DR. WALTER JAKE
"Help! Open up!"
Even though, Tintin had banged his fist against the wooden door, these words cried out from inside the supply closet with no effect. No one seems to hear him screaming or even banging from inside the creepy place, not even Mr. Heed who was just behind him that time.
After a short while Tintin stopped and think, 'Nothing's gonna happen not unless I do something myself.' He looked around the supply closet. It was a small square-shape room, there were cobwebs on the ceilings and every corners near the floor. He saw three wooden planks were sticked to the wall horizontally and there being placed were some old steel buckets. Then curiously he looked above, to his surprise there was a rectangular lining on the ceiling which only meant that it was probably an attic door.
"Hmmm..." Tintin muttered taking a closer look, slowly he made his way towards the wooden wall-shelf and decided to climb it as if it was a ladder. After he made his first foot to step on the first plank there was a small cracking sound. Tintin looked down to where his foot was and saw a slight crack to where he was stepping at, "It seems that this plank won't hold on much longer." He assumed before taking a deep breathe and exhaled.
Without much of a choice, Tintin put his other foot to the second plank and heard it creak but still he slowly continued to climb up using the weak wooden planks. Finally he reached the upper part of the wall-shelf then cautiously raised an arm to reach the rectangular door on the ceiling, "Just a little more..." His fingers were just an inch away from the handle of the attic's door.
BANG!
The door of the supply closet banged open and this shicked Tintin so much that he fell of the wall-shelf hitting the cold floor with his back.
"Ow..." Tintin cried out in pain as he crouched rolling to one side of the floor.
"Whaz do you thinkz yer doin..." Said by a scorchy toned voice that sounded so hair-raising that he could possibly even break the window by just yelling one word.
On the floor, the young reporter was still crouching in pain but managed to raise his head over on the floor to see the mysterious person who came in. In his vision even if the form was upside down and his face was a blurr to him, Tintin could described the stranger. He was wearing a white lab coat splattered with some pinkish stains, under the coat, he was wearing a brown shirt tied with black bow and a pair of ragged khaki pants which matched his pair of beach sandals.
The stranger coughed harshly, clearing his throat out, "I said... *coughs* What do you think your doing..." He repeated but his tone was still scorchy.
Tintin wearily push himself up by using his elbows that were pressed to the floor. He could feel his back aching along as he sat up gently straightening his back then he felt his collar bone crack which made him gave out a low moan of pain.
"You're taking too long kid, that's it..." Irritated the stranger grabbed Tintin by the shoulders before forcefully dragging him outside the supply closet despite the young reporter moaning in pain because of his back then left him lying on the living room's cold hard floor, "Stay there." He ordered, "I'll go get an ice bag."
The light of the living room made Tintin's vision blurry, his eyes was currently adjusting from it. Slowly, he find it hard to adjust his vision since the light seems to be forcing him to close his eyes... and it did.
By the time Tintin opened his eyes he had found himself asleep on the living room's sofa, there was something wet behind his back so he sat up and grabbed the odd wet object that seems to be tied to his back. He pulled it out, puzzled to see it was an ice bag that was melting.
"Huh?" Tintin wondered, "How did this get here..."
"Zo yer awake thaz a reliev... *coughs**coughs* I mean, so you're awake now that's a relief." Said by the stranger who was sitting on an armchair facing the wall not far from the sofa where Tintin was now sitting on. Tintin turned to see a red-headed stranger facing the wall, "Um... Could I ask who you are, sir?" He asked as he laid his feet to the floor.
"I'm Dr. Walter Jake," the stranger finally introduced himself without facing Tintin, "I live here."
"I thought this is Mr. Heed's apartment room?" Tintin questioned the oddly peculiar doctor since he was starting to have doubts about him.
"Yes, this is where he lives too." Dr. Jake replied still not facing the young reporter.
"You're a relative of his?" the young reporter asked suspicious about the strange doctor.
"You could say that..." Dr. Jake said calmly then started humming a dead tune.
"I never see you around." Tintin added.
"You never see Mr. Heed around often too." the doctor said back continuing his dead humming.
Dr. Jake was good enough to answer all of Tintin's question but the young reporter wasn't done questioning this peculiar guy just yet, "You weren't here in the room a while ago." He continued.
"Nuhuh," Dr. Jake taunted, "I'm always in this room."
"How come?" Tintin wondered.
"How come?" the doctor repeated the words Tintin said before laughing slightly, "Now. That I don't know."
"Are you 'really' a doctor, Dr. Jake?" Tintin said his suspicion arising.
"Why are you asking so many questions?" Dr. Jake sounded annoyed.
"The name's Tintin." Tintin replied firmly, "As you probably heard I'm a reporter."
"Well..." Dr. Jake started laughing hysterically before standing up his back still faced Tintin, "Let me fix that logic of yours then, Reporter?" Sarcasm was evident in the doctor's voice and Tintin had a hunch that something bad would soon happen not unless he makes a move.
"If you'd excuse me, doctor." Tintin stood up from the sofa and went towards the door. As he reached for the knob to twist it open, all of a sudden he froze in place.
"Is something the matter?" Dr. Jake's voice woke Tintin up from being frozen. He turned to see that the doctor was seated again.
It took a while for him to reply as he looked back curiously at the doorknob. Until he finally said, "Doctor, how come the door's lock outside?"
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CHAPTER 3 (PENDING)
