In this thing alone

I’m an auditorium with no one in the seats

I’m the speaker on the stage with no one to listen

No one there to hear what i have to say

No one there to care

But then again… why should they

Why should they have to sit in those empty seats

Just to get to know me

Sure i got a crew but that shit don’t matter to you

No one cares what i’m going through

All that matters to them is the scoop

The news, the gossip

I’m in this thing alone like i always have been

But maybe i need some one to chime in and maybe i need someone to step in line and ask me whats going on

Are you ok

Is everything alright

Maybe i need someone to fill in the seats in my empty auditorium maybe I need to know i'm not alone. Maybe I need someone to speak up and help me. Maybe I need someone to understand.

To understand me understand the things i’m going through

I feel like a fish drowning in water

Drowning in sorrow and regret

No one to save me

Or grab me out this miserable sea of tears

I’ll just keep drifting and drifting until i  drift so far away

i completely vanish from existence

But maybe i want to vanish

Maybe its the best thing to do

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Alex look outside the window as rain pattered gently down onto the window. It bubbled down in aggressive spurts and sprays. The newly-crowned man glanced at his wrist and noticed the time. 20:32.Panicking, Alex swept off his chair and stumbled around his cloak and heavy boots. "Oh, Kings of Stars, give me strength!" he muttered through gritted teeth. It felt like he was wading through a swamp. The pitter-patter of feet made Alex look up. There was Opal. She was dressed in a long, turquoise gown with white frills at the collar. Slim, ebony heels clicked satisfyingly on the wooden floor of the throne room. Opal's pale face and slender features were made up by graceful strokes of henna makeup. Alex remembered why he had loved her all that time ago...and why he still did. "The festival starts in minutes, my dear. Are you ready?""I would be if this cloak didn't trip me up at my every move." Alex replied whilst almost falling over in an attempt to unhook his cloak from his shoe. Opal just chuckled and swanned over to him, her hands wrapping around his neck. Alex's wife untied the broach around his chest and the long, ridiculous cloak collapsed to the floor with a whoosh. In one slender movement, the woman pinned a shorter, velvet red cloak to Alex and kissed him. "Ready now?""Always."Opal chuckled and grasped her bony fingers around Alex's. She took him out of the room and down to the courtyard where Alex surveyed his castle. There was a long balcony stretching all around the square, cobblestone yard. Hallways and grand doors veered off into the darkness and low torches flickered dimly in the evening light. Below the balcony, more doors and hallways seeped in and neatly cut hedges cornered of the courtyard. A mighty, golden chariot was waiting outside to take them down the to the town, where music and lights and noise could be heard and seen, with a strikingly black horse ready to go. Alex looked towards the sky and remembered his best mate. Zach. He smiled a little as a single tear dropped his cheek. He looked at Opal and her gaze was clouded with sadness as well. Alex touched his crown and then his heart."Never forgetting you buddy."

Hope u liked the ending :0

“As the hours pass and the ashes fall, the storm fades and leaves you now, what remains- an ever mess, that life is gone, forever more.”

A figure drowned in shades of gray pressed forward in the midst of a black abyss, their coat tails streaming behind them with each and every step, darkness pressing outward from within and advancing their state. In the light their figure would illuminate a brilliant white, utterly spotless, with only the blackness engulfing their form present- short their face. Half of their face was visible, the hood and shadow cast by their cloak of gray shrouding the top portion above the nostrils. Only a partial scowl visible protruding on pale skin, a lip curled down protruding an air of disgust in the form of their frown.

Their steps echoed, metallic with each clunk, echoing off of iron walls. A glimmer of brown hair, or perhaps a very dark dirty blond, swaying around and over their cheeks. Lights up above continued to flicker, old and rusted warehouse overhang lights. Bulbs cracked, some dimmer than dim and even a little reddish. It was a hallway they prowled forward through, gliding like a serpent through the corridor in light and dark.

As the figure rounded a turn the fabric of their cloak flapped, a gloved hand raising up and wielding a mask. A mask, blank in expression, and overall relatively dull. The only features of true note- a black and white star upon the forehead, surrounded in a red and magenta painted flame. And then the scar over the right eye, diagonal right across, carved into the mask rather than being painted like the flame.

The mask was placed to their face, the hood pushed back ever so revealing their masked face entirely now. The hair, shown again in the light, now silvery white- a lone sapphire blue right eye somewhat aglow beneath that mask and very much visible. And as the lights went out yet again their form would be mostly obscured, short of part of their wardrobe, and the entirety of that mask which remained visible even in the darkness itself.

The end of the hall neared, evident by the creaking of metal and a door opening, shining a dim light upon the now-masked entity. Their steps changed, no longer thudding echoes, instead clanking as they stepped out upon a catwalk one and then two. The hatch open and to their right. Around them, several identical individuals of white hair, blue eyes the same as the figure’s right, though all of them were cloaked in black robes with red stars etched upon the shoulders, chest, and back.

Rain pounded the metal sheet roof of the outside, cascading echoes sent in. This figure themself bore a white cloak, patterned with a different symbol entirely- almost appearing to be an eye with tendrils. Their head tilted forward and their gaze moved outwards, off of the catwalk. The entire surrounding room was nothing more than a rusted worn down factory. Equipment in disrepair lay all around, broken glass scattered across the floor, ceiling panels dead upon the ground; though that is not what this figure was taking in.

Down on the factory floor before them were several more in black. Unlike the multiple lookalikes standing with the masked figure, those on the floor were all somewhat custom. One man, dressed as a gentleman with a cloak draped around their shoulders, appearing rather elderly with long gray hair. Another, a woman of blood red hair, dressed in a skintight black jumpsuit with a shortcut black jacket over top and black shorts, the former of which held red stars over each of her shoulders. And then in the middle a man in a black long coat decked with silver fur wherever the fabric ended, patterned with the dark red stars.

The last man with a lone left amber-colored eye, stared up at the masked figure. This man’s expression was particularly sour, scowling- his wavy brown hair covering one eye and casting shadow over the other. Behind them, several dozen SWAT-dressed people in nothing but black, the same red star patterned across their chests front and center. The masked figure’s eye narrowed into a fine almost-glaring glare. Water dripped through the broken roof above, streams of it dripping down and pooling as puddles on the factory floor.

“Leon,” they spoke, a relatively hoarse and distorted, deep-pitched masculine voice, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You know damn well what this is about Cylux- your little alliance with that bastard Arkaza. When did you think it appropriate to tell us, eh?!” Leon spat, his tone full of rage.

“Ah, so you’ve come all of this way just to discuss that,” the masked figure replied.

“Heh, ‘discuss’ he says, yeah we can go with that,” the woman chuckled to herself.

Leon then stepped forward, his right arm shot out, pointer finger pointing straight at Cylux, the look of total and excessive rage looming, “Your use of Arkaza, and the very essence of what you did with Azala, it is sickening. The Hive will no longer require your services as a result of your actions… and… because we can not allow for a loose end to continue lingering, we’re here to ensure that no threats befall us in the near future.”

“Hoh?” Cylux replied, unmoved, “So you’ve come all this way just to kill me? So I see; though I would very much implore you to reconsider your position here, Leon Sycamore. Do not forget that this is not yourplaying field, you’ve entered the unknown that is my dwelling.”

At once, all eight of the lookalikes stepped forward, their hair covering their eyes as they stopped at the edge of the catwalk, overlooking the Dharkanians below. The SWATs backed up a touch while the woman and the older man stepped forward, side by side with their leader, the leader of whom was now scanning the lookalikes- “Art of Dancing Shadows eh?”

“Considering your aim moving forward… anything you seek to accomplish here will not be without cost. Are you in a position to proceed with such risk that may compromise your grand plan? I would reconsider this one, old friend.”

“Nrrgh… Cortez, Tori, with me. Our combined might will be more than enough. Look alive!”

Without another word, all three shot high into the air, all with single leaps, all jetting ahead, all aimed right at the bodies and Cylux. And as they closed in the eight did not waiver, nor did Cylux, whose head simply lowered, their narrowed gaze turned into a glare. At once all of the lookalikes dropped low, their right hands touching the walk- and then BAM, out they flew, leaving the masked figure behind who simply gazed out. The three and the eight, launching for one another, not another word spoken in that moment short of the thoughts racing in their heads.

“Conflict in life is inevitable. The fire is fanned by our interactions with the world. From the flames we rise anew. We are grown by it, shaped by it, guided by it. A world of peace will never be an option- for if it were, we as humans would no longer evolve as people. Though when a fire grows out of control and ravages the lands, it falls to the cosmos or individuals to fight back those flames before they consume everything. With the fates holding out, it leaves only the latter, and for someone to move forward to answer the call.”

How many times have we doom scrolled on Social Media, wishing we were like those we idealised?Those gorgeous slim gym ladies, living a dream we’ve always dreamed of. Those warm sands beneath our feet, the crystal-clear water lapping at our toes. Their beautiful bowls made from rainbows and their sparkling drinks with the fruit wedges and umbrellas.The never ending forest trails carved out by the Fae. Hues of deep greens and muddy browns calling us home. The homemakers that live off their own produce, living simple and easier lives. The parents who are happy juggling their family lives while running their own business, or the stay-at-home parents making everyday an adventure. But all we think is, how do they manage it?The artists who showcase their incredible talents through their creations, building their own studios and living out their dreams. How we wish we could do the same.To the fashion houses, and high street stores, convincing us we need a new beauty routine every few months, or that our overstuffed wardrobes are drab and need constant revival. The diet fads and the perception of beauty changes based on those images flooding our mind at every turn. In film and TV, magazines and Social Media. Leaving us to wonder, if we will ever be enough?But we forget, it’s all an illusion and over time we’ve become blind to the truth. These perfect individuals are leading false lives. The photographs we surround ourselves with are nothing more than smoke and mirrors, opening our minds to be more critical of ourselves, and for what? To spiral ourselves into the blue, wishing we could change our lives in an instant. The pressures of society forcing us to reach that impossible bars based on their ideals of fulfillment.Over time, people have forgotten the beauty of living. That our lives are worth more than an image altered a thousand times or how we dress and how we speak. We shouldn’t measure our worth based on someone else’s capabilities, instead we should focus on our own journey and enjoy every second of the beauty that is life.​​​​​​​Always be true, always be you.

The war has lasted for less than a day. Tenno’s Household Guards has achieved an overwhelming victory by ease. In fact their duty is just akin of making sure no body has slipped through the net. Because most of the opponents have already been slaughtered by HIM,

A tall blind with a 10 feet long golden kata kamayari (片鎌槍）

Now there are only less than 10 samurais in front of him. Gathering behind these soldiers are dozens of pathetic crying women, children and oldies. They know they are going to die soon together with their masters,

Okada Ryuichi and Yoshie Toyo.

