INVITED

At first it started to drizzle. After a while, the gray sky was completely swallowed by the darker clouds that slowly dominated them. With that, the light drizzle formed into a rushing rain, carrying wildly blowing winds.

In a quiet neighborhood at a simple apartment, there in a room lives a famous young -we don't know how young exactly- reporter known as 'Tintin' who had solved countless mysteries, half traveled the world and experience hard actions in means of being hunted down by his enemies or people who just got invovle. But this young reporter despite the challenges in his way would still finish the story he had started that's why nothing can stop him that easily.
He's brave enough to tell the truth.
He's strong enough at least to knock an enemy or two... or more.
He's stubborn enough to put himself in the midst of danger.
And...
He's good enough to do the right thing.

Tintin wearing a blue shirt with its sleeves folded under it is a white buttoned shirt with it's collar stincking out and a matching pair of brownish pants and shoes comforatbaly sitting on his couch while crossing his legs comfortably reading his morning newspaper -as if you can tell that it was just morning because of the dark clouds and heavy rain outside- with the radio on the table beside him turned on. Snowy - Tintin's ever loyal fox terrier- was as always asleep right infront to where Tintin sat happily dreaming sweet dreams such as an island made of bones without even being bothered by the noises of the blewing winds that was trying to get their window open or the splashing rain tha sounded as if a million feet were walking all over their ceiling. Suddenly, the commercial on th radio was interrupted by an urgent warning broadcast about a heavy storm that might came to this evening.

'The NASA calculated that there would be a chance that we might be visited by a strong storm this evening at 1900 hours.' It reported. 'So tie your television together with your fridge, put the dogs and cats separately in a corner of your living room and be prepared for the strongest winds of a lifetime and prickly drops of water over your rooftop everyone. Since the storm might last longer than you think. On the other news...'
The radio was cut off short.

Tintin stopped reading and looked over his newspaper, "That's odd..." he muttered before putting his newspaper aside and turned to look at the radio. He tried to turn the knob, left to right, but not a sound came out, "Hmmm... That's weird." He put his hand under his chin and looked around, "There can't be a blackout since the lightbulb's still running." Tintin heard a loud crash of glasses which collided with the floor on the top room over his, "What was that?!"
In panic, Tintin dashed out of his room leaving the unknowing Snowy to stay in his little happy world of dreams.

"Blueberry Crumpets and Tea!"

Someone said sounding it as if he was cursing in a way. He was a handsome black haired man in his early 20s wearing a white long sleeved polo shirt with a black bowtie and a pair of black slacks and shoes. The man was enraged looking down on the floor to see a lot of broken flasks containing red, green and yellow liquid that was now mixed slowly scattered around the carpet on his floor, "Now look what you've done," He started scratching his head vigorously with both hands before slamming them on the table to where the flasks probably fell off, "Dr. Jake, you've ruined the antidote!"

"Don't blame me." Replied by a scorchy tone that came from behind the mirror that was at the side of the enraged man, "It was because of the strong winds that came in side the room from the window."

"What are you talking about," the enraged man said then looked at the mirror to his side, "I saw you did it you little nut. Don't you want to be cured and get this over with you're getting to become more madder than ever."

"Nuhuh..." the scorchy voice behind the mirror denied, "It would seem to make a lot of sense if you would admit that 'you're' the only one becoming madder, Mr. Heed."

Mr. Heed clenched both of his hands into fists before slowly walking near towards the mirror. He looked at his own reflection with angered and hateful eyes, raising his shaking fist in the air ready to hit the mirror...

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

He stopped all of a sudden eventhough his fist was just an inch away from hitting the mirror then turned his head to look at the door unsure that was just mistaken that someone was knocking. There was moment of silence in the room...

Knock, knock.

Though this time it was much louder, Mr. Heed took a deep breath and let it all out, he looked at the mirror again to see he was so messy, tired and paranoid. He ran down his fingers calmly over his head as if brushing it like a comb, fixed himself up and dusted the dirt that was on his sleeves. Then started to make his way for the door.

He held the doorknob and twisted it slightly opening the door.

"Ummm... Hello..." He saw a young boy wearing a blue shirt with its sleeves folded under it is a white buttoned shirt with it's collar stincking out and a matching pair of brownish pants and shoes,"Is something the matter sir?" The young boy asked politely.

It took a while for Mr. Heed to answer, "... Yes, everything's fine." He looked at the sides avoiding the boy's eyes.

"Oh..." He said, "Sorry, I thought that there was something bad that happened. I guessed my instinct was over the edge." He rubbed the back of his head and gave out a half hearted laugh.

"No, it's fine." Mr. Heed replied lowly not noticing that he was opening his room's door widely. Tintin saw the broken flasks on the floor and the randomly colored liquid that was scattering, "Do you need a hand with those?" Tintin pointed pass Mr. Heed.

Mr. Heed looked to where he pointed, "Don't worry I can handle cleaning it." He said dryly. Then on the table to where the flasks fell off from there a was another flask containing a grey liquid rolling down the table and crashed down the floor. Mr. Heed and Tintin flinched and saw the grey liquid dissolved through the floor down to Tintin's room below it, after that it dissolve further and reached the bottom room under Tintin's.

"... Fine, come in." Mr. Heed invited though unhappy, "You can help."

Tintin came in the room, "I haven't seen you around much, Mister?"

"Mr. Thaddaeus Heed," Mr. Heed replied and closed the door, "And I just don't go out much that's all."

"I'm Tintin by the way." Tintin turned and offered his hand to Mr. Heed but he just ignored it and walked pass him to where the broken flasks were.

"I know you," He said kneeling down to fold his half dissolved carpet, "You're that nosey little reporter."

"...Well..." Tintin rubbed a finger on his cheek, "I guess so..."

"The supply closet's over there next to the mirror," Mr. Heed ordered, "Since you want to help just get the dustpan and broom."

"Ok." Tintin replied and went to the supply closet that was next to the mirror behind him Mr. Heed was coughing lowly. Mr. Heed felt his heart race and held his chest, 'Dr. J-Jake... Don't y-you dare..." then he collapsed in shock.

'Psst. Psst.'

"Huh?" Tintin stopped and looked at the mirror to see his reflection, "That's weird?" He scratched his head, "Guess I must be hearing things."

After that Tintin brushed off the idea that someone was calling him and went to open the supply closet to get the broom and the dustpan. As he leaned closer to grab the broom someone pushed him in and locked him inside the supply closet.

"Hey! Open up!" Tintin cried out slamming his fists at the supply closet's door, "Mr. Heed! I'm locked in!"

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