Sweet Nightmare

08

“Tell me where you’ve been or father will learn about what you’ve been doing last time at Sohua and Castanue,” Michael smirked. “Do you think father would be happy to find out those things?”

Sweet Nightmare*

“I told you, I’m from the pit. Nowhere but the pit.” I calmly lied.

“Stop lying, Myst. I know you’re hiding that special girl. Where is she?”

“I. Don’t. Know.”

“You’re following her, you should know! It’s not like the rebels would hide her, now that she’s the only person who experienced ruling the rebels from Dystopia and is not on our record. It’s not like they would let her go easily. Someone must have taken her and hid her somewhere and our only suspect is you. So Myst, where is the girl?!”

“I said I don’t know! If you won’t believe me then it’s not my problem.”

He grabbed the electrical wiring from under the table. “This wiring lets releases three hundred million volts per second.” He smiled. “We cannot be killed but we can feel pain.” He walked close to me. “Now, I would repeat my question my dear brother. And this time, I won’t take no as an answer. Where… is… the girl?” the electricity hummed as he studies the wiring.

“How can I answer a question if I have no idea what to answer? There’s a twenty-five per cent possibility for a person who guessed all of his answers to get the right answer so if I tell you that the girl is out of Finstate, would you even believe me?” I shrugged. My hands are locked at the chairs’ arms but I still managed to shrug. That way, my words can be a little bit convincing.

“Of course not. You nor I can cross those electrified walls.” He dropped his hands hard on the table. “Answer me seriously Myst! Stop kidding around! Where is the girl?!” He electrified me once. “Tell me or we won’t stop!” He electrified me twice. “Tell—“

“Michael, stop that.” In came a deep voice. Michael looked behind him. I smiled and spitted blood on the floor. “What are you trying to do? Kill Myst?”

“He cannot be killed, Murdock! Don’t act stupid!”

“Having an operation at the operation room lasting five months is like hell you fool. It’s like being killed.’’ He walked towards us. “Drop that. Get out of this place and cool off.” Michael started walking away. “And Michael? Don’t you dare lay afoot at this place if you can’t control your anger. Remember, Myst is your brother.”

“I don’t care.’

“I don’t care either. But do you think you can change the blood running from his veins?” defeated, Michael threw the electrical wiring at the table and slammed the door. “Now Myst,” he laid down a timer at the table and pointed the CCTV camera chip – a camera same size of a chocolate chip but not as delicious -- from behind. “This whole thing is recorded so anything you say can be used against you.’

“Oh tell me, what are you now Murdock? A good, civilized, and kind police officer? Or a dumb detective from movies?” Murdock ignored me and pointed out the timer. “You only have an hour to tell me everything about everything that happened twelve hours before the criminal, Miss Xyrie Amenueba, disappeared without a trace.”

“I bet you’re a corrupted prosecutor, paid by those who hate Miss Xyrie Amenueba and me.”

“I like the third option the best but I’m more of a dumb detective, acting dumb.”

“Yeah, you planned to file all of those cases against Miss Xyrie to have her easily. Acting dumb because you don’t want them to know.”

“I’m not the one who planned. But yes, I filed a fake case for her aside from… breaching of contract claims since she’s guilty of the case which suits your role today.” He sat down the chair and rested his chin at his intertwined hands. He started the timer. “Now, begin.”

I poured the last of the gasoline inside the tank at the front door. I backed off and lighted a match. I’m about to let the match fall when…

“Xyrie!” I turned towards the direction of the voice. My eyes went wide due to shock. I slowly let the match lose from my hands.

“Don’t! Hey! Stop!” Myst jumped to catch the match. He fell into the ground with the match enclosed inside his hands.

“System overload…too much damage taken… force shut down after two hours…” that’s the only moment that I realized that he’s hurt.

“What happened to you? Did the rebels tried to… kill you?” Myst stood up and faced me.

“What the f**k are you trying to do? Burn down the damned hose? Are you crazy?!” I just looked at him apologetically. I am sorry because it rained and we don’t have any shelter if ever. He sighed. “No. the rebels can’t create this kind of damage to my system.”

“Is it because of what I have done with the house? I looked at the ground. ‘Cause if it is, then I’m at the right road to success.

“No. My brothers tortured me.”

“Tortured who?!”

“Me.”

Sweet Nightmare*

I looked down as I meet the edge of the invisible yet noisy hovercraft. “Everything is going on with the plan,” I smirked and went back at the hovercraft’s corner. Away from the edge.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Sweet Nightmare*

"Allies?"

"Allies?" I'd be a traitor if i team up with him.

“No. I’m not hiding. It’s you who hid me.” I stood up and left the damp towel at his lap. “Clean yourself. You’re a grown-up already, you don’t need to have a baby sitter.” I left the room.

“I told you, Murdock! I told you!  We already know where the special girl is, we already know that Myst is betraying us! Why on hell do we need to get her sympathy first? We could just take her, and finish the damned story! We don’t need to complicate things, we need to simplify things! Myst! Get that girl and get the hell out of that place!”

“Michael! You’re trying to break the comms unit!”

“The comms unit is not important! This guy who I treated as a brother but don’t acknowledge me as a brother should bring the ass of that girl here!”

“You’re trying to break my eardrums…” I massaged my temple.

“I don’t care about--!”

“Michael! If you can’t shut up, I’ll turn your comms unit off.” Murdock cleared his throat. “Let me clear things out. We need to get her sympathy because she’s not willing to give out her blood, mother nature’s blood would be useless. It’d just separate from her blood and will become chunks of metal. I plan to make Ms Xyrie Amenueba fall in love with Myst. That way, she’d be willing to give out her blood since humans do ridiculous things when they’re in love. Love Michael, is the greatest weakness of humans.”

Sweet Nightmare*

I walked towards my bed. Eavesdropping is not fun at all. “Who is he talking to?” I should’ve peeked and see for myself if ever he’s starting to get insane or something.