These two old men are standing tall in front of the blind, though. Ironically, for the two who were supposed to compete to the death but now relying on each other as the sole solidarity, this is the best collaborative battle they have managed to fight.

They can each smile with no regret to welcome their imminent deaths, as a true swordsman, a proud samurai.

Toyo moves cautiously apart from his partner, step by step around the left hand side of the Blind, until he reaches the back of the him, in a perfect semicircular trail. Keeping a distance of at least 20 feet in between.

Their opponent has a supreme ultra-human sense of motion and sound way beyond visionary. Toyo and Ryuichi know so well.

Toyo finally stops at a point that three of them forming a straight line. He knows that this will be the last combo they can perform.

They have to perform it in their effort, though the chance to win is almost none. They synchronize their breathing, their movement. Toyo then yells,

But instead of charging towards the back of his opponent, he jumps quickly towards the right hand side of him.

An almost inaudible “woosh” is accompanying an extremely powerful, intensive but invisible blade slashing from the left of the Blind,

A string, coated with diamond dust!

As Toyo moved around the Blind, he laid the “String Blade” onto the floor, with Ryuichi holding another end of the string. It is so light that this made no sound at all. The string formed a semi circle with the Blind being right at the centre. So when Toyo moved vigorously and quickly away from his partner, transforming the curve into a straight line, the flying string became a deadly blade almost voiceless!

Almost doesn’t imply none. The Blind immediately thrusts the Kamayari onto his left- CLING! It stops the string blade!

The partners moves right at once, in the way trying to tie the Blind with the string. If they succeed, the string can easily bisect him once it contracts.

The Blind suddenly jumps in the midair. He then uses the spear to coil the string from above.

He lands and pulls the string to draw them both towards him!

It is exactly what they have predicted to happen! Toyo takes advantage of the momentum and dashes towards the Blind with his hardest and strongest slash!

Toyo cannot witness how successful this blow ends up to be. Instead he sees -his own body and then his partner, his shocking family and finally the floor.

His headless body falls on the ground while his last blow was in vain.

His partner, Ryuichi cries out in a mixed feeling. His tanto, holding in his left hand, is stabbing right at the heart of the Blind while blood is squirting from his upper right arm without the forearm. Right before he was pulled to the Blind, Ryuichi use his tanto to cut off his right forearm where the string blade is attaching onto a metal wrist band. This changes his trail immediately and he could just manage to dodge the sweep of the deadly spear as well as to rolled to the front of the Blind and thrust him with the tanto!

He could not stop laughing because the last combo was finally performed in perfection. Though his partner is dead and he predicts he will follow soon, the thrill of piercing the almost unbreakable defense of the Blind, the legendary Saint Five member, still overwhelms him!

But the laughter turns to shocking silence as he realizes the peculiar feeling of stabbing a scarecrow instead of the flesh of a human body.

His trembling hand slowly pulls out the tanto- it is CLEAN, as his own blood has been wiped away by SOMETHING .

”WHAT….THE HELL ARE YOU?!”

The Blind smiles and he swings his kamayari once again!

Blood splashes onto the floor.

Youta has shut down all the connections to the whole city, allowing limited access with 24 guarding and surveillance.

People inside the city knows what is gonna to happen to them soon. But inside of giving hope, everyone of them is trying the best to protect home. Men are training themselves to fight with the army. Women are harvesting farmland, preparing military rations and sewing/mending uniforms and armors. While teenage girls will look after others infants and kids. Youta has housed the weak and oldies inside his own castle. Motoya is assigned to protect them together with Asano Kouichi.

They are standing on the castle wall this morning.

”Tomorrow is the deadline. And this place will never be the same as before.” Kouichi says anxiously. “We saved the people here long time ago once from the hateful rulers of Tenno. I believe we can save them once again! We love them. We love this city. That is why we build our home here. And we love and respect Youta Sama. Everyone believes in him.”

Motoya listens. He knows he shouldn’t but he just keeps thinking of his home.

“Motoya san, I am sorry about the things being happening in your clan. Youta Sama has told me.”

Motoya looks at him.

”but I believe that your father is right! Let be gone by be gone! A man should try his best to live on the inheritance of his family, to carry on the love and hope, making use of them the will power to serve others! This should be the true destiny of you, Motoya san!”

”Yes. I believe in my family. Although I cannot fight with them, I know they will fight in a glorious  way til the end, not for the pride and reputation of a clan, but for the true JUSTICE and EQUALITY of Mankind.”

“I,” Kouichi stands solemnly, “salute to your family and you!”

Motoya smiles and nods.

”Well….let us fight for the same here for this lovely place, Kouichi san.” Motoya puts his hand on Kouichi’s shoulder and encourages him.

”Thank you. It is my honor to fight my last battle with you, Motoya san!”

”No.”Motoya smiles and replies, “there will still be many many more battles to be fought in the future. Tomorrow we will win!”

Kouichi looks at his eyes, in which he finds absolute confidence, an unquestionable faith, as if it is an indisputable fact.

”Why, what gives you such a strong belief?”Kouichi wants to believe too- he needs Motoya to persuade him.

Motoya holds the Holy Sword tightly and points It to the East,

“Because I believe in her, Sora San!”

Motoya smiles and says, “Don’t waste time here. Let us go down and complete our last drill with others!”

They descend from the wall. Before they join the others, Motoya visits the great hall inside the castle. There he finds Otama Ai.

”How are the others? I hope we can keep up their spirit. Unity is as import as strength for us to win this battle.” Motoya says.

”Everybody is good. They believe in each other especially their ruler. Just that some of them are complaining why can’t they join the fight. Women here are tough. Some can be tougher than men.”Ai is smoking her pipe while she is playing with her tanto.

“Then how about you? Do you trust him?”

”……….he needs to prove that. Everyone can bluff. But in face of death, he face the true testament to his honesty.”

”But you still choose to stay along by his side, til the end….I think that’s the biggest motivation to Youta already.”

”I choose to witness the truth by my own eyes.”

”I believe the answer would worth the wait. I can see integrity and probity in Youta. He is true to himself and his people as well.”

Ai squints and sucks hard her smoking pipe. Then a teenage girl with a serious face rushes to her with a bucket of knifes and sharpened wedges.

”Ai san! Please examine these!” She presents the content to Ai carefully.

”Good. Yui. Please help distribute to everyone.”

”Yes!” The girl nods and rushes to the women and the oldies.

”At last, one should trust no one but her own self.” Ai blows out a series of smoke ring and continues proudly, “and don’t look down on WOMEN!”

Motoya laughs and replies without hesitation, “I guess you forgot who is my SENSAI already.”

SHE is going to rewrite History.

Sora’s hands are shaking. She opens the sealed envelop Aki just passed her, written outside:

To my love, Sora. From Haru.

Aki is dancing and singing in her room alone. It is a small hut situated a few hundred meters from Haru’s ruined Eastern Village. Since the massacre broken out, the village has become a ghost town, haunted and no human dares to come close. On the other hand, Aki can dwell in her small house without any disturbance since then.

“Mother left. And big sister has left Aki too. Now Aki has to live here alone….”the girl stops dancing and finds a chair to sit down. “Aki misses big sister. She is good to Aki. We travelled to a lot of places together. She taught Aki to fight, to hunt and

to dance.”

”So… you have been traveling with Haru so long? Do you remember when she said goodbye to you?” Sora hardly suppresses her tears and asks.

”Aki couldn’t remember when. But big sister brought me here and told Aki to stay here until the FLAME hurts Aki….the moment the Sakura blossoms, the cicidas sing, the forest turns orange and the snow flakes fall….”

“Aki saw the Sakura and so I put on MOTHER’s armor and set off. Big sister said IT will bring me to find you. Because you will be carrying this” Aki then points at the HELL BLADE.

Sora understand now. She can also “sense” the connection between the sword and an unidentified signal source, a moving emitter keeps tracking her and been following her until she stationed at Shikoku at last. There is some kind of resonance between the Sword and Mornga’s red armor.

Aki stands up and her eyes suddenly turns reddish, even her voice changes dramatically,

”Successor, now open the envelop and face the TRUTH yourself!”

Sora remember that voice, the one who stood on the roof top of the Tazu Ryokan and teased her.

She takes out a letter inside the envelop, written by Haru,

”I seldom write. You know that, Sora. Writing is never my style. May be it is because of the Enlightenment? I guess my skill has been improved! Hahaha! Since you are reading this, I don’t think I should introduce Aki to you. But as you see, she is a poor child. Mornga sure was not a good mum. But she did love her. And if love can save people, I hope you can use those you preserved for me to save her.

Don’t you see that? She is just an innocent baby, a blink sheet of paper that deserves to fill up by grateful and beautiful words of love. If ever fate has treated us badly and made us apart, I wish it treats her nicely this time. Because fate has allow us to find her.

Mornga was regret to have given birth to this child- the most forbidden part for her kind. Love was more likely a curse than a blessing to them. Mornga knew that when she discovered the FLAME on her child’s back- the scar which can only be found on Mornga. She could finally make sure one thing- she had created another Mornga to this world!”

Sora stops reading for a while as she discovers Aki is playing with herself again like a baby girl.

“Every Mornga should find her Successor to inherit the Hell Blade. Because it is the only way to get rid of the CURSE by passing it down to the next generation, via the Enlightenment by the Kami of FLAME, the Demonic Dragon.

The saddest part was- Enlightenment was supposed to happen ONCE AND FOR ALL for each Succession. This means the Dragon will only fulfill the wish of ONE MORNGA only, leaving the other on Earth to suffer the torture of the curse for her rest of life!

Mornga had made up her mind. So when she gave me the Hell Blade, she begged me one thing- to kill her so that the Dragon would pass down the curse of her daughter, the Sole MORNGA in the world, to me.”

Sora closes her eyes. The faded memory emerges in her mind once again-

“Thank…you….and please….look after Aki until you find someone who can…..give LOVE AND HAPPINESS to her.”

Mornga died with her weird smiling face. Haru’s shaky hands were holding the Hell Blade, with Mornga’s blood still dripping from the tip of it. She looked at the girl who was sleeping heavily in the bed- an innocent and beautiful face sparko like a baby.

Haru’s mind was in chaos. She had been beaten by Mornga and taken to her house after she was {forced} to inherit the Hell Blade. Here, Mornga healed her wounds, introduced Aki to her and told her everything about MORNGA- the origin, the FLAME and MISTAKE she had made to give birth of Aki.

