Hollow part 52
- I DON’T KNOW ENGLISH VERY WELL. I JUST WANT TO IMPROVE IT.
- I’M NOT A WRITER.
- IF YOU SAW A MISTAKE, LET ME KNOW.
Are you really think that you are a master of your fate? What would you say, if I told you that you were wrong.
Akim, no longer young, but still good looking, rich man bought a new technology (machine that can cut many trees). He didn’t know that this simple decision not only will have an impact on his own life, but also change life of many others. There is also a girl. The girl, who want to discover who she really is and what is her role in this mess.
Three shots rent the air. They both twitched nervously. Suddenly the girl wrenched herself out of his grip and ran towards horrible sounds.
She stopped in doorways of room number 2 and her eyes swept over it. On the floor knelt a woman, who held man’s head. The man groaned and writhed in pain and from his left side dripped blood.
Suddenly besides lying man appeared another frame. Probably doctor. Thought the girl, saying how the man loaned over the wound, trying to stop bleeding.
The butcher lay on the floor overpowered.
In all the excitement she noticed a man standing beside the wall. He was white like a sheet and sweet ran down his face.
She clenched her teeth. Her whole body trembled.
Alive! He is alive!
She looked around the room. There is still a chance. There is not so many people and the Prime Minister was within shot. If she only pull out her gun…
She put her hand into pocket, feeling that victory is within reach, when suddenly someone grabbed her arm. She turned her head furiously and saw the mystery man.
Again him. This herald of misfortune. She narrowed her eyes, thinking if he tried to sabotage her.
“This isn’t good place for young lady.” His voice expressed worry. “Please, you can lean on me. You look like a ghost.”
Of course. Like an angel of death.
She heard footsteps, a lot of footsteps. The policemen entered the room.
Now, for sure she is condemned to fail. If the policemen searched everyone, she would be in trouble. It would be hard to explain, why she have a gun, especially in those circumstance. That’s why she decided to use one, old, always effective stratagem.
She clenched fingers around the man’s arm. They sunk hard and she felt a pleasure, causing him pain.
May he suffer.
She kept her head down.
“I have to take a breath.” She whispered, pretending weakness.
“Do you feel bad?”
He studied her face and then they stepped away into the corridor.
“Do you have something with you?” He asked, when they passed officers of the law.
“Yes a hat.” She said quietly.
“How it look?”
“Brown with small brim.”
He accused her on the seat and went for it.
She watched how he looked for her thing. The man was tall. His hair were dark like ebony. His skin had walnut colour and eyes were blue. His face wasn’t smooth. There was something wild, rapacious and mystery in him.
He took a hat from coat-stand and pointed it out to her.
“Here you are.”
“Thank you.” She said, raising gently her head.
The man smiled.
“I prefer you in this version. Ready?”
He helped her get up, ready for another portion of torture.
“Where do you live?” He asked, when they were outside.
“The corner of Mimosa Street 3”. She lied.
“That’s far away.” He raised his free hand up.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m doing my duty as a gentleman.”
“No need…” She said, stumbling.
“I can see…” He muttered. “For such Valkyrie, you are so scared of blood, Miss.”
A carriage stopped.
“The corner of Mimosa Street 3.” He said to a coachman and put coin in girl’s hand.
“Get some rest.” He said, suppressed her protest.
He helped her went inside and when he closed the door, he moved away.
“Thank you very much, Mister.”
The man raised his hand.
“You’re welcome. Good day Miss Gutmann”.
She felt she is getting hot and a paralyzing fear, tightened around her neck. She clenched her hands on the window frame. In the same moment the coachman slammed the reins and the vehicle slowly moved. She looked at the mystery man, until he disappeared in the distance. Then she sunk into the seat and bit her lips.