3. FATE

Larissa shrieked loudly, and she cried again. Someone suddenly lifted her up and dragged her by force. She felt the pain in her abdomen, like it was being torn apart by something.

Alferd sits in Lake's stomach, with a rock on both hands. The stone is huge and has uneven texture. He starts to raise his hand high, then he smashes off Lake's face with the rock, "You killed your own brother."

Lake screamed in agony amidst his dying condition. For some reason he was still alive, when it was clear that the bullet had penetrated his heart and the blood was a flow from his head and from his heart.

Alferd went back up there to lift the stone, and again hit Lake's handsome face from the side, "And this is for you. You deserve to be killed twice, and you deserve to be tortured!"

For the third time, Alferd again hits Lake in the face so hard, "My blood is in you. The blood of a killer. It's in your body." after saying that, alferd threw the stone. He is risen with a smug smile on his face and helps Tom drag Larissa roughly.

"Please help me. Somebody save my woman!" murmured Lake, one of his hands trying to hold the blood flowing from his chest. His head kept bleeding so much, his face was destroyed. Tears flow as his father brings his beloved. And Lake again said in a low voice, before he closed his eyes, "If I am born again, as my woman doth say, So, I want to be born into a man with no feelings. I beg you."

That day, in 1931 in January. Watergate bay, Newquay witnessed for the umpteenth time. But this time there was a different, beautiful beach that witnessed the bloodshed between brothers. A tragic turn of events, never to be forgotten.

A woman stood and watched the whole thing from afar. Her tears continued to flow endlessly. It hurt her to watch her two brothers kill each other. She has lost all her family today, yesterday, the mother, and now her two older brothers. Aleda, she wonders for herself why is her destiny as it is? What's wrong with it until the almighty takes everyone closest? Foolishly, she could only see from a distance and cry.

"Honey, I'm sorry I'm late—" Smith hung his words as he watched Aleda cry, staring at the two bodies on the beach, "No way, right?"

Aleda crouched with her hands over her face, crying more and more. Her body was trembling with such force.

While Smith was running close to Alan's body, the man had literally died from the blood rushing around him. In addition, Smith ran to check on Lake's condition. He still felt Lake breathe with all his heart, "Lake, you're alive, right? Answer me!"

Smith's hunch was correct. Lake was able to open one of his remaining eyes because half of the man's face was badly damaged. His handsome face was completely destroyed, and his face was covered with blood still streaming in it.

Lake opened his mouth slowly, trying to speak with Smith, "La ...Larissa."

Smith turned to Lake's small gesticulating hand. At first he did not understand Lake's intent. Then he turned Lake's sloping body into his back, without delay, Smith's time quickly unbuttoned one by one. And he managed to find something Lake brought, a diary. Smith watched Lake close his eyes slowly, with tears streaming down his eyes.

The situation might have changed somehow, when all his plans with Aleda were just a little more done. They almost made it. Maybe if Lake wasn't on this beach. Now the only question is, where's Larissa?

"They took Larissa, huh?"

Upon hearing the voice, Smith turned his head. At this moment beside him stood a handsome man, with his wife gagging at the sight of Lake's body. He looked down in shame, "I'm sorry my plan failed."

"We must find Larissa immediately!" force Carla.

Manuel sighs, "Relax, Carla. We're going to save her, trust me."

"I have told you many times. Never let Larissa be among those vile humans! But you never listen to me, Manuel. This is the consequence!" Carla's sobs broke.

"I wanted them to be buried on this beach, Smith," interrupted Aleda.

Smith was surprised at his beloved's presence and requested, "Here?"

Aleda knelt beside Lake's corpse, holding his brother's hand so tightly, "I'm sure he didn't want to be away from his wife. Alan is the same. They're both the same, stubborn. Their goal was to save Larissa, and make her happy."

Then Manuel goes over to Alan's body and takes it away for him to be placed right next to Lake's. Alan's face is way too pale from Lake's, his body is so numb, which means he's really gone. Manuel's hand moved closer to tapping Alan's shoulder, "You've kept your promise to me, you've done your best to save the woman you love. Me and her mother Larissa ...so much hope that you'll be born, and have a much better life than this. Thank you for protecting my nephew, Alan Atkinston."

***

A belief can be built very easily, if we believe it. And when we believe in such confidence, the opportunity for it to become real is greater, as there is a link between the past and the present.

There was a woman with dark shoulder-length hair, a pretty face, a clean white skin, and a very sweet smile. She was reading a novel, titled The Legend Of The Coral Cave, by the name of writer Y Lawrence. She turned to a new page as she ate the elegant snack before her.

However, she had read the book many times. Then she turned to the window beside her. Her gaze was on a jet black luxury car, and somehow it had continued to be her favorite object. Until a man came out of a car door, the man was wearing a black suit with sunglasses on. As the man got out of the car, he was seen brushing his hair back.

But strangely enough, the woman was smiling at the sight of it. It was as if she were waiting for him to approach the restaurant that had the name of the Restaurant Library. Though he could not gaze into the man's face because of the position of the figure on her back, she remained as though were waiting for the man's presence.

"Crystall, madam, is calling you," one of the servants called.

Crystall averted her gaze. She smiled and nodded. However when  Crystall turned to the waiter beside her, the figure of the man behind the car unexpectedly looked toward the woman behind the wide glass in the restaurant. The man's forehead wrinkles, and then he ignored it by walking across to the University of Coral London.