Haru felt pity of Aki, and hoped to save her by whatever means, mysteriously but affirmatively, deep in her heart.

She didn’t hate Mornga. And killing a person you do not hate or even having sympathy for, made her feel guilty and frustrated. Because on the other hand she knew that may be the only chance to save Aki.

Those rages and depressions were the catalyst to trigger the summon- the Demonic Dragon was descending from above. Haru looked at the girl, who was still sparko on the bed, as if the encounter was happening in dimension of space time that could only be experienced by the Dragon and the Successor!

“Why…..YOU LOOKS DIFFERENT FROM THE ONE I EXPECT! Who are you, MORTAL?”

”…….I am Haru, Haru of the Fire House of Tenryu Dojo!”

The creature coiled in the sky. It squinted as if it was considering something seriously.

“HARU! SUCCESSOR OF THE HELL BLADE! Your Rage and Despair have Summoned ME! Now, are you ready to INHERIT MY POWER!?”The creature  glee at last and asked.

”Do it! Do it now, you bastard!” Haru had been waiting impatiently. She yelled to the Dragon.

”WATCHER! Your silly tricks cannot fool me! Both of these GIRLS would be ENLIGHTENED by my hatred and wrath!”

Red smog raised from the floor and covered Haru and the Dragon. Haru felt a piercing thrill and stimulus running all through her body. Pains and pleasure overwhelmed every cells inside her.

The smog slowly died out. Haru breathed heavily on the her knees. She rushed immediately towards Aki. She was still asleep.

Haru examined her back. The urgly lumpy scar was still there.

”DAMNNNNNNNN!” Haru yells in anger and forlorn. She rushed out the hut and knees on the muddy ground.

“Why I cannot save her!? Why do you have to fill me up with so much pain and sorrow!?” Haru was holding her head vigorously as if she wanted to squeeze the answer from it.

BOTH OF THESE GIRLS?

Haru suddenly had a very bad feeling about her loved one, Sora! She stood up and looked up the sky. There, she saw a soothing light shinning on her face:

A beautiful creative surrounded by a heartwarming bluish aura was slowing descending.

”HARU THE PATHFINDER! Your Thirst for True, Your Battle for Soul have summoned me! Now, are you ready to inherit my wisdom and power?”

Sora is shocked! She cannot imagine that Haru and herself had both been Enlightened by BOTH DRAGONS, yet in a reverse order!

But if Haru had experienced the blessing of the Kami of Aqua, why did she choose to fight me at last? Why did she choose to sacrifice herself instead of accompanying her in this tedious, perilous and turbulent journey, as per THE PROMISE she made to me?

PATHFINDER….what does that mean?

“Aki was woken up by the screaming of the Big Sis. Aki saw Aurora and Thunder in the sky. It was scary but beautiful…..Aki told Big SiS MUM WAS FALLEN ASLEEP, then she gave US a big hug and said everything would be fine…..”

Sora keeps on reading,

”We set off for my last journey the day after. I first investigated the conspiracy via the only surviving bandit who attacked my village and figured out how Tenryu Dojo was involved. Sadly as I rushed back to the Dojo, it was too late….. YOU HAVE KILLED ALMOST EVERYBODY!

The Dragon didn’t lie….IT must have come to you afterward and opened your Evil Mind already!

(Sora’s hands are shaking! She has no idea of what Haru was writing about! Wasn’t she the JUDGE WHO IMPOSED LYNCHING? She recalls her memory and ensures that she had spared their lives before she left the Dojo….she keeps on reading)

My journey for the Truth and Redemption continued. Sadly we were always a few steps  lagging behind the Evil Subconsciousness inside you. Every criminal you punished and captured in the name of Justice, would finally perished mysteriously inside the jail or at places where they were exiled.

My hypothesis was proved right. There was a MONSTER breeding inside you, waiting for a chance to consume your mind and soul. It lured your subconsciousness at night, took control of your body and forced you to commit all those murders, including the whole Tenryu Dojo!

I must save you! So I kept following you, both to protect you from the assassins sent by Tenno and the Royalty, and to seek the chance to elicit the bloodthirsty MONSTER that the Dragon had implanted in you.”

Sora’s eyes are watering and the scene Haru smiled and turned around to execute her last Diabolic Blow keeps looping inside her mind.

Now she understands- How Haru elicited her to perform the Diabolic Sword in order to release the most savageness and berserk inside her. And how Haru put down the fire of vengeance and rages by LOVE and SACRIFICE!

“Haru had placed the right bet on you. But it costed her own life. Till then, when I was suggested to follow you and your partner, I haven’t noticed any weird berserk behavior of our Holy Successor…..”The Red Eye Aki suddenly appears again.

Sora cannot and need not to cover up her anguish of longing for her love, the guilt of her untold crimes committed by her dark side as well as the gratefulness for the redemption of consciousness that Haru had sacrificed her own life in order to bring along to her. Tear drops run down her face. She quickly moved Haru’s letter away from them. She needs to keep it intact.

Haru seldom writes. This letter is precious to us.

Sora feels the loved one somewhere around. She closes her eyes, imagining Haru standing in front of her,

”Sora. I am sorry that I broke my promise. I cannot accompany you any more. But my spirit and love will long live in your heart. And I hope you can look after Aki for me. I am sure your wisdom and endeavor will finally save her, just like I save you, from the inferno.

There is at last an interesting farewell present I should give to you. It is a scroll Aki’s mother had given me as our meeting gift. Aki should be keeping it for me.

Oh, dear. This must be the longest one I have written in my life. I hope it is not too difficult to read at least. So. It has come to the end at last.

Goodbye, my Love. And don’t ever look back. There are so many interesting things that will keep you busy in the rest of your life to look forward to. And I am sure you will find the best in your own way eventually!

Haru, your love.”

Aki’s innocent and lovely face bumps into Sora when she finishes reading. Her beautiful eyes, though always squinted, are clear and twinkling.

”So this is the PRESENT Big Sis wants Aki to keep until you arrive here.” She rushes to her bed and takes out a scroll from underside of the mattress.

It is an inked drawing. It must have been soaked in rain water. Some inked part had been washed running in a mess that spoiled the whole composition. Yet Sora can still recognize the original content of the drawing:

A picture of Two Dragons, coiling their bodies together, facing each other.

Strangely one of the dragon has its facial part being torn and removed, leaving a hole there.

”It ….looks like a kind of riddle, is it? Haru?”

Aki suddenly screams terrifyingly. She reaches out both hands to scratch her back!

”IT HURTS! IT HURTS!” Sora notices her lumpy scar turns burning bloody reddish if it is about to burst!

THE FLAME!

Sora tries to hold her tight to avoid her to hurt herself. “Stop! Aki! Take a deep breath! You can overcome it!” In fact Sora doesn’t have any idea of how to ease her pain and to calm her down.

Aki starts howling like an animal and her eyes are turning all red now, from the sclera to the iris, all red! And she struggles herself out from Sora’s embracement.

She pulls out a tanto from her kimono and thrusts at Sora’s abdomen.

Sora doesn’t dodge. She lets the blade stabbed into her tummy. Then she holds Aki’s hand tight.

Warm blood is bleeding from her wound and tints Aki’s forearm completely red. The warmth and the strong odor become a sedative to the lunatic little beast.

“It is alright now…..don’t be afraid! I will….save…..you!”

Aki’s ragged breathing gradually returns to steady and normal as Sora holds her tight. Her tanto still remains in Sora’s abdomen. But her hand doesn’t tremble with anxiety any more.

”Aki….feels good in your hug….Aki likes Sora.”

”I like you too, Aki.”

I must be too tired. After all I have flee for several days non-stop across hundred meters from the city.

Damn!

He examines his feet which are covered with abrasions. He reluctantly pulls out thorns and gravels inside those wounds. Pain does make his mind clear and keeps him awake.

But not clear enough to reveal the path that lies ahead of him.

Those Shoguns! I shouldn’t have trust those speculators! But damn! I am a fugitive wanted by the Royalty! Who else would dare to risk their lives to cover me up? Except those speculator warlords!? Well, if Uesugi Youta doesn’t have that guts, HE should have.

Hikirichi struggles to get up. He knows he can not take rest. The hounds can be right after him.

But I will survive, in this dog-eat-dog world! I don’t need to be the strongest. See who is the smartest after all!

He keeps going WEST.

Yeah…but holy shit!

WHAT DID I JUST DREAM ABOUT?

After Ace showed me around, we decided to seat with our parents who were already expecting us to join them, Ace mother kept looking to the door from time to time, I could clearly see she was expecting someone but before i could ask who the visitor was, a familiar but grown face walked in.

Jason, I screamed, struggling against Ace grip on my wrist, happy and sad at the time to see him. I had no idea he was coming tonight, I guess my parents already did because,  they couldn't hide their smile.

With the strange turn of events happening today, am positive my parents knows more about Jason than I do so, am not going to ask the obvious.

Audrey, meet Jason my older son, Mrs Demetriou said introducing him to me but i guess you two already know each other.

I nodded in shock at the mention of "Older Son" but it all made sense now. Scooting over so he could seat beside me, he chuckled, you're one fiesty tigress he sneakered pulling me in for a hug.

I smiled at the nickname I love.

Jason is someone I had a crush on before he transferred to another school, same time I started liking Ace, more like he was my first love.

Ace never knew about the magnitude of my feelings for Jason until tonight, I can see the look of betrayal in his eyes when I  accidentally mumbled how much Jason absence affected me.

I know my friends think am in love with Ace but the truth is, I only liked him for having a striking resemblance to Jason & until now I never knew they were brothers.

Tears pulled in my eyes, I inhaled his masculine scent and the memory of us when we were younger flooded back in, he's different now. Although he looks older than Ace, Ace is attractively built and more handsome than him.

Susie died, I whispered to him.

I am not aware of that he said, releasing me and scooping my face in his palms, I'll buy you another cat and we can name her Susie okay.....

You never looked back, why?

Am sorry, believe me when i say it hurt me so much leaving you here and I never for once stopped thinking about us.

I believe you I said, squeezing his hands in reassurance, he smiled before clearing his throat, have you told her he ask nonchalantly to no one.

Leave it, she doesn't need to know right now Ace said.

Oh really, cause the last time I checked, this does not concern you and she has every right to know, since it involves her.

Are they talking about me, I think to myself in silence fiddling with my phone pouch.

The news willl only cause her to be unhappy and she doesn't deserve that Ace argued back weakly,  you could see he was unsure of whatever it is he is saying.

Are you sure about that, Jason asked mockingly.

