Prodigies: The Dark Phantom

Episode 11

One of his old friends shouted at him while raising a hand. He heard it and smiles when he saw them already having fun with each other. They greeted him and he did the same thing.

Everyone enjoys their moments with each other, obviously by drinking, eating, singing, and talking endlessly while the clock's hands continued to move.

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Time | 6:28 PM

The sky's getting dark.

As the fun reunion continued, something just suddenly interrupted Vincent's moment with his friends, who are seating around the circular glass table that matches their stomach with ten seats.

A sudden itchiness just popped up on his right palm. He scratches it for several times until it was gone, then he returned his attention back to them.

Twenty-five minutes passed by, the itchiness has returned again on the same palm.

“What's with this?,” he look down on his right hand, “why is it feeling itchy?, am I receiving a money soon?” and scratches his palm again - Vincent's mind.

(Old friends chattering)

After some scratches, the itchiness faded out again, allowing him to continue talking with the others. He looked back to his friends and take another drink of his bottled beer.

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Time | 9:35 PM

The sky's already dark.

Vincent is about to have another drink “Hm?,” holding a beer on his right hand while his elbow is leaning above the table, “what's going on with my palm?” a question in his mind when his eyes rolled to his right hand and wondered when the itchiness popped up again.

(Thump)

He drop the beer on the table scratches his palm again but with a more wondering eyes.

Along with the itchiness, a feeling of strange heat just showed up.

At this moment, while he was continuously scratching it, he remembered the previous frightening event that happened last night.

(Old friends chattering continuously)

He looked back at them and stood up as he pushes his chair gently. Then he headed to the hallway and quickly entered the bathroom that was built at the left of the hallway's end.

(Music echoing)

Vincent saw that no one is inside the bright and clear bathroom. He headed to the washbasin where a large and wide mirror is built above it.

The water bursted down from the faucet when he twisted its handle, and he quickly place his right hand beneath it and scratches his palm.

“What the hell is this?” he's starting to feel creep while remembering every scene of the frightening event.

He remembers the red glowing eyes of the demon while marking his forehead with its own blood. He remembers the vision showed by the demon in his mind, the humanoid shadow that transports to any location and kills anyone using a black dagger created by a twirling burst of flame, and the words it said to him before it was burned and vanished.

“s**t, this is not good.” his breathing is changing from a calm feeling to a nervous feeling as he scratches his palm harder.

The itchiness and the strange heat is getting serious. Both of it couldn't be affected by the coldness and the strong burst of water to his right palm.

“Fuuuuck.” he said in an angered tone of voice.

“What the hell is happening?” he pulled back his hands off the bursting water and stared at his right palm closely while scratching it continuously.

He couldn't believe that another very strange moment is happening to him.

He put back his hands under the bursting water and still do scratches it again and again, until the feeling of heat gets stronger.

“f**k?” As the level of heat is increasing and the continuous scratching of him, a thick burst of flame surprisingly came out from his palm and it almost reached the ceiling, luckily there's no smoke detector inside the bathroom.

(Thump)

Vincent was pushed back and stumbled down, making him slightly leaning his back and seating on the floor.

Panting, “Holy shit.” he was stunned for a while as his eyes are broadly staring at the ceiling.

He nodded down when he felt a solid thing on his right hand. And he was surprised again because of the black dagger idling under his opened palm.

“Whoa?” he slightly leaned to the left and picked up the dagger.

The dagger is a double edge sword, with a length of a standard kitchen knife. It's whole skin is black and glossy. The design is ancient in look, and at the center of each blades face are demonic symbols sculpted and lining down to the pointed tip. Those symbols are glowing like a color of flame, and its quillion has two small spheres.

Sighs, Vincent stared at it closer to his face while still seating on the floor. He couldn't believe that the vision was real.

(Male laughing voices echoing at the hallway)

“Uh-huh?,” he heard the voices, “oh shit.” and he panickingly stood up and looked for a better place to hide the dagger.

A silver trash bin captured his eyes and quickly run towards it, “No, no, not this one, there's no cover.” he decided not to put it in.

“Come'on, where should I hide it?” he look around again to find a better place to hide it.

(Male laughing voices approaches)

A bright idea suddenly came up to his mind when his eyes rolled to the opened door of the second toilet, he immediately run into it and takes off the cover of the container which holds the water to be used by the next toilet user. Then he put the dagger inside it and returns the cover.

Four guys came in and Vincent came out from the second toilet door with a calm look, like nothing strange happened.

He headed to the door and went out of the bathroom.