"Hello Juliette." Andrew mused flatly as he glanced at the nurse behind the counter. This was his stop as he would come over and pick up his medication for his disease, congenital analgesia.
"Oh, Andrew, it is most certainly a pleasure to meet you. Here are your meds." She mused gleefully as she handled him his prescribed medicine. She had grown fond of him, aware of his disease and the dangers that came with it.
Thus she was completely understanding of his apathetic and indifferent attitude despite how many times she tried to break the ice with him. From short banters to long-winded conversations however they all fell flat in the end.
'He isn't a social guy.' She concluded, giving up in her antics but she would try to cheer him up regardless. "Thanks, I take it that Doctor Pascal has a meeting with me a week from now for me."
Juliette hid her head as if to punish herself for her incompetence. "I forgot. Thanks for reminding me Andrew." That side of him that knew exactly what was to come had always come in handy even though she was scary about it.
To her, she didn't expect him to be so proficient with the things he would interact with the way he did. As if he had done it a million times before. "Since you're free for the summer break, I was wondering whether you could give me a hand around the clinic."
Without a second thought, Andrew replied as he stuffed his meds away. "Sure." The clinic wasn't that packed thus he didn't waste that much time there before taking his leave.
Watching his back, Juliette was amazed and horrified with what he had been able to accomplish on a daily basis. 'I had never encountered a time where someone was so bizzare like that.'
Her thoughts were jolted back to the real world by a snappy comment from those when were present.
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Watching outside of the window to see a scenery that he had grown all to accustomed with during his growth. How the neighborhood went from a safe and lovely place to become a more callous and precarious place. Similar to the world around him.
The state of it all was a sharp far cry from how once it was back in the day but he could only watch it all unfold. Getting off at the park, he glanced at the direction where his life took a dramatic turn for the worse.
Sure he was capable of mastering everything he came across in a matter of seconds and his emotions nulled but it felt like purgatory rather than an advantage to the rest.
He made his way back to his own home and just like clockwork he came to loathe, he brandished a key out of his bag and twisted the nob making. The door fly ajar before taking a step in.
The coziness of the place made him recall the memories that he had spent in this place, some he was find of while others he detested. As he placed his bag on the sofa that was present, he glanced around.
'It would seem that I can only hate and no more, no more sorrow, no more grief, no more anger or any form of attachment such as love. Only hatred and indifference.' He could tell given how much he already hated what he had become.
Heading upstairs, he changed his clothes into something more casual for him which came off as banal, the form of taste that he acquired with no room for exception. After that, he prepped himself a meal to which he found tasteless.
'A side effect of the Congenital Analgesia.' He had been briefed by Doctor Pascal to which he stored to the back of his mind. 'But it would seem that there has been a sharp increase with your grey matter in your cavital space which should enhance your memory.'
He related that to the fluid that had been injected inside him. A piece of information that he came to conclude as time went on which baffled him at the time before getting adjusted to the hole that he was trapped in.
"Already knowing where her mother was, he took the time to go out for a walk." Closing the door behind him, he was instantly greeted with the conflict that was unfolding between Diana and her mother.
The scene hadn't caught that much attention but it was clear that something was wrong. 'Diana, it's a shame that your hot headedness is clouding you from seeing the truth.' He mused as he walked by.
"What's wrong?" He asked despite knowing what the matter was. "It's my mother! Despite me being an adult, she still patronizes me like a child. It's sickening." She mused as she made her way to the car that was present on the side walk.
Shifting his attention towards Miss Clara, he could tell that she was torn with what had transpired. "It would be better if you stop taking drugs but a couple of factors you know we'll are preventing you from doing so." She was startled that he knew what she was up to.
"Oh! Here we go. To think that you too would side with my mother like this." Instead of down playing it, she decided to let herself revel in the truth of it all. In her storm or rage, she went towards the car, slamming it shut before driving off.
He was of course aware of the other party that was inside but he ignored that fact for now. Looking to and fro, he decided that he would deal with the matter later as he kept on going with his walk down the street.
