Night Archer

𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕎𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕

Life had never been harder on Heiming. He lost his top class driver, lost the contract, and top of it all, he lost his eyesight. As if life couldn't be harder, he had to be bathed, fed, and couldn't even tell what his money was being used for.

He felt dejected.

He felt helpless.

The girl whom he thought he was playing turned out to be another player.

The board of directors were urging him to give up his position as the head of the company.

Admist all of the troubles, he actually contemplated killing himself. At least, a whole world would miss him. But priorities first, he couldn't even find the kitchen, let alone leave his room by himself without running into something. It was in times like this that he treasured the relationship he had with John. John supported him, bathed him, fed him, and even called in ladies to ease the tenseness on him. Or at least he thought they were ladies. Or what if John was gay, and had been bringing in... The thought itself irritated him. But he trusted John and let John handle everything.

The idea came into his head one day. He called John to his side, then dismissed the ladies that were running their hands over him. When he sensed John's presence, he motioned to a chair, then waited to hear the creak.

"Oh, Heiming, the chair is no longer there. I will just sit on the bed with you."

A tear ran down Heiming's face. He bent his head and began crying. He felt the familiar strong hand of his friend touch his eyes with a handkerchief. He sighed.

"John, I only asked you here for one reason. I am considering hanging my coat at the company, and I want you to wear that coat on my behalf."

Silence. Heiming was tense. What if he refused? There was no other person he trusted. His entire board of directors were all cut-throats, he knew, and the person they recommended to take over was totally inexperienced and would be nothing but a pawn in the hands of the wolves.

John, on his end, did not even know where to start. His super brain was tasked, and even then, he had no answer to the issue brought before him. He started slow.

"Heiming, seeing your condition, and considering your thoughts, I have decided... "

Heiming's heart froze.

"I have decided to accept your offer. "

A sad smile crossed Heiming's face. He was 27, nowhere near his intended retirement age, and his eyes had cost him early retirement. He heaved a sigh of relief, and lay back on the bed. He soon drifted to an easier sleep.

John looked at him. Heiming lay, his heartbeat so loud one could associate it with Zulu drummers. He got up slowly, unsure of whether Heiming was asleep or not, then let himself out of the room.

Heiming opened his eyes. "What... How am I seeing...." An otherworldly presence seized his attention. He turned his gaze. A man floated across to him, and if not for the third eye on his forehead and the actual fact he could float, he would have passed for a human being. Heiming was speechless. The being cleared its throat and addressed Heiming.

"Hello, Heiming. I am the Seer, and the indirect cause of your blindness... "

Episode three coming up.