The Unforeseen Part II: The Unforeseen, #2

By Kaan Kara

Second book of "The Unforeseen" series. A new adventure worth to be known. The fantasy story that started in the Purgatory continues in the Hell.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BadPress
• Release date: Oct 30, 2020
• ISBN: 9781071566237

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CHAPTER I

THE TORMENT

I'm small or everything around me is huge. I'm buzzing around. Everything is both stranger and familiar. It feels different, but somehow like the continuation of yesterday. An unpleasant smell attracts me. I see a man sleeping; I sit softly on his arm. I understand that I already came there for this reason. I'm sucking blood with my piercing mouthpart. I'm not a vampire or something like that. Even I'm not doing it for myself. I need blood to feed my kids. 

After I'm done, I sat aside. A considerably small amount of blood for the sleeping man, a heavy burden for me. I just need to breathe a little.

The man is waking up and scratching his arm. Somehow I feel the danger, but my burden is heavy, I need to breathe a little more. The man turns on the light, looks left and right. On the one hand, he continues to itch. I think, Could he be looking for me? but for such a big man in such a big room, I am a small detail and him looking for me looks ridiculous in the simplest terms. For a moment his eyes hang on me. Another possibility. I'm in the shadow, he can't see me. Why would he look for me? Then I realize he wasn't looking for me. He finds a newspaper. There is no rule not to read the newspaper at that hour. 

We look again in each other's eyes. This time it seems more realistic. The man's movements are slowing. I understand now that it is not about the newspaper or its intended use. 'Maybe its time to go' thinking myself. My children come to my mind. I have to take the blood on my back to them. They must be fed, grown and they must be able to raise their own children. This is my mission in life. I don't know why, I don't need to know. My children should also have the same mission. The man is approaching. I'm flapping my wings, but it's too late. My death doesn't take long enough to flash before my eyes. I can’t say the same about the pain. All my limbs, wings, my body are intertwined. I die with pain mixed up with the sadness of leaving my children behind and not being able to accomplish my only task in life. The light goes off...

The light is on again. I'm on a subway. It is a tiring work day, but as the working hours end, I got rid of all my tiredness. I am excited. Today is my sweetheart's birthday and I will ask her to marry me. Actually, I was going to propose to her two months ago, but I waited for her birthday because my sweetheart loves surprises. I also know how she admired the ring at that jeweler shop.

I've been saving money for a year to buy a ring. Okay, I'm not frugal, but I think it's ridiculous that something small, made of metal is so expensive. Anyway even if it's a bit late, now I have enough money. As I got off from work I withdrew all my money from the ATM. I'm going to get that ring. I enjoy thinking that I don't have to buy a birthday gift too. Also, the number of days I need to remember in the future will be less. In addition to what I lost at the gambling table, this ring is nothing. Moreover, my sweetheart deserves much more because she is my savior. If I got rid of the gambling swamp, it was thanks to her. Yes, she deserves much more than I can offer her.

I got off the subway and took the tram. After I got off from it, I arrived at the jeweler. In hundreds of jewelry, in a few seconds I found the one my sweetheart liked. It's like that ring is the only one shining. My excitement is growing. I ask the jeweler to put it in a beautiful box. So today, is the day, he says. I smile because I'm too excited to speak. After a while, Are you going to pay? the jeweler asks. Maybe he asked twice because I'm not hearing. Where I was looking there was a vision of that moment.

I put my hand in my pocket. Empty! My excitement is growing, but it's no longer a joyful excitement. I'm fussy, I'm getting nervous. I check all my pockets. The result doesn't change. I must have dropped it somewhere, I say. I quickly get out of the jeweler. I'm taking back the way I came from. I look at the roads, I look at the platforms, I ask strangers; but there is none. I do not how many times I took the same route. As I sit in a corner and think, I take a look at the clock. I realize I have been on the road for maybe three hours.

I am surprised that my phone didn’t ring at all. I’m out of charge! I curse that I still haven't bought a new battery. I remember having a portable charger. I find it in my pocket. After a tense wait my phone is charged enough to turn on. Messages, calls are flowing. I immediately call my sweetheart. Naturally she asks where I am. I say I don't know and I really don't. I'm sitting in the dark on the sidewalk of a street at that moment. You promised, she says, my darling is crying. I am trying to understand. I understand what she meant when she said: You shouldn't gamble again, everything is over. No, I didn't gamble I say, but it's too late. The phone turns off …

At that moment I heard a creak. I could understand that the sound came from a wooden door. I couldn't see a door anywhere, but I knew it had to be somewhere. Moreover, it's not just an ordinary door. This is a door to my private. A door to a common room where my heart and mind intersect. Someone was about to open that door even though they had no right to do so. If I was in a place with a door, what were the things I saw? The feelings I had a second ago, were not that impressive anymore. Not so much, I was just the star in a drama movie and I was unaware that I was in a movie. After hearing the sound of that door, I didn't only discover that it was a movie, but I realized that the main character wasn't really me. I was having a memory that didn't belong to me and after hearing the click, I continued to watch it with the eyes of somebody who was the owner of the memory.

