A loud noise filled air.
Daniel gasped as the sudden surge of dizziness and fear overcame him. The wind was blowing his hair as he fell down to the water below, allowing himself to free fall. The deep blue ocean below him looked so tranquil, so calm, as if nothing terrible had happened before, yet something did happened.
Just seconds before he had seen blood spurt on his hand and face. Then it was a shouting from the distant, before he could think he was controlled by his fear and instinct. He ran straight to the window, with arms covered his head, and crushed the glass. Without a second thought, he immediately spread his arms to his sides and dived…he hadn't done it before did he? Or his ancestor was telling him to do so?
Half minute before Daniel was still in the Dubai tower, listening to the Mentor about the bleeding effect. The Mentor handed him the hidden blade ritually and he put it on his forearm. A flash of myriad pictures and voices flew across his mind and As if someone had switched on a sealed and intricate gear simultaneously. An impulse suddenly overtook him, much like a computer had command a spontaneous order to process, and he lost control of his own mind and body. Before Daniel realized what he had done, the blade attached to the bracer on his left arm had been plunged into the Mentor's neck, staining with blood.
What happened? I didn't mean to…
Perplexities and fear engulfed him immediately. He didn't know what happened to him. He didn't understand why he did this. He sheathed the blade and placed the body of the Mentor down on the floor. "No…I…I didn't mean to…" Both his voice and fingers were trembling.
"Why…did you…"The Mentor choked, trying very hard to speak through his ragged breath. "do…this…" He was dying, the light in his pupils started to dissipate.
Daniel all but jumped out of the building, letting himself falling freely. He couldn't stand the brutal scene anymore, he couldn't bear and fact that he had killed a man—the Mentor—he corrected, the man who he had been looking for over these years. He wanted to deny, to reverse all of it. He didn't think anything particular when the window seared, he wasn't thinking as the broken glass slicing him. The instinct in his genes overwhelmed his thoughts and instructed his movements, his head was stunned by the shock of the situation.
In a fraction of seconds he regained his consciousness, and he was shocked by the height and speed. Why he was in such a ridiculous posture?
His consciousness was blown away again as soon as he was caught by the illusions.
And that's when he hit the bottom. With a loud spray, Daniel dropped into the water.
Notes
I was inspired by a whim in my head before I wrote this fiction. It is very challenging to write in Daniel's POV because his mind was always shattered and broken. I don't think Daniel was a totally bad guy. I don't deny his misdeed, but he was, indeed, a pathetic puppet.