Mom suddenly smiled at me, then, Jason drew me closer to his side, she deserves to know, he said that directly in my face like he really needed me to know this conversation was all about me.

She doesn't Ace roared, causing me to freeze. Have never seen him so worked up before, everything he does is always calculated, tonight is very unlike him.

The power he was radiating made the atmosphere to be damp, even Jason was frightened at first but masked up the fear before looking at his parents.

Ace, his father warned.

He wanted to say something but when his eyes fell on my face, I was stunned when he suddenly calmed down.

Audrey, your parents and I just signed a marriage contract of you and my son Jason, you will be getting engaged to him next month while your parents and i will plan the wedding Ace mom said.

The memory of Jason giving me a promise ring came back and I find myself agreeing to the engagement and wedding plans without any complaints.

I read the contract signed by my parents and realized that not only will Jason become the heir to the gang throne but will also inherit the family property/ multi billion dollar businesses.

Mr and Mrs Demetriou emotions remained the same, my parents face also look more relaxed than when we came in. They should be, their only daughter is about to be wedded to a soon to be billionaire, am not materialistic in nature but I just love the sound of it.

I look to Ace and he has his eyes on some place else, why do I feel a pang in my heart? Maybe because I feel sort of guilty for misleading him but it's not like Ace and I was entangled in any romantic relationship.

I thought the night will end right there after the breaking news of my wedding to Jason but, i got another shocking news when his mom talked about Ace engagement to the school bitch Estella.

Why? I ask.

Everyone looked at me and, I immediately showed my phone to them, pretending I was reacting to a message on whatsapp.

Thankfully they bought my lie. There is no way am going to have her as my sister in-law, was I really mad at that or something else, I couldn't tell yet.

Seeing her at school was enough torture for me but, having her as Ace wife, means twenty four hours torture, I think to myself but there was something else bothering my mind, something I couldn't really pin.

Am tired, i can't wait for this night to be over, all I want to do right now is hop on my bed and get some sleep.

Jason, grabbed my phone and put his number in. When he gave it back to me, I added a love emoji to it before saving it and giving him mine.

All this time Ace didn't validate my presence, am disappointed at him for doing that. Finally, he got up and walked away without looking back at anyone.

Until we left, Ace never returned. Which left me pondering over why he couldn't just be happy for his brother's wedding arrangements?

Or be happy for me.

To the boy who was never meant to be:

Why did it have to happen to us?

Why does everyone else get to have their stories then ours has to be lost somewhere in a corrupted state?

Why do we have to be the "right person, right place, wrong time"?

Why can't I just give up on what was never meant to be?

How did we go from a simple question to such heart break?

How did one person go to the one thing that makes me wake up in the morning?

How am I supposed to let go of the biggest regrets I've ever had?

How am I supposed to forget you so I can find someone else?

Please, next time, don't leave me. And I won't let you go.

-The girl who was never meant to be

As Tawny walked down the hall, she spotted Maddie, who was staring wistfully at something on the wall.

“What’s up, Mads?” Tawny asked.

“This,” Maddie said glumly. She pointed at an ornate flyer affixed to the wall, flush with colours of red, orange and brown.

Tawny read the flyer. “‘Ivoree Gates Annual Autumnal Social’? What’s that?”

“Only one of the most high-profile, prestigious events of the school year,” Maddie said. “And my worst nightmare.”

Tawny frowned. “Why’s that?”

“Because I never have a date!” groaned Maddie. “It’s a real who’s-who sort of event, and there’s no better way to feel like a nobody than to not have a plus one.”

“No one’s ever asked you to be your date?” asked Tawny.

“Uh...actually,” Maddie said, her eyes going to the floor, “No. That’s not allowed. It’s a Sadie Hawkins dance.”

Tawny blinked. “Sadie...Hawkins...?”

“It means the girls have to ask the guys out...” muttered Maddie.

They continued together down the hall. “Girls ask the guys...” mused Tawny. “So that means...you’ve been dateless by choice.”

Maddie nodded.

Tawny pressed on. “Is it because you’re shy? Do you not think any of the boys would want you as a date?

“More or less...” replied Maddie. “Yes, no...it’s complicated. Could we...maybe change the subject? This social always tends to freak me out.”

“Oh, ok...” Tawny noticed that Maddie was getting uncomfortable so they talked a bit about their plans for the upcoming break.

When they turned the corner, however, the next corridor was abuzz with female students whispering and murmuring.

Tawny thought she was once again being visibly ostracized, but Maddie placed a hand on her shoulder. “There’s a rumour flying around. Apparently, Grady and Elizabeth are on the outs.”

“I didn’t even know they were a couple...” Tawny mused over the cruel exchange between Grady and Elizabeth in English class, and suddenly Elizabeth’s reaction made total sense.

“Yeah, Grady was asked by another girl to the dance and he accepted. It’s like the talk of the town - Grady and Elizabeth were like a celebrity couple for YEARS.”

“That’s too bad,” said Tawny.

As they reached outside and descended the steps, another group of girls were outside the school, screeching uncontrollably.

In the centre of it all stood Elaine, the loudest of them all, dancing in place and fanning herself.

“He said YES!” cried Elaine, with actual tears streaming down her face. “He actually said YES!”

As the other girls congratulated her, Tawny spotted Dylan’s red Porsche peeling down the road.

“Whoa...looks like Elaine won the lottery,” said Maddie. “I guess Dylan finally let himself be asked out to the Social.”

“He doesn’t go?” asked Tawny.

“Not usually,” replied Maddie. “I mean...he’d still show up and wreak havoc because of who he is. But he never would go as someone’s date. This is certainly a first.”

“The rich get richer,” mused Tawny.

As they continued onward to their dormitory, Tawny caught sight of something.

A tall, statuesque woman, with long brown hair, was standing in the distance. She was looking away from them, at the trees surrounding the Ivoree Gates campus. She was wearing an emerald green coat and a royal purple scarf; both the scarf and the woman’s hair whipped wildly thanks to the seasonal wind that blew.

“You alright?” asked Maddie.

Tawny hadn’t even realized Maddie was still talking, she was so awestruck by the woman. “Uh...yeah, I’m fine.” When Tawny turned her attention back to the trees, the woman was nowhere to be seen. It was as if she had vanished into thin air.

“Hey Maddie...” said Tawny. “Ivoree Gates isn’t haunted by any chance?”

Maddie raised an eyebrow. “Haunted?”

“Yeah, like...are their ghosts that roam the campus during the day or...?”

Maddie chuckled and threw her arm around Tawny affectionately. “I can see why McCurdy’s class is your favourite. You are just bursting with creative imagination.”

1

Monday. The most hated day of the week for the last hundred years. Doesn’t matter what, whether it’s raining, or slush and mud, or bone freezing cold; people should always leave their lives behind, and go to the dangerous external world, only just for survival.

Most people hate that day. But not all of them. There are always certain enthusiastic people who greet the new day with a lot of energy and readiness to achieve. Perhaps these are the type of people that HR departments are always hunting for. Where do you see yourself in five years?

The young man crossing the street on that fall Monday morning never had a problem answering that question.

However, despite his enthusiasm, his appearance tells us a completely different story. A short Latino-American man, clumsy in his movements, he smiled with embarrassment every time he accidentally almost bumped into a passerby, and people smiled back. Every step he took was uneven, like someone just learning to walk. He’s always been making a sad, happy or tense face of its own accord. Sometimes he was stopping right in the middle of the street and watching things on his phone, which led many cars honking at him. He had a simple face, and any stranger would say he was a kind, perhaps even weak person. His childish smile, which made him look defenseless, and his thick eyebrows that gave him rural charm could help him make friends, but also could have played a cruel joke on him.

“Mr. Kevin!” someone called him from behind.

Kevin turned and realized he had missed the car that was waiting for him. He had known this driver for three years, and that scene had happened more than a hundred times, but Mr. Harris never got angry at him. As always, Kevin sits in the car, saying sorry for not noticing it, and Mr. Harris, as always, says it’s nothing.

That’s how the average morning starts for an unusual yet ordinary guy, who loves his work and loves his life.

2

Making good friends was always hard for Kevin. However, Kevin was also fortunate. This time too, at his current job, almost immediately he found a new mate. Over the past three years, Chris had been his only good friend from work. Both Chris and Kevin were the head researchers of their respective labs, and they seldom saw each other during working hours, so maybe that was a reason they could sustain friendship, because most of the people would say they were incompatible. While Kevin was a calm person and despite all his intelligence he was a complete simpleton — even his wife, Debby, somehow said he reminds her of a little calf, trustful and curious — Chris was a type of heart-stealing playboy, with a smile that could possibly open any door. Kevin sometimes compared him to a captain from Doctor Who, but of course he would never say that aloud. Chris was tall, had a good complexion, and sometimes Kevin felt envious of him, but he never thought of going to the gym, and achieving a good body for himself. Kevin was taking a breath, looking sad, but he was forgetting about that almost immediately. However, despite their differences, Kevin and Chris maintained their friendship over the years.

It was Tuesday evening. Chris and Kevin were sitting at the local bar, from time to time, Chris raised his glass, allowing rays of scarlet sunset to shine through his drink. Chris was already relaxed. Meanwhile, Kevin could consume only beer, any stronger drink immediately would knock him out. So, that evening, only Chris was a bit tipsy, while Kevin was mostly just sitting there and listening to him. Today, Chris talked even more than usual. The last couple of weeks he was really stressed out because of their colleague, who was a new — and a hundred times more stricter than the previous — staff security chief, and with the new safety rules that were established by the company two days ago, it became almost impossible to find a common language with him.

“I swear to you,” exclaimed Chris, “I bet you that Boris is a Russian spy, who wants to establish communism here in the US. Have you ever met a person named Boris? There you go. It’s too suspicious. Mark my words, we all will regret one day.”

“We can’t know that,” Kevin tried to calm him down. “Furthermore, there has been no communism in Russia for around fifty years, people who have seen the Soviet Union with their own eyes are already too old. And speaking of Boris, I heard he was in the military, so it’s impossible for him to be a Russian spy.”

“How could you know that?” Chris was already heated. “It’s just his cover. Did you see his face yesterday? As if I killed his beloved little puppet dog.”

“You forgot to mark containers with chemicals again. It breaks even old safety rules, not just new ones.”

“There was only one new container, not a hundred of them. It was still sealed. How could we mix it up?”

“Boris nitpicks you just because of such an attitude. Things related to safety rules didn’t become wrong even if you have “justification”.”

“Why do you protect him? You also were bullied by Boris in the last couple days,” Chris noticed.

