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85 The Cat Woman
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The Search for Freedom 86 The Comb Girl
After Alicia offered the spirit of the cat woman to her master, she told me something about the twelfth person that was destined to fight me. She told me that the next person that I needed to kill was a woman who had the power of a comb. My adversaries wield power from simple objects such as combs.Then Alicia brought me to the place where the twelfth person lives. She brought me to a very faraway place, a place where many people live, many huge houses stand, old structures are erected, and tall buildings stand against the unblemished sky. It was already morning in this place, and the sun had just shown up in the sky. The sounds of roasters could be heard, and the streets started to become crowded when the transportation came on."Alicia, do you have a plan to tell me where the twelfth person that I need to kill right now?" I said."She was just living there." Alicia pointed her fingers at the big house ahead. It seemed that the twelfth person is wealthy, because she lives in a mansio
The Search for Freedom 87 The Rocks Man
Alicia was laughing when she appeared beside me. She was laughing because of what she saw. Maybe she was laughing because I had gotten some wounds from the enemies. Maybe she was laughing because even though I got some wounds, I was still breathing. Definitely, she was laughing because the two people who were destined to fight me were already dead.As usual, she would offer their spirits to her master. After that, the bodies of the two suddenly disappeared from the spot where they were lying. Then Alicia invited me to go to a bar and stop killing people for a while, just to relax and drink some wine. Of course, I didn't go with her, because she would only waste time and cause some trouble there instead of doing the job that she needed to finish.Alicia took me to the other location, where the fourteenth person. She brought me to a very far place. I know that it was far because it took us seconds to reach the place, though we were teleporting.It seems that the fourteenth person's powe
The Search for Freedom 88 The End
I could see nothing but darkness. Everywhere I'd look, there was nothingness waiting. I was in a place of emptiness. I didn't know how I got into that kind of place. What I only remember was that I was fighting with the rocks man and I slipped off consciousness because of the rocks that he threw at me. I didn't know how to go back to the real world.My world suddenly tottered. I used all my power to stop the earthquake, but it was so strong that it wanted to destroy my whole world. There was someone destroying my world, the world of emptiness where I could do whatever I want, because I have freedom here. When I opened my eyes, I saw Alicia looking at me."Oh! Alice, what happened to the rocks man?" I asked."Good job, Kaila!" Alice exclaimed. "Your mission to that man has already been completed; you killed him. I'm sorry because I did not help you in killing him, but you still proved that you are powerful.""That's nothing. I know that you are still helping me to search for those peop
The Search for Freedom 1 The Trouble I Caused
LilThe sun was going down on the horizon. I could hear my own footsteps while walking down the street. I came from our school. The very old and wrinkled structures were aligned on both sides of the streets. Some people were sitting calmly on the chairs outside their huge houses while those children were playing. After a few minutes of walking, I arrived at the front of our house. Our house was just simple, and we were just as simple too.My mother was a vendor, while my father was a peasant. They both had not completed their schooling. My mother had only finished her elementary days, and my father was in high school. Because their families were indigent, they were forced to stop schooling and work instead. But though we were poor, my parents were rich in love. They always provided my necessities, such as shelter, food, clothing, learning, and love.I sometimes dream of becoming rich. I was envious of my classmates whose parents were giving them everything they wanted. I was envious o
The Search for Freedom 2 The Old Man
A day full of troubles had elapsed, and maybe that day was the worst day of my life because I got a wound from those bad boys, and my parents also fought because of me, although I didn't do anything wrong.How could I stop other people's discrimination? Those who would rejoice when they saw others suffering from the pain they had caused. What was it in me that they were doing that? Perhaps it was because I was poor and they were wealthy; it might have been because I was nice and kind; or perhaps it was because I didn't fight back.I was sometimes discouraged from going to school because of those bullies, but I also thought that I could not be successful if I did not continue my studies. How could I help those people who were oppressed by wealthy and wicked ones if I could not be successful? I would rather hurt than feel nothing at all.My mother might be already in the kitchen. She woke up early every day to prepare our breakfast while my father was still lying in bed. I sprang out of
The Search for Freedom 3 The Flash Report
KailaFrom the window of my bedroom, I could see that dusk had quickly arrived. While the darkness began to show, the moon and stars started to shine. It was already night, but I could recognize everything inside my room, for it was awash in the silver moonlight which would only disappear if I closed the windows.I could see the solid dark shadows that indicates the carriage house and the stables. The moon, like a thin wafer of pale lemon, hung impaled upon the slender shaft of a solitary pine standing on the grassy hill, but now covered with snow. Everything below seemed luminous, glowing dreamlike in the cold moonlight.The hither and thither movements of the cold air chilled me, so I closed the windows and lowered the pink drapes. I turned on the lights, took my pink backpack and notes to the desk, and answered my assignments.Though I had a wealthy family, I would never reckon with the servants and tutors. I wasn't an ambitious girl; I just wanted to live a simple life like anyone
The Search for Freedom 4 The Pinkish Cloud
I never found a way to fill all the silence. In the weeks that followed the greatest tragedy of my life, I jumped from my bed every morning, donned my pink sneakers, a black leather coat with a hood and went out of my dark room. Every morning, I would do a step-by-step move on the winding stairs and look at the paintings hanging on the wall.Whatever I would do, I could not forget my parents. Everything seemed gone from me: my happiness, my courage, and my weaknesses had scattered. The kind of life I had was meaningless; it did not had any destination; it was just flying with the cold breeze.Sitting on the concrete stairs in the front of the mansion, wist deep in thought because if I'd think of my parents, I didn't feel so alone. Looking at the groves and copses of trees came whip-crack sounds as the slight breeze moved their icy branches.The sunsets had changed. They were not as beautiful as they looked before. I had memories of my parents being everywhere around the mansion. I did
The Search for Freedom 5 The Injured Finger
Lil"Help! Help!" I shouted.I sprang out of my bed and realized that everything was just a bad dream. My room's door screamed decrepitude, and I saw my mother walking towards me in her old pajamas.The wooden bed was cracking when she sat down on it."Why were you shouting? Is there something wrong?" She queried."Nothing, I just had a bad dream and it seemed real," I replied."Dream? It's the first time that you've had a dream."Perhaps I shouted because I had never experienced having any dreams before. I always slept well every night, and I sometimes took a nap in the afternoon. Was there something wrong with why I had a bad dream?I remembered the old man who gave me a bluish cloud. He was the only weird thing that happened. He told me it was a power, but it seemed to have no effect. He might be fooling me too, and that didn't have any connection with my dream.He could be insane and was only trying to turn me into a monkey. Did I look so weak that many people were underestimating
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