Chapter 3: The Man that was Named Priam
I sat at a café near the school. I also called the rest of the group I accompanied at the library yesterday. I just ordered a cup of green tea.
Placed on my table, I help the small plate the supported the tea cup. I sipped the tea, obviously hearing the sipping sound of it. Then, I just laid back the fluffy, sofa-like chair, and felt the nice ambiance.
It was an unusual morning from the time I woke up. I just can't forget what I dreamed not so long. That assassination done at the library was impossible to take place. The library was as new as a newborn baby. It wasn't officially opened for public because it was still the vacation month.
The cafeteria's door opened. Even if I was at the corner where the orderings happened, I can still see they were Aaron and Nathan.
"Hey, Aze!" Aaron greeted with a smile, evading the chairs that were clattered all over the café.
"Boss Harp!" Nathan mildly shouted. He used to call me with than nickname. "You're alone?"
I just replied back by smiling. I crossed my legs and sit back, to my relaxation. My sky-blue polo was stretched by that sudden move. I have two buttons left unbuttoned, that was revealingly opened because of my stance.
"How's your day?"
The two sat down in front of me. Aaron was wearing a white hoodie, and a small, black short. "I can't sleep." he replied. I can feel that he has a raspier voice texture than before.
"Where's the girls?" Nathan asked sardonically. I can't explain, but why is he so happy? He kept smiling at the very time he entered the café.
"They sure gone late." I just chuckled before sipping the cup of tea. "You know how intricate the girls dressed. They mind every details—"
Priam...
I was dumbstruck! That name popped up of my head again.. Who the hell is he?!
"Hey, Aze.." Aaron abruptly said. "..I'm just curious on how you know what's inside those confidential files? Did your mom told you that?"
I bowed my head, and put my elbows at our rounded table. "Actually.." I said with hesitation. "..I don't know why!"
The two was left into a shock. Nathan's smile gradually faded away, as Aaron surprisingly chuckled.
"Don't you lie, Aze. Just tell me why!"
I was moved. I sat properly, not even placing my back at the chair. "Aaron, I am totally unaware. That answer came on my mind that instant!"
Aaron's face was filled with fury. After all, he was the hot tempered guy in the group. "Just say that you want all of us to be harmed! You only care for yourself!"
He stood and gripped my collar, lifting me up! I just yanked his hand that was gripping my shirt, irritating him. I sat, and stared at him sharply. "If you don't want to be harmed, you can leave now! I'm not forcing you to be here!"
Aaron silently sat, too. Nathan was just staring at us. Few of the countable costumers have were staring at us also. Creating a fiasco in a public place sure was a shame.
"If you wanted to risk your life, then thank you." I added up. "I'm not forcing everyone. I just can't stand up and ignore what I am dreaming. There's something wrong at our school!"
The costumers finally neglected us, that left me to heave a sigh.
Aaron opened his mouth, readied to reply, but the arrival of Trixie beat him off with it. "Hey! Fighting again, as always?" she greeted.
She wore a pale pink and fluffy shirt, pair with a white miniskirt. It lengthened up to her thigh. She also tied up into a messy bun, where lots of hair leftover was pointing unidirectionally. But, in fact, it suited her. It made her more beautiful.
She stopped once she was near our table. "Have a seat," Nathan said in a calm voice. I didn't noticed his hooded T-shirt. Its torso was orange, and the sleeves and hood were white. He wore a brown short.
Trixie sat in the left edge. Her fluffy shirt has a long sleeves that almost covering her fists. "So, what's the matter?"
"We will return to the library." I replied, as Aaron was still obviously furious. "For sure, that blind man wasn't there. Because he only appeared every solar eclipse."
"But I watched at the TV that this week, a unusual Solar Eclipse will happen." Trixie replied.
"Are you saying that we will now search for the files?" Nathan asked, he was looking like an innocent boy because of his unawareness.
"Yes." I said in a low voice. "But we will now search who is that blind man."
"I dreamed of that man, and my mom called him Priam.. But still, I don't know if that blind man was actually named Priam.." I continued.
"In my dream, my mom and her co-staffs have planned and assassinated the blind man. They also say something about a secret." I added up. "So, I have a theory that something malicious happened inside our school that made the blind man that angry... to the point he was ghosting the school."
My head suddenly ached, feeling the same spinning sensation before. I saw the blind man lying down the library as I have dreamed of. There was only him who's left inside.
There was a gun. Probably mom's gun she left. The blind man's right hand hardly tried to reach the gun. A couple of trials and attempts made, until he successfully reached the gun and held it tight.
He was bathing in his own blood, as he tried picking up a book placed on the floor. It was old and big. He tried to sit, hardly moving because of his blood lost.
He opened the book. There's printed sentences that was small enough for me to see. He flipped the page into its middle, and tried using his index finger filled with blood as his pen, writing..
"From this very day, all of the relatives, sons and daughters, grandchildren, and all of the upcoming generations of them.. will be killed. I'll kill of them, with the same way their ancestors killed me. And I won't stop until I fulfill—"
He was unable to continue what he was about to write, as he fell down the floor. He tried to sign the bloody letters he wrote.
Hardly trying his very best to end the note, he managed to signed the paper with a shocking name, as his opened eyes gradually closed —Priam Montgomery!
Chapter 35: The Scattered GroupTrixie walked as she wandered the public park. But, there should be public library here, too. So where it is?"I've asked so many people but they don't know where a nearby library was!" she just sulked at the nearby chair and sat. "Is there library here in the first place?"She just shook her head. After all, finding the book on herself will raise her status at the group. She will be the real cynosure!!"That's why I should find it as fast as possible!" she said and stood. She ran and so positive that she can search for the book by herself!---Meanwhile, Ella stared as she misstepped into an orange brick, and a creaking sound was heard! She looked up at the ceiling and saw the brick proportionally above it moved towards the North West!"Huh?! What happened?!!"The arrow of that brick that was facing west slowly moved towards Northwest. Ella looked towards the Northwest, and saw a strange portion of the wall."Was that wall a closed door?" she whispered
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