“I haven’t gotten used to the new safety rules yet; it’s just a matter of time. As soon as we all get used to new rules, I’m sure we will get along with Boris.”

“You are such an optimist!” shouted Chris. “Even if you reject that, we are in big trouble, and I swear, we —”

A phone call interrupted Chris. He glanced at his phone screen.

“It’s my boyfriend,” he said quietly. “Hey, James!...”

After a couple of seconds he turns to Kevin.

“We’re having a big party today. Want to join?”

Kevin actually wanted to, but he still needed to go to work tomorrow, and there were things he wanted to check out today. His wife also was waiting for him, and they haven’t had much time together recently, and he felt a bit guilty, so he went home.

3

In the late evening only the sounds of the mechanical keyboard could be heard. The room was shrouded in semi-darkness; the light from the computer screen and the small desk lamp couldn’t brighten the room. Anybody who might enter the room would get the smell of apples immediately. The man’s figure was covering the light from the screen, and his face was brightened. He looked tense and serious, sometimes biting his lip. That’s how Kevin was spending his evenings for the last two years.

He worked in a chemical research company. They didn’t produce anything, but instead they were researching new possibilities. After a new discovery they were selling the right to produce, but kept patents. Their company tried to create a new antidepressant, and two years ago Chris’s team achieved success. They called it Clarent, and it was highly efficient. However, that new substance was toxic for the mucous membrane, so it couldn’t be used through oral administration. It couldn’t be injected into the bloodstream, because at higher concentrations it was toxic as well. The only way they could use it was by IV, when the drug in low concentration is slowly injected into the blood. But that wasn’t the way for the company, they couldn't sell the formula for such a weird working drug, meanwhile the real cost of it was enormous. So they wanted to create a new substance that can be safely consumed in very small concentrations, and in certain conditions, like special electromagnetic signals, it can be reduced into Clarent. That’s where Kevin's work began. If they achieve that, Kevin believed that depression could be cured, just as humanity once defeated smallpox and rubella. Before attempting to produce a new substance, Kevin’s team first needed to simulate a new molecule in the computer, because, if the computer says there is no way that can work, it’s worthless to try. While the big supercomputer was full time modeling different combinations, Kevin decided to try some specific molecules. Every evening he came home from work and tried new ideas he accumulated during work hours.

After a quick dinner he settled down in his office, and worked without counting time. He had a full carafe of apple juice, and drank almost everything; only half of the glass remained.

The screen blinked a couple of times, Kevin closed the red window titled “failure” and breathed out with disappointment. He already wanted to start modeling the new molecule and reached for the notebook, when the door opened.

“Aren’t you finishing, honey?” a sleepy woman asked from a slightly opened door.

Kevin saw her curvy red hair. He felt guilty again, but …

“I’m almost done,” answered Kevin. “Please don’t wait for me, Debby, and go to sleep.”

She exhaled.

“Fine, but remember, you still have to go to work tomorrow. Don’t stay too long,” Debby said after a second of silence.

She smiled mysteriously before closing the door. Kevin looked at the closed door for a short time, grabbed the notebook and started to enter data. Later in the morning Debby found him sleeping right in front of the computer, using the keyboard as a pillow. The big green window with a single title “success” on it grabbed attention.

4

That Wednesday was one of the hardest for Kevin’s team. Work began, and they immediately commenced synthesis of a new substance. They faced some problems, but they were all solved. The new substance was ready, and the team was preparing the final experiment. All the workers were tense, and seeing this, Kevin became more nervous.

“Mr. Kevin, it’s done! Please check the conditions before starting,” said the senior assistant.

Kevin rushed to the lab bench, and started checking chemicals and devices one by one. After confirming preparations, the experiment began. Now they just needed to wait. Minutes passed slowly, and Kevin, along with the team, didn’t say a word. This was not the first attempt to synthesize a molecule that computer simulations said “might work”. A year ago Kevin also discovered a possible molecule, but it didn’t work. That’s why everyone was nervous today. And when the lab door opened, some workers shuddered.

“I came just to remind you that the new security rules exam is scheduled for Friday.”

That was Boris. He was wearing a dark uniform, and there seemed to be no flaws in his appearance. Workers were still afraid of him, and Kevin decided to account to Boris by himself.

“Yes Mr. Boris, we conducted extended training yesterday, and our team has made good progress for now. I’m sure that examination will not cause any problems.”

“That’s inspiring news,” said Boris, but unlike his words, his face didn’t express any compliment.

He was already about to leave, when the door opened, and Chris came in.

“Greetings! How are you doing?” said Chris, and quickly walked toward Kevin. “You won’t believe what happened yesterday…” he stopped talking for a moment. “Are you conducting the experiment? Did you find something yesterday? You achieved a lot in a short time while I was having fun. Great job!”

Chris started frantically clapping Kevin’s shoulder.

“Mr. Chris,” a voice came from behind.

Only then did Chris realize that he hadn’t noticed Boris. He made a sour face, looking at Boris as a bad student who didn’t do his homework.

“Today you came to work ten minutes late. It’s the fourth time this month, and sixteenth since I started working here. If that continues, the administrator wouldn’t turn a blind eye to your mistakes. More importantly, you didn’t learn new security rules yet, and it doesn’t look like you will in the next two days.”

All that Chris’s face expressed was his strong desire to be somewhere else.

He was considering how to respond to Boris, when the assistant said, “Mr Kevin, it’s a failure.”

Out of frustration, Kevin wanted to break something.

“In that case, I will go. Don’t want to disturb you, guys,” said Chris, and flew out of the lab.

Boris also looked at Kevin and said, “I must go now. Don’t forget to prepare for the exam.”

After the guests had left, Kevin stayed silent for a while. Then he turned to the assistants.

“Please, check everything once more. I will be in my office,” he said.

5

Kevin spent the rest of Wednesday and all of Thursday in his office. Assistants called him for work issues a couple of times, and Chris once came to call him for lunch, but he didn’t come out. Everyone thought he locked himself in because of his disappointment, but in fact when it came to negative emotions Kevin had a fish memory. Behind closed doors of his office, Kevin was on the verge of resolving a new molecule issue. After the failure of the experiment, Kevin thought Is there any common pattern between this failed molecule and the previous one? What is the difference between a failed molecule and a successful one? He gathered data from previous and the latest experiment, then began analyzing it. Current data obviously wasn’t enough to make a conclusion, so it was impossible to figure out the common pattern mathematically. But Kevin always believed in his intuition, and didn’t hesitate in front of an unsolvable problem. By Thursday evening he almost blindly found the answer, but he felt stuck.

After that Kevin decided to take a break, and continue to analyze when the team will have more data. He called Chris and they met at the bar in the evening. When Kevin arrived, he saw Chris surrounded by a group of tourist women, fluently speaking Chinese Mandarin. Or it was just Kevin, who thought it was Chinese Mandarin, and fluent speech. Chris was wearing a pink shirt, but it didn’t look funny. Kevin could even be surprised, if he were interested in such things. After Chris noticed him, he said something to his companions that made them immediately sad, and raised his hand, calling Kevin. Kevin was a little afraid of new people, and when tourist women left Chris, he felt relieved. First Chris tried to get Kevin to talk, to find out why he hadn’t interacted with anyone for the last two days. But after a couple of shots, he forgot about previous intention, and conversation flowed naturally.

“... Then I saw his ex, and understood why James didn't believe in love when we first met,” Chris as always was talking a lot. “But what’s more impressive, it’s Deborah. I never would have said she’s your wife, if I didn’t know.”

“I’m still wondering myself. When we first met, she was… like… shining. Do you understand?”

“Kind of. But you never tell me how you two met. I feel a bit offended.”

“I was in London, attending presentations at organic chemistry conference. In the evenings I was visiting some sites. Once I came to the Faraday Museum. And at some point I understood that the things told by the guide were wrong. I pointed out his errors. An argument ensued between us, and I proved my point. She was here too. She approached me, and said I’m funny. But I didn’t hear it, I just…”

“Now I understand. It looks like she knows what she wants. She really has a different way of thinking.”

“She’s a very kind person. Sometimes I feel that I don’t deserve her.”

“I didn’t say anything about her kindness,” noted Chris with a smile, “but you can tell me.”

Kevin thought about the answer for a couple of seconds.

“You know she’s working now in that history revision group. They are trying to analyze historical figures, and their role from a modern perspective, even if it’s useless.”

That was a bit of an awkward answer, but Chris understood what Kevin meant. You are possibly a kind person if you try to find “evil” people from the past, and reveal their “evilness”.

“But what’s wrong with this?” Chris was taken aback by Kevin’s last words.

“They lived a long time ago. We can think we are good guys today, but after a thousand years, what would people say about us?”

Chris threw Kevin a sharp heavy look. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “You have a different way of thinking too. You both are pretty compatible,” he said with a smile. “But tell me, please, why were you locked in your office room for two days?” he changed the topic.

“I think I found a clue about what went wrong. If I finish that analysis, I would be able to create a new molecule that can transport your drug safely.”

“You did what? Why didn’t you tell me?” Chris was awed, and his voice became loud. “You can finish our project!”

“Not yet,” answered Kevin. After a few seconds, as Chris was staring at him with a suggestive look, he said, “There still isn’t enough data. I need more. Or some divine inspiration.”

“Now I see. Tell me if you finish it. I’m pretty interested in finishing the project. Have we come to an agreement?”

He looked right in Kevin’s eyes until Kevin answered, “Yes, of course, but why are you asking?”

“Besides, while you were so busy, you upset Debby with your behavior,” Chris changed the topic again.

“I have a great plan!” Kevin exclaimed. “I will invite her to dinner!”

Chris’s eyebrows raised, he wanted to say something, but then reconsidered, and his mouth was open for a second or two.

“... It’s a regular plan. Not great…,” he answered.

Kevin’s back immediately lost its stiffness, and he looked down.

“But for you two, it would be great. I’m sure!”  Chris saw changes in Kevin’s posture, and quickly took his words back.

“Are you sure? You sure that I don’t need to… like… make a new, great plan?”

“Yes, of course. If you came with a great plan, it would look suspicious, she might think you had an affair.”

“I would never! …” Kevin shouted.

He stood up from his seat, and his hands were on the table. He accidentally knocked over Chris’s glass. People around turned to them. Chris raised his hands, calming down everyone. He grabbed Kevin’s shoulder, and made him sit down again.

“I understand that, Kevin. It’s just a woman’s behavior. You should get used to it, if you're not planning to divorce one day.”

Kevin decided to follow good friend’s advice, and limit his plans to the dinner. Concerning Chris’s advice about women’s nature, first he thought, Isn't it a bit sexist? but he didn’t pursue that thought. It was causing negative emotions in his mind, so he forgot that after a minute.

