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Wednesday. 11/02/05. 04:11:50 AM
Ryo was fairly awake tonight, having taken naps here and there
at the dollar theater down at Carriage Place, on the corner of
Bethel Road and Sawmill. On Tuesdays, it was only fifty cents to
see a movie in that theater, and if you wanted to, you could
easily movie hop to other movies as soon as the one you paid for
was finished, and continue doing this until you wanted to leave.
Ryo remembered of the hot summer days when he would do this with
friends, hopping from one big blockbuster movie to another,
spending their entire day in air conditioner rooms with big THX
sound blasting from every side of the big projection screen.
Ryo slept at every one of the movies he watched today, napping
in each one of them, and then hopping to the next one, hoping to
stay awake at that one also. He always failed and tried again
and again, hoping to do better at the other one.
All he had now was time to kill.
Until the determined time.
If he even believed in the old man.
Days ago, the old man took a deep sigh, and relaxed his
shoulders as he opened up his eyes for the first time. Although
he was of Asian descent, he had bright blue eyes, glowing
strangely in the darkness of the room. "Days ago, when Eiji came
to visit me," He said, "I gave him a magical spell to determine
and choose his own future in the paths of fate."
As if on cue, the young woman sitting right next to him shifted
her weight and stared at Ryo right in the eyes.
"I told Eiji that the spell would allow him to die if he so much
wishes to end his life," the old man continued. "And if he does
wish to live, the spell would wear off in a week or so, and he
would never have to worry about it ever again."
"So you're telling me that your voodoo killed Eiji Shinrow?" Ryo
asked with almost a sneer.
"Believe it or not, it is all up to you." The old man said as he
closed his eyes again, sitting motionless on the bean bag. "I've
already given you all the information that I know, for anything
beyond that only Eiji would know."
Ryo looked at the old man suspiciously, and asked with a firm
voice. "Why did you give him this spell, if you knew that it
would kill him?"
"I didn't know it would kill him," The old man smiled. "It was
all up to his choice." He paused. "He could have lived a happy
life, easily, there was no guarantee that he would die from it."
Opening his eyes again, he looked straight into Ryo's eyes. "In
fact, nobody is ever certain about anything now, am I correct?
The only thing that is ever certain in the world is that there
is no certainty in the world, and that's what keeps everything
such a mystery, and that's what keeps curiosity so alive."
"I think you just broke your own uncertainty rule by saying that
there is a certainty in the uncertainty of the world." Ryo
smiled.
The old man didn't seem to be phased by the respond, but kept
his smile and his calm posture. "If you listen closely, you'll
be able to meet Eiji Shinrow, if you want."
Ryo stared at the old man with attention. "How?"
"Friday, November fourth, two thousand and five, after twelve
o'clock AM midnight." The young woman spoke up, her voice
echoing in the emptiness of the room. "You'll find him sitting
on the grass slopes near the soccer fields at Ohio State
University, the field right by the bridge over Olentangy River
Road, and the road bridge that connects both the campus itself
and the other side of the Olentangy River. Just by the Lincoln
Tower, and the parking lot right besides it." A pause. "He'll be
sitting there staring at the dim lights of the University campus
itself, reminiscing about the days when he was still a college
student."
Ryo was stunned, he didn't know what to say.
"I believe that's all that you wanted to know for now." The old
man smiled, as the young woman besides him stood up, and gently
pointed towards the door with her open palms up. |