And the door opened. At the same time, it was as if I had took off VR glasses that I didn't know since when I was wearing them. All abstraction was lost, I found myself inside the reality. The door that was opened, that door that should have been special to me was right behind me. I didn't open it; someone who was allowed didn't do it either. Three people came in; three intruders. I didn't know how I was so aware of everything. My bare feet were touching the wooden floor. The floor was simple, but hot and that wasn't strange. It was also normal that my feet had a reddish color. They were not shiny, like the rest of my skin. There was a stamp or tattoo on my left arm near my shoulder: 7 I didn't have to look, I knew. It didn't matter when or by whom it was made. I was on the seventh floor, I was in Hell. All the things I saw until my door opened were actually my punishment. I discovered and seized everything in the same second.

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CHAPTER II

AN OLD FRIEND

I knew I will find you here.

I knew the voice, still turned my back to see its owner. The Boss was there, had entered my sanctuary. It was him who opened my door. Although I knew my torment would continue if my door wasn't opened, but I wasn't satisfied with the person who opened the door. There were two hefty guy with him. One of them seemed familiar. I tried to remember and I did in seconds. Of course, this was definitely Mark, with his height close to two meters and his weight proportional to his height. He wasn't the same old man which I poured hot sauce in his throat. He was maybe thirty or forty years younger. If he is Mark, the other man must have been Uncle Marlon whose cheeks are no longer that sweet. I thought of being able to analyze every detail that created a question mark in my head as a side effect of Hell. I would understand later that it wasn't so.

Oh, Joker, Joker, Joker… You made me so sad, son. Why did you do something like that, I don't understand. Of course we will talk about these for a long time. No need to hurry. Actually Mark had warned me about you and so I'll let him have fun first.

Mark wore a suit. Those old fashioned ones, which you wear vests with. He was dressed the same he used to dress while he was alive. Unlike then, he had a fit body which allowed him to wear both the vest and jacket buttoned up. A typical mafia character coming out of black and white movies. Only some special shoes and a fedora were missing. It was always difficult to find shoes that fit the size of those big feet. The Boss was wearing a classier suit. Maybe because he did not like hot weather, the collar of his shirt was open, and the buttons on his vest were not buttoned up. He have that wild look he used to have at interrogation times. Uncle Marlon was walking around with a shirt, trousers, braces and a jacket in his hand. The jacket probably belonged to the Boss because Uncle Marlon didn't like to wear.

When I saw my guests, I was a little sad. I was wearing a brown tunic with a belt at the waist. I wasn't obsessed with fashion, but it was a messy fabric. Maybe made from something like a sack of sugar. It was even hot to wear it; but even if I took it off or put on an extra fur coat, it wouldn't change the temperature I felt. Like many other things, I knew this. Mark had taken one step at most. I was amazed at the speed of thoughts that came through my mind.

I looked at Uncle Marlon again. Actually, I could say Marlon now. There was nothing left from the uncle I knew. What happened when he in his youth was almost as big as Mark, and then he turned in a sweet grandfather? The thing called old age must have punch him hard. Then I remembered that Marlon had a bullet on his forehead as a retirement bonus. I hadn't witnessed that moment, but as Paul told me about it, it shouldn't be a lie. Despite his youthful appearance, it would be a little odd to address to him with his name. Maybe it was a memory of our master-apprentice relationship. Uncle Marlon, didn't the Boss kill you? Why are you with him? I asked.

Marlon frowned, shook his head, kept his silence; but Mark talked: Loyalty is a phrase that the new generation forgets. It's normal that you don't understand.

Mark was younger, but his voice was still old. He was speaking in slow motion. Still, he had achieved his goal and managed to annoy me. I felt like the clock of the room was in my hands. I could move the time as fast or as slow as I wanted. I was bored waiting for Mark to come. I speeded up the minute hand in my mind. In the second second, Mark was next to me. When his big fist was about to hit my face, I grabbed his hand and pulled an uppercut into his stomach. At the same time, the ceiling was like ten meters high, and also like I could hit my head if I jumped. There was a problem with the room’s isometrics. Mark's back hit the ceiling and fell face down. My move surprised Marlon and frightened my Boss. The Boss went back out of the room, walking backwards. Then he pointed his hand towards me. I don't know if he was silently threatening me. Although his mouth moved, I did not hear anything. Maybe fifty people filled my room at once. I was hearing angry shouts. Not even a click sound