6

Friday was expected to be a busy day. It was on this day that an exam on the new safety rules was scheduled, as well as a monthly report to management. There wasn’t much actual work planned, and for the first part of the day everyone could concentrate on preparing for the exam. Kevin was preparing for the exam with his team, learning and repeating new safety rules. After three hours of practicing, he decided to stop and prohibited further practice for assistants. He didn’t want them to be too nervous right before the examination. He told them to relax and drink tea while he went to Chris’s lab. When he arrived, he saw Chris and his team were studying hard. They were talking all at once, yelling and swapping papers. When Kevin saw that, he left them. Nobody noticed him. He walked down to the canteen and got some lunch. His thoughts were focused on the project, and time flew by quickly. When he looked at the clock, it was already time to go to the exam. If he hadn’t glanced at the clock by chance, he would have missed the exam.

Kevin walked up to the meeting room, where the examination was scheduled. When he met Chris, the latter didn’t look nervous. Kevin was curious to know how Chris was doing. Actually, Chris looked empowered when Kevin walked toward him.

“Are you ready?” asked Chris with a smile.

“I am, but what about you? Did you secretly practice all this time? You look confident.”

“I learned everything just in the last couple of hours.”

“Are you sure everything will be OK?”

“You worrying about me more than I do. All will be fine.”

While they were talking, examiners from the head office came. Kevin was prepared, and finished all the questions fifteen minutes early, but when he got out of the meeting room, in the corridor he saw Chris.

“I finished earlier than you!” exclaimed Chris. “Try harder next time.”

He was having fun. It looked like he was pretty confident about the results. So Kevin didn’t question him further.

“Are you still here?” asked Kevin. “Is there something more we should do?”

“I'm waiting for my people. You also should think about it,” Chris answered.

At that moment Kevin looked like a dog who accidentally chewed his owner's shoes while he was at work.

“Don’t worry, I will not tell your guys,” Chris laughed.

They stayed here, talking about random things. Kevin's assistants finished soon, and they went to the lab together, leaving Chris in the corridor alone. After they arrived, Kevin started a debriefing. It turned out that everyone did well, and their department shouldn’t have problems. Kevin gave some orders and went to Mr. Biedermeier for a monthly report.

The big office was brightly lit. Air conditioning was working, despite it being somewhat cold outside, and everyone else stopped using it. An obese short man was sitting in a giant but still cheap chair. Unexpected calls scared him, and he almost lost his wig.

He picked up the phone, and a creaky female voice announced, “Mr. Biedermeier, Mr. Menendez has come. Should I let him in?”

“Did he have an appointment?” asked Biedermeier in a falsetto voice.

“Yes.” The short answer left Biedermeier disappointed.

He fixed his wig and said, “Let him in!”

The door opened, and Kevin came in. Or tried to come in, to be precise. He tripped over the threshold, and almost fell.

“You should be more careful, Mr. Menendez,” Biedermeier clicked his tongue, “we still need your good work!”

“I'm sorry,” Kevin apologized.

“Please, have a seat, Mr. Menendez!” Biedermeier pointed to an empty chair. His short, sausage-shaped fingers almost made Kevin laugh, but he restrained himself.

“Why did you come today, Mr. Menendez?” Biedermeier asked with a smile.

“It’s a monthly report time, Mr. Biedermeier,” answered Kevin with some confusion.

Biedermeier's eyebrows drooped and his smile faded. He raised his hand to fix his wig, but his hand stopped in the middle, and he scratched the corner of his eyebrow with his finger. Kevin put papers on the desk, and started explaining what was done last month. With each term Kevin used in his speech, Biedermeier’s face looked more and more sour. After he listened to the final part, which didn't contain any terms, his face brightened. Quickly he made a strict expression that looked like a caricature.

“Mr. Menendez, do you understand that the future of our company depends on your work?”

His voice rose even higher, and his feigned anger looked funny. Every time he shook his head, his third chin trembled like jelly.

“Mr. Biedermeier, during this month we became much closer to solving our problem, and finishing our project. We can consider it as an intermediate success,” Kevin said.

Biedermeier smiled. “Good! Good!” He started nodding. “Anyway you should focus on your goal now. Don't worry, and work at your tempo.”

After Kevin left, he started fixing his wig.

7

The dim desk lamp was barely lighting the old office. The polish of the massive oak wood desk was mysteriously shining under the light of a lamp. Gray-blue smoke was floating everywhere in the office, filling it with the smell of cigarettes. The desk was filled with notebooks, paper packs, pens and pencils. A couple of books were creating a tower in the corner of the desk.

Two men were sitting around it, one in the simple wooden armchair, in the place of the owner, the second in the front of the desk, in the guest's place. One, seated as the owner, was a middle-aged man with the looks of a sixties Hollywood actor. He was tall, had blue eyes, blondish hair, and a strong chin. The second one was old and short, with short black hair, and black eyes. They both had shaved faces, and both were wearing suits. They were talking quietly, but they could be heard if desired.

“… with regards to the “Great South” project, Mr. Mitchell decided to bring it to the end by himself. No intervention required,” said a short man, while lighting a new cigarette. “Lastly, Mr. Anderson, about the project “Ascension”, it’s almost finished. We can start clinical trials after the final product is finished.”

“Talking about “Ascension”. Mr. Smith, how much do we need this project? It's controversial with everything I learned from Mr. Johnson. And all our predecessors were working in other ways. I thought that…”

“You want to close the project?” a short man interrupted him. “Have you forgotten? Why are you fighting, Mr Anderson?” He leaned forward, looking directly into Anderson’s eyes, and his voice was unnaturally loud, maybe the loudest voice this office had ever heard. “Do you believe you're fighting...for something? Can you tell me what it is? Is it freedom? Or truth? It's all illusions, Mr. Anderson!” he caught his breath. “Today China is strong like it never was. External threats not illusion, Mr. Anderson. If we can't finish “Ascension” in five years, we will face big problems in the future. So I can't close the “Ascension” project. It will be finished. Time for games is over.”

Anderson’s hands clenched; he didn’t say anything.

“In any case, I am the one who is leading the “Ascension”. I’m not going to turn a blind eyes on any intervention,” Mr. Smith put an end to the conversation.

“More coffee?” said Anderson as if nothing had happened.

“It would be nice,” nodded Smith.

Anderson stood, walked to the shadow-covered part of the office, and after five seconds returned with a tray, two glasses of hot coffee on it. They were drinking coffee in complete silence, and looking into each other's eyes. After a while, Smith stood, and without saying a word walked out of the room.

After he left, Anderson removed a folder with a pack of papers in it from the drawer, and looked at the title for a long time. Only two words were written on the title page: project “Ascension”.

8

Lights in the restaurant's big hall were too bright. Kevin tried not to look at the sides, because everything was too shiny. Whenever he got confused, he was looking at Debby, and calming down. When Kevin was looking at her, she was shining even more than all the lights, but Kevin found that he couldn't look away. She was in a new pink dress, wore light makeup, her hair was curled as always, and her eyes appeared to be more alive than average.

Her appearance reminded Kevin of their wedding day. He was worried and nervous, and he didn't remember any particular detail about their wedding, except Debby. When it came to her, he remembered everything, her look, her smile, her scent and her soft lips.

They were sitting for a while, before the waiter came up, and they were able to place an order. Kevin wanted to break the silence.

“How do you do at work? You don't tell me that much. In fact, we talk much less than before. It is sad.”

“Right. You had hard times recently, I suppose. I’m fine. Hanson wrote ugly paper again. I crushed his arguments in my latest work,” she said with a smile. “Now tell me, what has been going on with you recently? You weren't here, on Earth. I mean even more than usual.”

Kevin brightened up, while telling Debby about his achievements. He told her about the experiment, and later analysis. He didn't notice, when under the desk Debby clenched hands. She looked down for a while, then took a glance right in Kevin’s eyes.

“Congratulations. You are indeed a genius,” she said.

“I wish that was true,” Kevin said with sadness. “When I was in school, I participated in the chemistry olympiad several times. Every time I was second. You know why?”

“You weren't prepared well? How is it possible?” Debby frowned.

Kevin laughed, “Once I spent the whole year on preparation. But, doesn’t matter how hard I tried, I was always second. Because there was someone who truly can be considered as a genius. I’m not a genius, this is what I learned early in my life.”

“Who can excel you, especially when you spend a year on preparation? Maybe he was just practicing more?” Debby placed her hands on the desk, looking at Kevin with widened eyes.

“He wasn’t practicing at all,” Kevin grinned, “when I knew that, it broke me mentally. You know him. It’s Chris. He has been a genius since early childhood. He probably could have finished university as a teenager, if he weren’t that bad in anything else except math, chemistry and physics.”

Debby was confused by the whole situation. She couldn't say anything, and Kevin hurried to break the pessimistic atmosphere.

“I’m not obsessed with that. It’s ok to not be a genius. I have my strengths as well. If I work hard, everything will happen in a better way.”

Debby smiled, “It looks like you never lose heart. I’m sure you will have success with that project.”

Despite her words, she looked sad. Kevin sensed she wanted to tell him something, but he couldn’t find the words to ask her.

“You know… I understand that you felt lonely last week. That's my fault. I should be more capable as your husband. I’m sorry…” Kevin said what was in his mind for the last two days.

Debby gave him a warm smile, “I understand. You worked on this project for two years. It would be great if you could finish it. When I read in the newspaper about new drugs, I will know that’s my husband's work.”

Kevin's eyes became moist, he didn’t say anything, continuing to look at his wife.

“Your order…” Waiter's voice pulled him out of his transfixion.

Kevin watched how the waiter was laying out dishes and utensils on the table. Accidentally, he started to count the number of items and the same pieces of food on the plates. “Six, three, seventeen… no it should be in other way.”

His thoughts were chaotic and so as not to forget anything Kevin found his notebook, and started to write everything down.

Nothing could distract Kevin at that moment, even the sound of a fallen fork. Debby quickly raised it from the floor, her hands were shaking. Meanwhile, Kevin continued to write down ideas as fast as he could. His hand was moving rapidly, right before it abruptly stopped. Only then Kevin saw where he is, and what he was doing.

“Sorry…” Kevin avoided looking at Debby's eyes. “I just had an idea, and… I know this is not a justification, but… It should be our evening, and I just ruined everything.”

“Did you…” Deborah’s voice stuttered. “Did you find something? Can you solve the problem?”

It seemed to Kevin that his wife is worrying about success as much as he is. His heart filled with a warm feeling.

