"You have been warned,
To not interfere,
Anything that is written down here.
Go along, if you have no fear,
For troubles are coming, Death, is near."
It wasn't the first time Prodeus staring it like a moron looking at stars. He stood still, not even dare to move one single of his muscle. People all around him would thought that he saw a ghost or something. But that wasn't it. As a matter a fact, they are looking at the same thing too. Instead, photographs were taken from different angles and of course, gadgets. You name it, from wide ranges of Iphones, Ipads, Samsungs and even leave traces to the family of Nokias. Of course, the "Nokia 3310" model is totally defeated even though it is the toughest 'brother' among them. Prodeus pick up his pen and a notebook from his bag. Neglecting the hot blazing sun, he start to sketch some designs from this magnificent holy giant in front of him, The Cathedral of Notre Dame.
'Damn, is already half past 3!' he glance at his watch, swiftly pack his notes all over the place and walk to the his cab.
"Aéroport."
"Bien."
His driver nodded and start the car. Ah, Paris is a wonderful place. Alongside he is able to catch a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower. Of course, this also had been one of the place he "paralyzes" himself. 'Architecture is like a painting, or a music. It has emotions written all over it, whether you feel it or not.' That's what his lecturer told him. He too, being one of the graduates from Architectural Association School of Architecture, London, able to feels it, understands it and also, eagerly to be a part of creating it.
Prodeus is just an ordinary architect. Well, as for now.
His driver speed off after they both exchange farewells and he rush in the airport. He almost missed his plane. Aha! Finally able to come back to America!
Few days ago he received a call from Nick Ravorti, his one and only beloved grandfather, reminding him to come home for his old granddad birthday. Nearly 60 now, this bald headed,jolly man is still healthy, energetic and suprisingly, a fan to Apple. No friends of his, even younger than his grandson would ever,ever bully him. If not, you may find yourself consecutively experience jar dropping moments once he click the Call Of Duty: Black Ops icon.
Prodeus never knew his mother, only to be told that she ran away when he was at the age of 3. Leaving himself, Nick and David, his father behind. The life of the trios, is the best thing 3 of them possesses. Until, one sunny day, Prodeus and his granddad receive news that his dad died in a car crash. From that day onwards, Prodeus loves Nick more than anybody else in this world.
After all those long hours of boredom in the plane, Prodeus is finally back to his town, San Francisco. Yeah of course he is as happy as a clam at high tide. But still, something is bugging his mind. It's like a 6th sense, and he doesn't like it. Even though he is super excited to meet Nick again and can't wait to throw a big party for his granddad, but somehow, he felt something uneasy about it. If he is a psycho, he would be knowing it by now. But the problem is, he's not. He kind of curse himself for not being one.
He drives to Delington Street, his neighbourhood. It is middle of spring, flowers are blooming everywhere. He did notice the place changed a lot too, but he couldn't remember there's a police station situated nearby. No.
'A police station same row with my house?! No wayyy! Is there a fire? car accident? Ben 10 attacking my house?' He chuckles.
Things are getting weirder when it seems that all those police are having a party at his house. He remembers his conversation with his granddad
"I got a surprise for you when you're back!"
"You beat up my Tetris battle rankings?"
"Nah i done that 3 months ago."
"You got a new comb?"
"Nope"
"Hairdryer?"
"Nope"
"Shampoo?"
"C'mon did you see anything on top of my head?"
"Er...I can't see you right now Nick"
"Of course you can't see me! I'm holding something on my hand. Too bad it wasn't wearable. Hahahaha is big secret"
Immediately a policeman stop him.
"Sir you can't walk in this place it's been under investigation."
To the policeman surprise, Prodeus laugh loudly.
"Man you guys surely are some great actors!"
"No sir I mean it."
Prodeus is still grinning. Then his face turn pale as quick as lighting when he saw another man approaching him. Chief of Police,Mr. Houston in his fifties coming with a grey uniform, wearing gloves same as those cardiac surgeons,
" Are you Prodeus Ravorti?"
Prodeus clear his throat. This time he is not joking. Mr. Houston isn't a man for jokes. Nick couldn't able to convinced him to play a part for his arrival. Not like last year when Nick put a few lads outside, dressing as nuns to scare Prodeus.Prodeus thought Nick is dead. Nick's laughter could be hear in the house when Prodeus scream in front of the yard.
"Yes, officer."
Mr. Houston took his cap off and look sharply into Prodeus's eyes. Prodeus doesn't like that look.
