wearing a black jacket over a white shirt that covered her big breasts from what his eyes could make, with long legs and hiking boots. ‘She must be a supermodel or something cause damn she’s so hot!!!’ he thought 

“Hey, are you okay?” the girl asked him looking at him with concern written over her face without knowing what the perverted boy she just saved was thinking.

“Huh?” was the reply he gave her before his mind registered the words she said, “I think so, he just came out of nowhere and started saying some weird things about me being someone I’ve never heard of, then he punched me". Cleaning blood off his face he turned to the body only to see it turning into dust and blown away by the wind, his mind hasn’t yet registered that he just killed someone and when he finally did he felt nothing. 

‘I feel like I should be feeling guilty for what I just did even if it was in self defence but I’m not, don’t I have a conscience?’ he was worried about his indifference towards what he just did but he shelved it away to focus on the beauty before him, he made to stand up gently and the girl stepped back alarmed while raising the bloody dagger in warning. 

“No sudden movements!” she threatened him with narrowed eyes which made him raise his hands in surrender but before he could speak dizziness set in and he lost consciousness. The girl was relieved when she saw him fall and approached him again slowly and stuffed the golden knife in his pocket

“You’ll be needing this” she whispered looking around; her eyes glowed yellow for a bit and the chair that was broken when Marcel fell on got fixed before she left.

                                     

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When Jacob got home he was expecting Marcel not to be at home as they’d discussed earlier in the day that he’ll be heading to the new “job” he got, he did meet his sister though who was ready to leave to her own place of work as a sales girl in a beauty shop.

“Hey Jake where’s Marcel, shouldn’t he be home with you?” she questioned him 

“He went for an interview somewhere, said he saw a vacancy ad” he said trying to sound convincing because he knows that she would not approve if she knew what Marcel was truly doing, she could even tell their father and he had a very nasty temper when it comes to dealing with them.

“Well good for him, I hope he doesn’t mess it up because we could really use the money he makes from there” she said hopefully. “What kind of job was it again that he’s being interviewed for?”

“uhm uh I think he said it was a receptionist or something he was pretty vague” he replied praying that she stopped asking the questions because he doesn’t know how long he can keep lying to her, “shouldn’t you be leaving cause you’re going to be late if you spend one more minute here”

“Oh shoot thanks for reminding me. Bye” she grabbed her purse and ran off. “Oh thank God she’s gone, now I need to eat and wait for Marcel to return” he said to himself looking relieved.