“I’ve found — as I think — the last clue.” Kevin answered with a smile, “If I'm right, that would be possible, yes.”

“That’s…” Debby smiled and covered Kevin’s hand. “That's good. I’m proud of you.”

They both looked happy, but the rest of the evening passed in short conversations and awkward silence.

9

Later in the evening and early night Kevin passed in his office, sitting in front of the computer. He sent Debby to sleep, and started work. He continued his previous analysis using new numbers he discovered. His face was so tense that his facial muscles were in pain, but he didn't notice it. He finished the analysis, and started to calculate the new molecule using analysis results. It was not difficult, but long work; Kevin's impatience was growing every minute. When he finished, he checked everything once more, and started to input information into the computer. All he could do was wait. Kevin reached for the decanter and noticed that all the apple juice was gone. He left his place and walked to the fridge. When he returned with a new decanter of juice, the simulation was finished with success. He sat in front of the computer, not knowing what to do next. Everything was finished, but he couldn’t force himself to go to bed. He sat like this for a while, drinking juice.

The next day was a Saturday, and workers weren't allowed to work, but Kevin wanted to check everything so badly that he decided to talk with security. Jerome was on shift when Kevin arrived in front of their company building.

“Hello Mr. Kevin!” Jerome greeted him. “What brings you here today?”

“Mr. Jerome,” Kevin grabbed his arm. “I have very important work to do, and I can't wait for Monday. The future of the company depends on this project's success. Even more, the future of humanity.”

Under his serious look Jerome was slightly taken aback.

“Mr. Kevin, if that's true, you should try it now, but you must know that Mr. Biedermeier is here on Saturdays. So you should be more careful. And don't stay for too long.”

“It's only about an hour, thanks…” Kevin answered while entering the elevator.

“Either this one or that one, they're both workaholics,” said Jerome looking at elevator doors.

When Kevin passed through the corridor, he saw that the door to Chris’s lab was open. He looked inside, and called for Chris. The latter came out from his office.

“Why are you here today, Kevin?” asked Chris with a smile.

“I found a solution yesterday,” Kevin said. “I can't wait for Monday. But what about you?”

“You did that?” Chris grabbed Kevin’s shoulders and started to shake him.

“If you continue to shake me like that, my hands will become incapable of doing any experiment,” Kevin tried to protect his shoulders.

“Oh sorry,” Chris passed back. “I'm just very glad for your success. Please, tell me if the experiment is successful.”

“I’ll do that. But what are you doing here today?” Kevin was still puzzled.

“Just boring paperwork. I spent last week in experiments, and didn’t do any unrelated paperwork. Now I need to do my skipped job, before it will be too much for me.”

“You always…” Kevin shook his head. “It’s nothing. Tell me if you need any help.”

With these words, Kevin, who already was full of impatience, went to his lab.

When arrived, he began pulling out his inventory. He set his lab bench, prepared all environments before starting the substance synthesis. It was hard work, with a lot of pitfalls. Fortunately, half of last night he was sitting and calculating synthesis scenarios. So when hard problems arose, he had an understanding of how they should be solved and work was finished quickly. The second stage was an experiment with a new synthesized molecule. He changed the environment, and started an experiment. While he was waiting, Kevin decided to clean up everything that was related to the previous stage. After he finished the work, the experiment was over. The only thing that needed to be checked was whether the Clarent was created after the reaction. And what he saw made him so happy that he almost pulled down part of his equipment from the desk. That was a complete success. He repeated the reaction again, and it was still here. The first thing he did afterward was call his wife.

“I did it! I did!” he exclaimed, his voice was loud, almost a yell. “I did it!”

There was no answer for a couple of seconds, then Debby said, “I knew you would have success. I’m proud of you. We should celebrate it later. I knew a good place, where we can relax for a couple of days. You should ask for vacation next week.”

“I will. I want to tell you so much. I’m completely squeezed out now.” Only now Kevin started to feel all of the fatigue from bad sleep and tense working.

Kevin remembered what he promised to Chris. He went to Chris's lab, even without cleaning his workplace.

10

When Kevin arrived, Chris’s lab was empty, and the door was open. He called Chris, but he had no answer. Kevin stepped in, and the chemical smell assailed his nostrils. He found a broken bottle on the floor. Fortunately, it was just a cleaning chemical, not something too dangerous. Everything you need to do is simply close the bottle after use, because it quickly evaporates. Kevin thought that Chris accidentally broke the bottle, and ran out, maybe for chemical protection gear, or he just decided to wait until the gas had dissipated, since it wasn’t toxic.

Kevin was about to leave and find Chris, when he noticed a notebook with an experiment journal opened on the desk. He couldn’t avoid taking a look. He started reading.

“13.05.2039. 3:45 pm. Clarent injected into the subject's blood. It died after 15 minutes. Need further improvements, or a different way of administration.”

…

“26.09.2040. 7:12 pm. Decided to use an IV with a small concentration of drug. Subject still suffering from side effects. Need to slow down IV by 70%.”

Kevin started to turn the pages, to see how it ends.

“20.02.2041. 11:08 am. Used a Clarent with a new influence program on a subject. Effect still low. Subject decided to eat grapes in 2/3 cases. Need further development of influence program. Maybe add more visual and sound would solve a problem.”

…

“24.01.2042. 01:00 pm. Checked the subject. All 15 grapes rotten away, subject decided to eat cucumber instead. Work of Clarent approved. Need to start experiments on humans.”

Kevin’s face turned pale. He returned the notebook to the table, opening it with trembling hands to the same page. In the process he accidentally ripped one of the pages. Kevin’s thoughts didn’t want to line up. The only thing he understood at that moment was that he hadn't worked on the antidepressant for the last two years. Clarent wasn’t an antidepressant. Instead it was a brainwashing drug. He was about to take this notebook to Biedermeier, but he changed his mind at the last second. What if Biedermeier already knew everything? No, that would be a mistake. So he decided to go with the notebook to the police. But what if Chris notices that the notebook is missing? The answer came to Kevin immediately. He took the notebook, opened the first page, and took a picture with his phone. Take a picture, then turn the page and repeat. After he photographed the entire journal, Kevin returned the page where it was opened.

He returned to his lab. Kevin wanted to delete everything from his computer, and clean the workplace, so no one could access data from his analysis, and what molecule he used. Fortunately, he hadn’t included the analysis in the report papers. When he deleted everything, and was already cleaning up a desk, the lab's door opened. Kevin shuddered and looked at the entrance with fear, but it wasn’t Chris. It was Boris.

“Good morning, Mr. Kevin,” Boris entered the lab. Kevin took a step back, then forced himself to stop, and look into Boris’s eyes.

“Hello Mr. Boris. I was already leaving,” he said.

“I wanted to ask why you’re here at an inappropriate time,” Boris walked towards Kevin, “but now I change my mind. What happened, Kevin?” He put his hand on Kevin’s shoulder, took him to the chair and made him sit. “Something scared you? Nobody can hurt you. I'm also here to protect you. You can tell me everything. I will listen to you.”

If Kevin hadn't been scared, he might have been surprised that Boris could talk so much. Instead, the words from Boris calmed him. Kevin didn't realize how he told everything to Boris. He thought that Boris had some magical power, but it was actually his military experience that enabled him to talk with people, and make them believe him.

When he finished the story, Boris immediately said, “You really don't need to bring it to the police. Intelligence could be involved too. Actually, I think the whole project is supervised by them. You need a better way, maybe these papers should be revealed in Congress,” he took a pause to think. “It would be better if you left the building through an exit for service staff. Since you don't have a car, you should pass the underground parking, and you will walk out near the “Fantasy” cafe. You can catch a taxi there. I highly recommend you leave the city by car later.”

Kevin was surprised by Boris’s attitude.

“Why are you helping me?” he asked.

“Once I had sworn…” Boris was confused, “to support and defend… Never mind. It’s my decision. Now you should leave.”

Kevin did as Boris said. When he was leaving the building through underground parking, a strange thought came to his mind. One who was supposed to be his friend turned out to be a spy, and the other, who was suspected to be a spy, is indeed a reliable person. Life truly is strange.

11

When Kevin arrived at home, he didn’t see Debby, despite her having a free day on Saturday too. He hurried to call her.

“Debby,” Kevin said when she answered the call, “something happened, and I have an important thing to tell you.”

“I’m at the grocery store right now. What happened?”

“I'll tell you when you return home. I… I was wrong. Sorry…” Kevin interrupted the call and started to wait. He didn’t know what to do in this situation, he was walking through the house, from one end to another, grabbing items, and returning them to the place. He couldn’t tell how much time passed before Debby arrived. When she came in, Kevin hurried to close the door.

“Your face is pale,” said Debby, looking at Kevin with concern. “Tell me what's happened.”

“Debby,” Kevin grabbed her hand, “it's hard to believe, but everything I was working on turned out to be a lie.”

He told her everything, how he went to work, how finished the experiment, how found Chris’s journal, and how escaped through underground parking.

“So, you deleted all of the data concerning the analysis from the computer at work.” Debby’s brows got furrowed, she started to rub her temples. “Don't you have data on the computer in your office here, in a house too?”

Kevin realized his miscount, and wanted to go to the office, but Debby stopped him.

“You can't make data disappear by deleting it,” she said, “they probably can restore all deleted data from the computer at your work. You need to erase the hard disk. I’ll do this for you.”

She took a pause for thought. “Meanwhile, I think we should leave the city as soon as possible. This guy, Boris probably knew what he said. You know I got my uncle's house. It’s in the wilderness, there is also a bunker nearby. You know, he was scared of nuclear war, so he built this bunker. So while I'm dealing with your PC, go and pack our luggage. Suitcases under the bed, and our documents in the wardrobe, in a box,” after saying that she went to Kevin's office.

Left alone, Kevin was confused for a second, but then he started to perform a task. He found a suitcase, but faced a dilemma — what should be put in besides documents? He decided to start with things he understands. So Kevin took the box, and started packing the documents. When he finished, he started with the most logical step, and put some clothes inside.

When he was folding a shirt, the door opened. Kevin got scared, but when he turned around, it was just Debby.

“I started a process. Now it will finish by itself,” she said. It looked like she was amused by Kevin's reaction.

She helped him finish packing. They put suitcases in Debby’s car; it was time to leave the house. Kevin took one last look at the house, where he lived happily for the last four years. He turned and got into the car.

Kevin calmed down a bit only when they left the city far behind.

Debby’s uncle’s house was really in the wilderness. They drove for seven hours; first it was a big highway then it changed to a country road. At some point Debby said they must leave the car, and walk to the uncle's house on foot. They grabbed suitcases and went through a narrow untrodden path. After fifteen minutes they arrived in front of a huge iron door, protruding from the ground covered in trees. Debby took out a big rusty key and put it into the lock. She turned it, and a loud creaky sound came out from the door. It opened.

