Time Ghost

Chapter 21

Home.

For retired soldiers, it means culmination of hope within someone’s life when such announcement took place. You have served Armea and treated its aims to be yours for 3 years in a row. Indeed, early winners could be happened in this peculiar situation. A person could have their ticket abroad by mere sacrifice of several fragments of the body.

The leader of such army, which could also be deemed as yours, suddenly become a beacon for any sort of purpose in the barrack onwards. You will never have utmost liberty without consideration of their thoughts. To bathe means contemplating of their interest over soaps and shampoos that you have been using rather than having your privacy preserved to use those things on your own. It was blatantly rude to neglect your boss and military deployment implies 24-hours of shock therapy and constant ridicule of your own failure to be discipline. No “I”, but “we” and “them” against the opposite end of the battlefield.

Me? I’ll pass.

I want to eat my own soap, clean myself with self-mockery to balance any loathsome behavior I have been dealt with other people around. Nobody could dethrone me from the reigning seat I have invented.

Now, what about this weird experience?

From past ordeals of mine, I have approximately 2-3 days before another time-travel occurs. I have had to call them “mysterious event” nowadays. At the beginning, I was arrived within Chuck’s body and obtained know-hows of a farmer in immediate fashion. Drone-repairing and milk-selling were funny business to make. Lilia was a good companion of the man, too.

Yet.

Three days later, I was out under a local thunder strike and eventually fused back into one of the richest personalities in the world. I have had a spark of thought about Him awhile back. No certainty over how a random lightning exchanged the soul within.

At least.

Probabilities for them to happen include two aspects so far. For the first one, I should quantify the latest reason of being to become the cue of future soul transfer. It seemed as if Lilia was astounded to have unexpected spouse in front of her, a period to be in love once more. She adored me so much in and out of the bedroom.

That woman moans,” I don’t want you to go! I don’t want you to die!” so much that I thought she had discovered that another soul has been present within Chuck’s body.

Second, substantial evidence shows that I have ‘James Watson’ in my train of thoughts before being transported into His expensive mansion. Chuck owned several drones from Drolyfe, Inc. industries, so it is still never a nonsense at all.

Baron Schneider’s return will provide me with enormous stretch of free time to have research on these issues. James Watson was far valuable in terms of resources. However, such resentment-worthy amount of wealth has gone obsolete due to lesser extent of recreation days for a CEO in mind. Chuck has time, yet no more resources and viable connections to locate certain items that was required for the concoction’s rare items.

Let’s have someone’s name in my mind for tonight. Who would it be?

‘Welcome aboard to the Dauna Island, heroes! Have your hard-earned rest and Pleased to have you again in the future!’

Pronouncements of their title resonates at the speakers above. A lot of retired soldiers were sent back to their first-deployment point before going completely out of duty forever. Dauna Island is the main access for new recruits in over 25 years old in age. They are considered as auxiliaries for the core troops at the frontline, but then turned out to be employed as a main after lots of the main force elapsed.

“Why it’s so cold in the middle of July?”

Someone unknown has shouted such remarks from the distance. Indeed, a snowstorm never started so late within Armea’s territory. It should be normally transpired within early December to the end of April. Thus, it makes a lot of postponed flight schedule this time around, for the blizzard occurs in quite a drastic blast of wind, which was chilling to the bone even for the bravest of many.

Baron shudders a little due to the low temperature outside. He fell quiet besides the strapped wheelchair. One stroll after the other, the young athlete tries to uphold tons of distrust and strange sensations over the knee. It never excites him to be unemployed at the inconceivable possibilities of all, upon the actual ill-health condition that disabled him for good.

He was once a formidable player and a record holder, to speak about small things that befallen upon the man. How could such talented man get flushed away in such incorrigible sense?

~beep-beep~

“Mom, I’ve landed. Yes, same place to the last one you have me be. I’ll be waiting.”

Baron Schneider closed the phone in jumbled-up feelings. A mighty to be dead under the clutch of misdeeds. He was betrayed and humiliated by the doctor, so the young man stares down as He wanders around the airport aimlessly.

“Where do I have to go, now?” He said, curling into his own distress,” Am I lost?”

The doctor said that He will become fit after a few hours onwards. Yet, it has been a day and his own depression scares him out of the way of vigor. No amount of salutation will drive him out from incapacity. He will have to depend on others for means of survival.

And it also scars the soul beneath.

I have ruined someone’s life. Baron Schneider’s actual soul will have to cope up nonetheless. He was proud, and quite undeveloped to have challenges in this caliber. I don’t even have any ideas of His own savings, or more of his girlfriend, to add.

She would be pissed to find him in this current situation. Leaving him should be mandatory for her, if not tearing his mentality in prior to everything else beforehand.

“Honey, Baron Joseph Schneider. I’m here!”

Baron captures the voice of someone familiar around the back. As the young athlete draws himself to swivel around, the casual appearance made him shaken in tears. She looks at him in pure joy, contrary to the situations that the man himself has believed. Her wrinkles smile in a blissful elegance ahead of the long-lost youngster’s return. No one could hinder the woman for a little jump, yet old stature has prevented her to move afloat.

I’m apologize, mama. A stranger has failed you.

~bam~

Then, another strikes of thunder hit the unwary head down below.