CHAPTER 4 - GRAFFITIS AND GHETTOS
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Tawal searched the neighbourhood for Mister Parker but couldn't find him. He rushed to the ghetto where he thought he might be healing the diseased for free. He passed through corridors and doors perceiving odors of rotten and boiling foods. It was a small circus despite the busy crowd in it. Venice's hell kitchen had been plunged into the mud if infidelity. Since the war in Aphna began, the once metropolitan area had gone through rapid change. The people living there were afflicted with all sorts of diseases - cholera, diabetes and STDs. Ghetto was a place for the lower class. The rumor had place through the urban areas - they needed survivors - they needed a doctor. Perchance some of them could survive the plague without blemish. Mister Parker had volunteered. Not as a doctor in the beginning but as an activist. He write to the chief. He discoursed with the chief revealing to him his findings - what he had not seen in the city, how his hedonistic pursuits are hindering him from the harsh nature of reality. Every meeting was futile. The chief always appeared unconcerned. Until one day he decided to go himself, eating his wheaties for the calamity he was about to beheld. Oftentimes, he would shed tears running back home as the ghost of the dead he couldn't save haunted his memory. His introverted nature made him seek out energy in quiet places. He sought refuge in the rivers, scribbling on his book like he had found theories that could save Venice. Sometimes he came along with his hook and line so he could roast fishes beside the river. He would spend hours daydreaming about the day he would save Venice or the day he would flee from Venice. But that day never came. Anyways he thought it would.
Some police officers were parading the ghetto searching for whoever might try to harm the inhabitants who ironically seem to be victims already. Two werewolves had devoured the last ones that came to patrol but the government of Venice remained adamant. They kept sending policemen who were oblivious of the fact. Tawal kept searching thoroughly for Mister Parker in the vicinity. He passed through a graffiti where some niggas stood smoking m*******a. They looked dirty and unkempt in their baggy trousers. "Hey you! Come over here!" The bony looking bloke called out. He pulled Tawal's dress by the chest and pushed the young lad to a wall. "Are you one of them?" The bearde one asked pointing a pistol at him. "No no I'm looking for Mister Parker." "Them why you got blood in your fingernails? Huh?" The short one questioned aggressively. Tawal hadn't noticed the claws had left hard bloodstains in his fingers. "I fell when I was coming. It must have been the blood that dripped from my skin. Please, please let me go!" He pleaded but their disposition made it appear that they were after something else. The short one inserted his fingers in Tawal's pocket and brought out a coin. Obviously they would have fleed if they had found out he was a werewolf. Tawal was dropped on the floor. They three niggas kept chuckling as one c****d the pistol playfully. "Getaut of here dumbo! And don't ever come back." They chuckled. Tawal ran.
He went into a flat dirtied out of codgerhood. An old woman sat on the getting her hair dressed by a small girl. The bed behind them was occupied by laying sick man coughing sporadically. He wiped his mouth and locked the blood in it. Everywhere looked messy except the flower on the window. Tawal ran back through the doorway and found himseof in a narrow road. He was suddenly feeling dizzy and his eyes were beginning to glow. The blood in the man's hand attracted him making him feel hungered. He fell on the wall with his right hand and kept pushing forward trying as much as possible to hold himself. He let out a soft growl that made him emit another feather attached to a piece of meat. He passed through a corridor and got to a railway station. He heard the sound of a train approaching but knew it was still faraway. He staggered through the path holding his abdomen has it ached. He fell on the floor and rose again. Right on the path where he stood was Mister Parker treating a patient on the floor. The distance was a kilometer away. He shouted his name but instead he let out a growl. He pointed his finger but grew a claw instead. He fell on the floor again, barking this time. The train was close so no one could hear him. Even Mister Parker was busy healing his patient. His patient appeared immobile. He wanted to shout Mister Parker again forcefully but he let out a loud growl this time, calling the attention of Mister Parker. Mister Parker stared in confusion. Tawal was close to him and the train was fast approaching. Suddenly, two wild animals jumped over the railway, speeding energetically that it scared Tawal to stupor. Wild animals he thought they were, but their hood wears had made them appear so. Their eyes didn't glow and they looked like the vampires he had spied on once. The only difference is that they were powerful. While running, one of the looked towards Tawal's direction viciously. They were vampires and he was a fan. Not anymore even if he wanted to be. He jerked backwards, still on the ground gaping at the creatures as they disappeared through the path leading towards the ghetto. He was becoming weaker. Before he could face the other direction, Mister Parker was there.
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