"You have to come to see this."
He lead Prodeus into the living room, then turn to the kitchen.
The place is full of meat. Red, fresh meat all over the kitchen cut to various shapes and sizes. Crimson blood, all over the place, tracing themselves to the living room like a unfinished wall painting.
"We predicted Mr. Nick Ravorti is being murdered. The blood trail was only spotted when his neighbour saw some blood dripping through the opened window then they phoned us."
Prodeus is so shock that he didn't even dare to speak a word. There is no words to describe his feelings right now, eventually.
"The forensic scientists were here this morning and they analyzed all the blood in this house. None of them, are Nick Ravorti's."
Now this is odd. If Nick is murdered, why is all the blood not his?
"And it turn out. Our prediction doesn't fit the scene. All the blood are mainly chicken's, and..."
"And what?"
".......and we found him."
He show Prodeus the black pile of plastics at the dining room. Prodeus know what it is. He take a deep breath. With trembling hands he opened the cover.
There is only drop dead silence. It's like the Nagasaki bomb just clear this place up without a single wave of sound, leaving nothing.
Prodeus is looking at Nick. It wasn't what he had expected, it wasn't what he had imagined. He want to kill himself for looking at Nick. But he just simply couldn't shut his eyes. His eye lids are paralyze with fear and massive amount of shock. Finally, Mr. Houston melts the ice.
"He's been sucked dry. There's only the bones and skins left. That's why we couldn't close his eyes."
'A police station same row with my house?! No wayyy! Is there a fire? car accident? Ben 10 attacking my house?' He chuckles.
Things are getting weirder when it seems that all those police are having a party at his house. He remembers his conversation with his granddad
"I got a surprise for you when you're back!"
"You beat up my Tetris battle rankings?"
"Nah i done that 3 months ago."
"You got a new comb?"
"Nope"
"Hairdryer?"
"Nope"
"Shampoo?"
"C'mon did you see anything on top of my head?"
"Er...I can't see you right now Nick"
"Of course you can't see me! I'm holding something on my hand. Too bad it wasn't wearable. Hahahaha is big secret"
Immediately a policeman stop him.
"Sir you can't walk in this place it's been under investigation."
To the policeman surprise, Prodeus laugh loudly.
"Man you guys surely are some great actors!"
"No sir I mean it."
Prodeus is still grinning. Then his face turn pale as quick as lighting when he saw another man approaching him. Chief of Police,Mr. Houston in his fifties coming with a grey uniform, wearing gloves same as those cardiac surgeons,
" Are you Prodeus Ravorti?"
Prodeus clear his throat. This time he is not joking. Mr. Houston isn't a man for jokes. Nick couldn't able to convinced him to play a part for his arrival. Not like last year when Nick put a few lads outside, dressing as nuns to scare Prodeus.Prodeus thought Nick is dead. Nick's laughter could be hear in the house when Prodeus scream in front of the yard.
"Yes, officer."
Mr. Houston took his cap off and look sharply into Prodeus's eyes. Prodeus doesn't like that look.
"You have to come to see this."
He lead Prodeus into the living room, then turn to the kitchen.
The place is full of meat. Red, fresh meat all over the kitchen cut to various shapes and sizes. Crimson blood, all over the place, tracing themselves to the living room like a unfinished wall painting.
"We predicted Mr. Nick Ravorti is being murdered. The blood trail was only spotted when his neighbour saw some blood dripping through the opened window then they phoned us."
Prodeus is so shock that he didn't even dare to speak a word. There is no words to describe his feelings right now, eventually.
"The forensic scientists were here this morning and they analyzed all the blood in this house. None of them, are Nick Ravorti's."
Now this is odd. If Nick is murdered, why is all the blood not his?
"And it turn out. Our prediction doesn't fit the scene. All the blood are mainly chicken's, and..."
"And what?"
".......and we found him."
He show Prodeus the black pile of plastics at the dining room. Prodeus know what it is. He take a deep breath. With trembling hands he opened the cover.
There is only drop dead silence. It's like the Nagasaki bomb just clear this place up without a single wave of sound, leaving nothing.
Prodeus is looking at Nick. It wasn't what he had expected, it wasn't what he had imagined. He want to kill himself for looking at Nick. But he just simply couldn't shut his eyes. His eye lids are paralyze with fear and massive amount of shock. Finally, Mr. Houston melts the ice.
"He's been sucked dry. There's only the bones and skins left. That's why we couldn't close his eyes."
