Quiescent Feather

Chapter I

Bloody Meet-up

In between of sky and land, there’s an eye that keeps on looking us. No matter what we do, they keep on tracking us, knowing what time we will up wake in the morning, what time we will leave the house and even what time we will sleep at night. The world has an endless mystery that even scientists and inventors cannot say that it’s all just a dream, an imagination or a vaguely gossip.

They kept on whispering especially at night, when the ocean’s waves were free to make a sonorous clamour. Their life had no beginning and ending. They’d been created in no particular time. Their only purpose was to keep an eye to us while we enjoyed life to the fullest.

The light from the darkish red half-moon covered the place where it happened. They were on a road where dust and sand were mixed as it blew together with the wind. The ground was rocky as the earthquake devastated a lively land.  The crickets and the frogs had been the provenance of the raising crescendo, making noise as the ocean waved triumphantly afar from them. Both sides of the road were grassy and the dead trees were surrounded of dead bodies. No way!

Blood scattered everywhere. By the time the clouds uncovered the moon, their dead bodies visibly appeared, mouths were half-opened, and most of them were killed by slashing their bodies brutally. The old man whose body was lying over the dusty gray rock, wearing a torn-sport coat and pants that did not match on his thin body, had a slash on his left shoulder down to his right chest while the young lady beside him who’s wearing a blue turtleneck and red fitted jeans, was viciously cut on the mouth down to her bloody neck. Her hands were both covered with drying blood.

 “What are you?” Mesh asked sternly, looking at the man who just saved her life. It was hard for Mesh to believe that this man standing near from her just pushed the track away when it was about to hit her. His power was just unbelievably no-ordinary.

She positioned herself like a sitting mermaid while touching her ankle that just disjointed. “That stupid track was about to hit me then,” she quivered, kneeling and blinking. She couldn’t find the right words to say. It happened, he just used his left warm hand to push it as he covered his masculine, and suave body to her. “How could you just do it --- pushing the 10 wheeler track away from me? And where is this f*ck*ng place with dead bodies?”

He turned around, afraid of answering her. He was shirtless, well at least, he wore black pants. His ashy dark straight hair shone under the lights from the moon, which just altering into a shining black diamond. Mesh couldn’t see his face. It was so dark and the moon’s light did no help. Mesh tried to stand, eager to see who the man was but unfortunately, she stumbled and fell over the floor, her face was on the surface of the dusty ground. He turned his face sideward to look if she was okay or not. Suddenly, he turned his body back to face her.

Finally, she saw his face. Mesh was speechless after seeing his green eyes that almost green like the jade green gemstone. It was eyes that could make your heart beat fast. His cheeks were chiselled like a finely-carved Michelangelo statue. His nose was perfectly symmetrical. His lips were so firm and perfectly fit: the kind that ends in a cute little smirk at the corners and the rays of the light coming from the moon just highlight the dimples on his cheeks. 

 He must be someone who knew Mesh. He looked familiar to her, but she couldn’t remember where she saw this man, this handsome man. He stood up while looking straight into her eyes. She couldn’t blink her eyes even if it needed so. He was serious looking at her, and it was a vague of seeing him like he had something to tell her, but he just couldn’t.

 “Who are you?” Mesh asked, uplifting her upper body.

 “Don’t move,” he commanded.

 "I’m asking who the hell are you,” she was hysterical.

 “Shhh,” he hissed and walked toward her. “You don’t know what’s happening right now. You are supposed to be dead, bloody, and--- lying over to I-don’t-know which one of them,” he pointed his index finger where the dead bodies were lying.

 “What do you mean? I didn’t do anything”

 “You will know soon, Mesh Henderfitz,” he faltered reluctantly.

 Her jaw fell open, knowing he just said her name. Her mind reeled and looked for an answer. Why did he know her name? He just looked familiar but not completely like she knew him.

When he reached her, he buckled his body, put his hand under her body, and carried it up into the old black shining Firenza. She opened her mouth to protest but she couldn’t command it to speak such words. His shoulders were broad but relaxed, and she could smell the mint soap. Mesh stared onto his face as he gently put her over the back seat.

The dead bodies didn’t fright her out. It was him. He terrified her, but in a way that she felt safe. He quickly flitted around and lunged inside the driver seat.

“You have to sleep now. I know you can’t hold it anymore. And--- kindly fastened your seatbelt,” he commanded nonchalantly, almost impassively.

She lamely crouched the seatbelt and locked it beside her left waist. She still didn’t want to close her eyes, but her stomach was badly reeling and she felt like retching. She uplifted her hands to look at it. It’s full of dust and dried blood. It smelled loathsome and grossly foul. Her sleepy mind and body is uncontrollable, before she could ask the shirtless handsome man who just saved her life, her eyes closed and heard someone whisper.

 “Thank God, you’re safe. You are mine. And I’ll be the only one who’s destined to kill you. Tomorrow will be a big day, you have to rest calmly and peacefully like this could be your last sleep ever.”

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