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Dejaŕ vu, it’s
all over again.
The phone turns
round and around in the air, and as she opened her eyes, it
bangs on the phone and falls down on the ground.
Breathing
heavily, she puts a hand over her temples and slowly rub the
migraine in her head, the banging that have been going on and on
for awhile.
The scene that
has just happened has not happened yet, the scene that has just
happened was just a flash in her head, something that just
lasted a second, but long enough to feel like an eternity.
She could even
smell the blood in her hands.
“What the…” She
rubs and rubs her temples, trying to alleviate the pain. Out of
the corner of her eye, she looked at the clock.
Newsflash, she
has been standing around for five minutes now.
“Shit!” She
screams, as she looks around in panic. Quickly grabbing her keys
and her wallet, she rushes out of her apartment. Their
apartment. The only proof of that now being the random pictures
of them both scattered around.
Putting on her
coat, still running towards the exit, she speaks frantically to
herself. “Toni, Toni was his driver until yesterday, she’ll know
where John is.” And before she’s even finished with the
sentence, the cell phone was already whipped out and her fingers
already frantically tapping on them. “Come on, come on.” She
says as she presses the phone against her ear and shoulders, so
that her hands could work freely in locking her apartment.
Their
apartment.
The phone was
busy, beeping and beeping in denial. “Shit.” Allys curses as she
quickly hanged up and dialed again. Her feet were taking her on
auto-pilot, gliding her down the stairs.
The same
beeping response greeted her with a sour hi.
“Shit, shit,
shit!” She screamed at the phone, gripping it in anger, trying
to crush the thick case protecting its precious little circuits.
And as she’s
putting her phone in her pocket, as she’s running down the
stairs, not even aware of anything, John still swimming in her
mind, she bumps into somebody.
“Oh, I’m
sorry.” The words automatically came out of her mouth, product
of our elementary schools with their etiquette socially accepted
responses.
Looking up, her
breath kind of stopped with shock and surprise.
The three
gentlemen, all well-dressed, collars on their necks, tattoos on
their open sleeves, sunglasses in the dark inside of the
apartment, looked at her and just nodded, tough.
The Yakuza.
The surprise
that opens her eyes wide.
Silence. As she
stares open-mouthed at them, and they stare with their eyes
hidden by the dark sunglasses over their eyes.
Mood covers.
“S’cuse me!”
She stammered, but it was already too late. Before she could
even sneak past them, the yakuza in the front grabbed her in the
arm, firmly, holding her in place.
Looking at
them, Allys tried to swallow, but even that didn’t go as well
either.
“You know one
John Black, don’t you?” The man said simply, coolly, his voice
calm and controlled, without even looking at her, his grip on
her arm enough to make her cower a little in fear. “And before
you say anything, I want to state, for the record, so that we
don’t waste any wasteful seconds in this conversation, that we
do know that you know him, and that you probably know where he
is also.”
Allys tried to
speak, but all that would pass through her lips was a breath of
silent air, trying to form words somewhere, somehow.
After waiting a
second for a response, the yakuza continued with the same calm
voice. “I would suggest that you take us to him, or else end up
as a dead woman in the docks.”
Looking at
them, a little cowered in fear, she tried to swallow. But even
that wouldn’t go well. |