He ventured further till he came to the same park that changed his life. Walking through it, he kept on going as he had a specific place in mind. After an hour, he made his way to the abandoned manor in the woods.
However now it had been completely brought down and what remained of it was the foundation and some poorly left support beams. It was more of a stripping rather than a demolition with some of the furniture found sold off to compensate for the aggrieved families.
Looking down at the base, he could see a hatch that went down further however he could tell that there was nothing down there thus he made his retreat back to the park.
Stopping by a florist shop along the way, he made his way to the cemetery where passing through various gravestones, he came to a stop in front of two specific ones. The names Kelvin Butcherman and Trevor Gump came into his view.
He laced the two sets of flowers at their gravestones as he took in the sight. Even now, the emotions that he waited for, anger, sorrow and grief never came, only apathy.
'What good is this skill if I can't even trace the one who is behind it?' Sure it was a godlike skill with a level of proficiency and awareness far too high for a human to accomplish and yet with it all, he couldn't get the first clue about the killer.
As if the skill was turned off for that specific purpose which irritated him to his core. Despite that, he didn't spend that much time as he knew that his mother was heading back home thus should he.
'I promise that I'll find the one who killed you two.' A muse ran through his head laced with unbridled hatred. The only time he would feel another emotion other than indifference was when he focused on this matter.
He could tell that with their death brought a lot of irreparable damage to both households which would take years of getting over it not maybe never heal. He considered his own survival both a stroke of luck.
Neither good nor bad as despite it coming with great benefits, it would seem that he never enjoyed any of them. Truly a taunting way for the heavens to treat him.
As he was about to make his way back, a certain thought popped up in his mind to which made him consider his next steps of actions. At first he was planning on heading back but now, he changed that notion all together.
'Diana...' He gave a disgruntled sigh as he made his way towards the nearest bus stop and head in a completely new way. He had cash in his phone, something that he had to an unfathomable degree given that his fortune was stored in form of stocks.
He always knew when to buy and sell and with that knowledge, he never made a loss making him one of the few people that was a major player in the game but with his wizardry, he was able to cover his location thus it couldn't be traced back to him.
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It was seven and Lucy had yet to catch a glimpse of Andrew. She saw his bag there and his clothes but his presence was lacking which bothered him. She had received a text that he would be running late.
[{Off to find Diana. I'll be back by eight}]
The message read and despite the faith that she had in him, the uncertainty and passion of a mother clouded her making a tinge of fear gnaw in her heart. 'He's no longer twelve. He can fend off for himself.'
She reassured herself as she kept on waiting for him.
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The sights of a new place that he hadn't been to wasn't what was on his mind but rather a specific location. After arriving on a bus, he navigated his way through the dingy streets of the city. It was located at the cracks of it, a place he wouldn't imagine himself coming to and yet here he was.
Despite the neon lights that clouded his vision and the scent of all kinds of delicacies, he went on with his plan as a set of apartments came to his sight.
They had a run down look to them, as if they hadn't been renovated since they were built indicated with the touch of grime and worn out paint that was all over the walls. Calling it a maze was sufficient given how complex the networking was from one apartment to another.
...
The faint sobs of a lady could be heard echo through a room as her figure was curled up into a ball while the other figure towered over the former with an angry look on his face.
It was clear that the one on the floor was Diana and the latter her lover. The one she has sworn that was the one for him but as time passed, the more she got to see what was beneath the surface of his facade.
"What do you mean you couldn't get your bitch of a mother to help! You're just as useless as your brother!!" The rage and frustration could be felt with his voice. "Bu-bu- Anthony, I tried to talk to-"
"You fucking whore couldn't use anything other than your body to get what you want. If you weren't so pretty, I'd dump your ass out on the streets." Anthony's voice boomed once more as he went back to the sofa.
There was a slightly burnt cigarette which he took a light puff off. "We'll try tomorrow then. If not, you're out of here." Anthony concluded before the sound of the door knocked could be heard.