As Langdon prepared the lecture of the day, the wound began to pulsate lightly at first. He hissed a little but went on with receiving his students. As the morning class began, the pulsations got steadily worse, reopening the scar tissue and blood began to stain the white bandages, all causing bouts of pain for Langdon. But he went on with his class on pagan symbols. It was until a student noticed that the normally clean white board was spotted with strange red dots that the professor finally realized the wound was bleeding profusely. He excused himself from the classroom and ran towards a nearby bathroom.
He ripped the sleeve buttons open to see the bandages soaked in blood, and began to rinse it with the tap water from the faucet.
What the hell is going on with me? Suddenly he heard a crashing from the entrance. He hid in one of the cubicles as two men entered the restroom, both with revolvers on their hands. He could hear them talk but he remained quiet.
One apparently was an addict of sort as his voice was jumpy and hysterical as he asked his partner.
"Man Kimera was awesome finding him out. Who knew he worked in this place? Waste of time, this place. But great place to grab a bite." The other one seemed much more logical, and much stronger than the first one.
He replied, "Shaddup, Terkin! We already shot a janitor and a cute li'l girl, I don't wanna shoot someone else." "Aw come one, you know you wanna kill someone else, Wolfren. You were the one to shoot the janitor first." The one called Terkin spat back, the glee clearly heard from where Langdon was hiding. They killed someone here? He thought as he continued hearing the conversation.
"Man that Richard dude put up a fight, had to tear him limb from limb get him to shut up; he went on how I betrayed him, bullshit to me I said. Then I went…"Terkin rambled until the one called Wolfren shushed him. Langdon could hear the footsteps as Wolfren drew closer to what appeared to be the sink. Then a chill went up his spine, the bloody sink in which he had hastily tried to clean his wound. He heard Wolfren sniff something and then say, "I think we have a spy in here…" the hoarse voice stated, making Langdon's heart practically stop. "Ooh, where is it? I want to torture him!" Terkin wickedly squealed as Wolfren led him.
Then a door was smashed open, 3 cubicles away from where Langdon hid. Then it was two, as Wolfren tore down the next one. One more, Langdon thought of any way to hide from the impending death. There was no escape and the last door was smashed down. He could hear Terkin salivating as the footsteps drew to his door.
Wolfren then rammed the door open wit a force only compared to a bull. It swung open, revealing an empty cubicle. Both men entered and looked around, nothing. Terkin the shrugged disappointed and said, "Wolfren, you were hearing things…" "I didn't imagine this." The large black man responded as he showed his fingers, covered with some watered down blood. Terkin sniffed it as if it was crack and went into a sort of spasm, "It's…" "He's around here, I know it. C'mon." Wolfren ordered as he gave one more look around.
As they left sight range, Langdon sighed of relief, he couldn't hold on any longer. He dropped down onto the tiled floors from his hiding place, the ceiling. He had held himself with the high cement walls surrounding the cubicles. In his panic, he had jumped 10 feet into the ceiling as if it was nothing and held until Wolfren left. He looked at his wound, still bleeding, yet it did not cause him any more pain. Instead he was relieved that by some miracle, he had hidden from those psychopaths. But what the hell were they talking about? He thought as he cleared the bite; and better yet, who did they kill?
Langdon returned to his class, which had been substituted by Ms. Dewprey, a lively woman who, in Langdon's opinion, had her head in the clouds. She gladly accepted taking over his class when he had decided to call in sick. And maybe look around the premises for the supposedly murdered janitor. As he exited through the west, he headed to the main library, the last time he saw the janitor alive. Maybe they were lying he hoped as he continued to the gardens.
When he got there, he would not only lose that small hope but also his breakfast as he discovered what appeared to be a human finger. The images played back in his mind; the janitor struggling with the two individuals, getting shot and then being torn apart alive by the one named Terkin. Then a sickening thought entered his mind: if a finger was here, then a body is sure to found. Truth be told, it was hidden between two rather large bushes. Every part of the tortured soul laid waste, what was once his abdomen was now a ribcage and the gory remains of his heart concealed by the lush leaves. Langdon felt as if his body was about to collapse and what was left of his meal had gone up to his mouth. He dropped to the floor and looked up to the sky, looking for any answer, any reason for this murder. Someone please help me.
