Chap#5
830 Words
That morning wasn’t like others.
The sun never rose.
The sky remained soaked in black clouds, and the rain fell like it had been weeping all night. It wasn't just wet — it was dark. As if the day refused to begin.
Drew walked alone through the gray city. His clothes soaked. His eyes tired. His soul heavier than ever.
He went back to that place — the one where he’d first met her.
Olivia.
She didn’t love him. He knew that. But she was the only person he believed wouldn’t hurt him. Someone who might smile without stabbing. Who might see him without twisting the knife in.
And now, she was all he had left.
So he stood there. Waiting.
Hoping.
Maybe she’d show up. Maybe she still worked there. Maybe this was all a nightmare, and she’d walk through the gates again in her white coat like nothing had ever happened.
But the hours passed.
The day stayed dark.
And Olivia… never came.
By evening, the rain had turned cold. Sharp. Needling his bones.
A security guard, maybe in his 50s, walked up — wearing a cheap plastic raincoat, holding an umbrella like a sword.
"Young pal," he said. "Why’ve you been standing here all day? Soaking in the rain like you’re invincible."
He shook his head gently.
"You’ll catch a cold. Or worse — pneumonia. I had it once. I survived. But my family didn’t…"
Drew barely responded.
"Thanks," he muttered. Then pointed toward the towering lab building behind them. "There’s a girl — Olivia. She said she works there. Where is she? Do you know her?"
The guard’s face shifted.
His eyes dimmed.
"Olivia…" he repeated, almost like a prayer. "May God bless her. She passed away yesterday."
Drew blinked.
"What are you saying? Are you insane? I met her just days ago! She was fine! Healthy!"
The guard placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You never know about life, brother. She was walking near the old market. A man tried to snatch her bag. She resisted. He shot her. The bag’s fine. But she’s not."
He looked down.
"It was an expensive bag. Cost hundreds of thousands, they say. Maybe if she let it go… she’d still be breathing. But that’s life, isn’t it? We protect things, not ourselves…"
Drew stepped back.
His heart cracked. Again.
And this time — it didn’t bleed.
It shattered into dust.
He pushed the guard away and stumbled back, eyes blurred with rain or tears — he didn’t know anymore.
No parents. No Olivia. No one.
Every person he trusted… Either dead, or a snake.
He looked at the black jeep parked by the road.
"Why should I die?" he whispered to himself. "No, I won’t die. I’ll sell this car to some criminal. Let the law chase them — not me."
He gritted his teeth.
"But I swear, I’m not done with her. Katherine — that venom-wrapped witch. Old? Maybe. But merciless… even more than the devil."
And for the first time…
Drew wasn’t lost.
He was ready.
He knew this city like the back of his hand — the good streets, the bad alleys, the neighborhoods the sun never reached. So Drew drove straight into Area 28 — the part of town where the shadows walked on two legs, where dealers, junkies, and killers hunted the night.
Even this car — fully tinted, black as oil — looked out of place here. Cars like that only rolled in when politicians visited… or when something dirty needed cleaning.
Drew didn’t run.
He parked right in the middle of a group of druggies, stepped out like a lamb among lions.
The junkies froze.
Their high eyes squinted. Some laughed. Some whispered.
He came for his death. On his own feet.
Out came their chief — a heavyset man with skin like charcoal and eyes like g*n barrels. Tattoos crawled up his neck like vines.
Ben the Black.
"Yo," Ben growled, stepping forward. "You wanna die real quick, rich boy?"
Drew didn’t flinch.
"Nope. I don’t think so. I wanna sell this car. A hundred thousand. Now."
Ben chuckled — deep, raspy, entertained.
"Hundred grand?" He turned to his crew. They all burst out laughing.
But Ben wasn’t stupid. He knew this car. On the black market? Easily 900K. Maybe more.
Ben whistled, looked Drew up and down.
"You got papers? Registration?"
Drew smirked.
"That’s cute. You kill people — but still ask for paperwork. Nope. No papers. You want it or not?"
Ben raised a brow, then nodded.
"You’re either crazy… or hunted."
The deal was done in seconds.
Cash handed over. Car keys traded. The junkies cheering, hollering, throwing bottles in the air.
"YOOO! This dude’s a damn fool!"
But Drew just walked away, the bundle of money in his pocket, heart cold, eyes darker.
He didn’t even know the car’s real worth. But in that moment, it didn’t matter.
He just wanted it out of his life.
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