Damned Angels and resurrected loosers

Facing fear

Ming- Yichen headed to the skyscraper doing well to somewhat hide the bulb in the side of his suppressed shirt whose crease had been unraveled by the weight from the mattress. For someone accused of being the cause of his mother’s death at childbirth, he fared through life expecting nothing but hate and ridicule. Li- Na was the only lady that ever loved him and he loved her to. The show of warmth from the strange lady behind the panes was a game- changer which he couldn’t resist.

On arriving at the Seventh floor of the Hornet tower, the exact floor where the lady had always stood and waved at him; He swallowed a bowl of air and proceeded further but remembered that he didn’t even know her name. Very quickly, He hawked his gaze across the expanse of the floors but there was no females in sight, Just men yet he was sure that this was the exact apartment he had always seen her.

“ This is the seventh floor isn’t it?” He innately queried. He felt the gaze of the staffs digging into his flesh yet, took a deep breath and dazedly walked to the middle -aged man with the less pronounced scowl.

“ Hell-hello, Good-Good morning sir, am .. I … on Th…the seventh-floor-please?” He stammered with a reckoned composure.

“ Yes. This is indeed the seventh floor of the Hornet tower. How can I be of help to you? “ Replied the frail looking man in his mid forties, Tall, baldheaded, black sunken eyes and a sullen stagnant gaze.

“ Thank..Thank-you. I am looking for a young lady who works here. I d-don’t know her name but I’m su… sure.. she works on- this -floor.” Ming-Yichen stuttered as he hid the rose behind him.

“ Well Young Man, there won’t be any need for her name,” “ Not a single female staff works here, and no female customers have been here for a month or so. As you know, we supply mechanics for haulage trucks and ship engines. This isn’t an industry for your average western woman.” Opined the frail man.

“ I saw- her yes-yesterday st-standing just beside the vase -over -there. I’ve seen her every single day for the past six months and she …waved -at- me. “ Ming-Yichen offered amidst his disappointment.

“ Are you one of those window cleaners who do drugs before coming to work?” The man queried.

“ No,..No sir. I saw her yesterday. She wore a white garment.” Q… Quite-incandescent. Oval face, d…Black hair… “

“ What...” The man marveled with his gaze narrowed at Ming.

“ She’s tall, she’s …she’s slen… slender and wears...”

“ Spectacles?” He whispered, as he slowly stood up from his seat.

“ Yes-sir.” He gasped.

“ Your description meets those of Petra Hart. “ Whispered the frail man. Very quickly, he wiped the thin layer of sweat which had just appeared from the blues.

“ Wh… Where can I find her?” A zealous Ming-Yichen inquired.

Perplexed in confusion the man drew a deep breath and beckoned.

“ Come with me.” He muttered and hurried towards a staircase that led to the above floor. Upon entering where looked like an abandoned store to Ming-Yichen. The startled man pulled- open a drawer and brought out a colored portrait before skeptically handing it over to his guest.

“ Was she the one you saw?” He inquired, with his eyes fixed on Ming’s.

“ Yes, it’s her.” He stammered.

“ Where-Can I find her?” Ming-Yichen asked.

The frail man stood, with a flabbergasted gaze of confusion.

“ Isn’t she at work today?” He asked again, feeling uneasy by the sight of the sweaty man before him.

“ The lady in the picture is Lady Petra, the only child and heir of Baron Hornet; The owner of this tower.” He slurred.

“ Okay... ?” Ming-Yichen sighed, getting frustrated with his luck. Of all the days she didn’t come to work, it was the day he had sacrificed so much to visit her.

“ The Lady; Petra is dead…”

“ What?’ Ming-Yichen gasped.

“ Her lifeless body was found one year ago on the seventh floor of this building just beside the maroon vase.” He sniffled.

“ Oh no.” Ming exclaimed in shock as he trembled. The unexpected trio of heartbreak, shock and fright, had besieged him and he soon found himself trying to get back on his feet again.

“ Are you well young man?” Exclaimed the Frail staff as he rushed to help Ming-Yichen to his feet.

Gh...Ghost aren’t real. They- don’t -exist! “ Ming-Yichen exclaimed and burst into an emotional sob that was more of heartbreak than it was of fear. Once again, life had played an expensive joke on him. Of all the possibilities; It was a ghost his heart had fell for.

“ Many people believe she had committed suicide because her dad was upon concluding arrangements to marry her off to General Kohneluya of the United state Military. The Same man famous for bringing most cities to ruins.” He sniffled and continued. “ There are still people like me who believe she was killed for backing out on the conclusion of a secret meeting Which was attended by the top players of the war.”

“ Many people believe Petra had opposed the incessant spree of bloodshed across the Land which was politically motivated.” He sniffed.

Dazed as if drunk of ale, Ming-Yichen began to walk away, leaving behind the bulb of rose on the rug.

As a monk, being dogged was a virtue he harnessed in arrears. He made up his mind to Find Petra, weather or not she was ghost or not.