“We need to pull it open,” said Debby.

They both were already exhausted, but it was time for the last push. They grabbed the handle, and pulled with all strength. The door opened slowly, making a loud noise in the process. They didn’t open it all the way through, only enough for their entrance. When they passed inside, Kevin started to look for a switch to turn lights on. He found it, and already reached for it, when a loud sound came from back.

BANG!

The last thing Kevin saw was a wall covered with his shadow. After it came complete darkness.

For a minute, there was complete silence in the dark place, hidden in nowhere

Then a woman's voice rang out, “Mr. Smith… I call you for my auntie. You remember her. She was guesting at my house. Now she has left. But the presents she left for me are still here…”

With these words she held a flash drive in the bottom of her handbag.

“That’s all I wanted to say, Mr. Smith.”

After sounds of her steps faded, this place fell into complete silence.

12

In the dark office in the middle of the night, Therense Anderson, was reading papers. After a while he closed the papers with disappointment and took a folder from his drawer. He took out clipped papers from it. He put these papers on the desk, but didn't open them to read, because he knew every word in this document. He started tapping his finger on the desk. Papers were lying under the light of a lamp. In the title was written:

Project “Ascension”.

Las tuberías de acero son comúnmente utilizadas en sistemas contra incendios debido a sus propiedades resistentes y duraderas. Estas tuberías se emplean para la conducción de agua y otros agentes extintores en instalaciones destinadas a combatir incendios. Algunas características y consideraciones relevantes incluyen:

Material y Especificaciones:

Las tuberías de acero utilizadas en sistemas contra incendios suelen cumplir con ciertos estándares y especificaciones, como la norma ASTM A795 para tuberías de acero sin costura recubiertas de zinc.

Es posible que también se utilicen tuberías de acero galvanizado para proporcionar resistencia a la corrosión.

Diámetro y Grosor de Pared:

El diámetro y el grosor de pared de las tuberías dependerán de la capacidad de flujo de agua requerida y de las normativas locales y códigos de construcción.

Instalación y Conexiones:

Las tuberías de acero para sistemas contra incendios deben instalarse según las normativas y códigos de construcción locales, que a menudo especifican la ubicación de las válvulas, conexiones y accesorios necesarios.

Mantenimiento:

Es importante realizar un mantenimiento regular para asegurar que el sistema esté en buen estado de funcionamiento en todo momento. Esto puede incluir inspecciones visuales, pruebas de presión y otros procedimientos definidos por los códigos locales.

Cumplimiento Normativo:

Asegúrate de que el diseño e instalación del sistema de tuberías cumpla con los requisitos normativos y códigos de construcción locales e internacionales.

Capacidad de Flujo y Presión:

Las tuberías deben ser capaces de suministrar la cantidad adecuada de agua a la presión requerida para combatir incendios de manera efectiva.

Resistencia al Fuego:

En algunas aplicaciones, se pueden requerir características específicas de resistencia al fuego para las tuberías. Esto puede variar según el entorno y las regulaciones locales.

Si estás considerando la instalación de tuberías de acero para sistema contra incendios con , es fundamental trabajar con profesionales de la ingeniería y la construcción que estén familiarizados con los códigos y normativas locales para garantizar un diseño e instalación seguros y eficientes.

Adrian was on business trip after whatever happened and how he behaved with her he just felt that he could use this opportunity to go on a business trip but inner information was that he was just embarrassed to face her when he was traveling around he met a person  with brown hair, clean shaved fair skin brown eyes and oval face he was really handsome who could attract as many girls he wanted to, he  soon became a really good friend of Adrian his name was Zen Mallick"So you do business investment ""Ya because I like to explore world and I am currently looking in NYC for an business investment do recommend me if you have some in your mind""Of course I can infact why Don't you invest in Rains Corporation its my company it will be win win situation for both of us""OK, I think I can use this opportunity"He smiled at him"Sia get things prepare in NYC Mr. Mallick will invest on our company""OK sir" she replied"So now I m already investing on your business tell me about yourself like how many girlfriend you have in NYC "Those word's from Zens mouth gave a wave of flashback in his mind which he was trying to avoid from a very long time"I don't have any girlfriend's in NYC but yaa I am getting married to a girl I don't like at all , you know she always smiles even if you are taunting her or saying things in a sarcastic way and she pretended to be ugly before me just because she didn't wanted any problem do I create problem, no I don't know why she did that and whenever I try to ask her , it's my personal life Mr. Rains that's what she says , I really just can't tolerate her and recently I got to know that she frequently have dinner with my best friend what does that mean she is my fiance she should have some etiquette and for God sake my name is connected with her she have to understand but she said , it's my personal life Mr. Rains I am just tired of her""Ohh Ohh hold on my friend you are describing her like that I have a feeling that you are deeply in love with her and its nice btw that ugly pretended part were you serious like how a girl can do that it's insane and by listening to you I want to meet her like rn"

" She is not your type""I will decide that after meeting her, and stop getting jealous you nerd I won't interfere in your so called hateful relationship" he giggled by saying"I didn't say that, it's just so annoying to me and I hate her with my whole heart""Whatever"

On the other hand Lisa got called from Sia that she need to prepare all the documents because someone is investing on there company, though she didn't know who was investing name will be filled on the spot so she need to wait for 2 hours

***

Adrian and zen reached NYC Jessa went airport to pick them up when she saw Adrian she ran and hugged him, Adrian jerked"What are you doing?""Just hugging you baby, I missed you so much"Zen coughed so both of them turned to him"So she is the fiance you mentioned adrian""Fiance??" Jessa looked at Adrian with questioning face"......." Adrian didn't said anything"I am not his fiance but will become later, I am his girlfriend Jessa Williams""It's seems I had heard your name before Ms Willams""Yaa I am CEO of tiara, you must have heard it, its an cosmetics startup now its quiet famous""Ohh! Nice to meet you, Iam Zen Mallick I invest in companies and also the founder of ZM ""Nice to meet you to Mr. Mallick""I am going to company you may leave now" said Adrian"I will go company with you darling""BTW when you guys are getting married, Adrian mentioned you as his fiance if you guys tell me then I can longer my stay at NYC"Adrian gave no look"I am glad he mentioned me as his fiance, but when he will officially propose me I will immediately will get married to him" she said happily"OK! Now we may leave its getting late" said AdrianZen noddedTwo of them reached company  forcing tantrum Adrian convinced Jessa to leave when they reached sia took them to meeting room where Lisa was arranging everything when the door of Meeting room opened , Lisa saw the investor Aswell Zen saw Lisa they both ran to each other and hugged each other tightly when Adrian saw that he was shocked as well as an unknown inner anger was developing inside him, after a while Lisa and Zen splitter"You look so so beautiful, ig my company and contact help you a lot these years " Zen commented by smiling"Ohh just shut up you pervert, I am just changing and I like the fact that you came back let's have dinner together today Riana will be mad after seeing you this handsome and successful""Ya let's go together"Adrian coughed" I didn't know Mr. Mallick you knew my secretary from before""Ohh she is my best friend and if I knew beforehand I should have invested long ago to spend time with my bff"He said by seeing her" what ever , let's head to work, Ms. Johnson you may leave now Sia will take over the meeting""But Mr. Rains sia told me that I was the one handling this meeting""So what I am saying sia will volunteer and that is my final decision, you may leave now thankyou""Okay Mr. Rains"She was leaving when zen stopped her"Let's meet for dinner""Ahh Ms. Johnson I forgot to tell you, you are working overtime tonight"She glanced at Adrian"Sure sir" with smile on her face Lisa saidWhen both Adrian and Zen done with the meeting"So how you know her""She is my childhood best friend, why did you asked btw why your girlfriend doesn't know that she is your fiance and tbh her personality is completely different from what you described""It's different because she is not my fiance""What do you mean?, please elaborate""Actually she is my ex girlfriend who still not moved on so she still behave like my girlfriend but as because she is good Nature girl I don't want to hurt her,I will  tell her about my fiance""So who is your Fiance?""Your best friend and my rival Ms. Lisa Johnson ""Are you serious, I have to talk to Lisa its not done" saying this he left Adrian was still confused Zen directly entered Lisa's cabin and said"Are you getting married to Adrian?"She was shocked but she admitted the fate and told him everything they were still on the cabin he was seated before him"If you don't like him you should not marry him""It's not in My hand father has no other option and I am really worried about his health""Are you agreeing to do marriage""There is no choice ""There is still one option left ""What?""A contractual marriage, if you do a contractual marriage of 1 year it will be easier for both of you and I can still have chance on you" he said by winking his eye"It seems reasonable for me let me think about it""Do it women, its a brilliant idea now I may leave either your boss will kill me for wasting his secretary's time""Okay bff thanks for your great idea"He leftLisa thought deeply about the things Zen told

Later Lisa walked towards Adrian's office she knocked"Come in "She entered"Mr. Rains these are the documents you have to sign "He took the files"Mr. Rains there is something I want to discuss with you""Go ahead, bubu"Ignoring him she continued"Let's do a contractual marriage of 1 year, this will fulfill our parents wish and our company will make profit too"He got up from his seat walked towards her grabbed her by her waist and pulled her to his torso "how you cameup with this idea, it's not bad at all  and I won't die in this one year hope so let's talk to our parents""You agreed to me Mr. Rains" she asked by making a questioning face"Yes I agreed to you bubu , let's marry early so that we can divorce early"She nodded

My head feels foggy, and my body aches as my eyes flicker open to the bright lighting of the room. I half expect to hear beeping or bustle coming from outside the room, but alas, nothing but silence meets my ears. Pausing for a moment as I look around, I can't help but wonder where I am. I try to remember, but I'm met with a pounding ache in my head. I'm in no hospital room; it appears like a normal bedroom. Among the walls are pictures littered with memories of people I don't know; a desk sits centered with the bed I lay upon; it too has memories; and a laptop sits idle. I half attempt to get out of bed, taking note of the bed set that matches everything from the sheets to the pillows. Eventually, I stumble my way around the messy house filled with strangers memories and find the bathroom. I splash cold water on my face again and again until I sink to the floor and cry. The memories come flooding back—the screaming, the fighting, the breakup, and then the drinking. This is no strangers house; it was mine and theirs. A love once rooted so deep has now left me with an empty chest. As I let out a scream one thought bounced inside my pounding head.

I wish the hangover amnesia had lasted just a bit longer.

--Written for a contest--