Chapter 3
It was about six months since I actually went in the public eye, or even talked to anyone. My tutor, Will didn't even teach me. Well nothing that I didn't know of already. I was dismissed from my Lucian meetings, and duties and I wasn't in on anything that had happened. I felt lonely. The only people that were in the house were Will, Zola and I. My father was allegedly trying to find a cure to my monstrous look, but even I knew that all hope was lost and there was no way I would be able to break the spell.
It was fall, when the season was cold, but not too cold either. I started get outside. In the dark of the night and dressed up in the most puffed up jacket probably known in mankind. People didn't pay attention to me at all. I was reduced to walking in shady corners and dark alleys. I almost laughed at the thought. I'm talking about myself, Ian Kabra, the richest, popular, and handsome person was stuck looking like garbage, and trapped in a five-storey prison. Things were not looking up for me or my future.
It was around 12 P.M. when I got back. I immediately ran upstairs and headed toward my suite. Yes I said my suite; I was always taught that I always deserved the best. In other words I made sure that I was given a suite when I heard the news that I was going to move here.
I quickly logged on to the computer. I checked out the CIA website, which was a cover-up of the real Lucian website that was lurking, just like me, behind links and links and links. And yes the Lucians know that whatever gets on the internet stays on the internet, but the person that invented the internet was a Lucian, and we made sure our website was hidden behind major websites, like Facebook and Twitter, huge companies like Hollister and Armani and porn. Especially porn.
When I finally reached the website I was looking for I searched the plastic surgeons and skincare doctors that were Lucians. I knew they loathed my dad, and I could always persuade them to keep a secret from the Lucian Leader. I did lose hope, but maybe they might have some connections with some Ekat doctors (face it, they are far more skilled in the field then we are) might have something to cure me. I always have money and clues. We all know they are after clues and hate that weakling Alistair Oh, who happens to lead them. I quickly found a number that was used when they were contacted or needed by the Lucians. I gave Dr. Rosewood a call. (A/N: Guess where I got the Rosewood from? Need any hints?)
"Hello?" Dr. Rosewood answered when I called him. It was the first person that I called since the incident, and I secretly hoped I didn't lose any of my social graces.
"Hello there, is this Dr. Rosewood?" I asked back, just to clarify who I was talking to.
"Yes, who is speaking?" Dr. Rosewood questioned back.
"That is none of your concern. I would like to speak with you privately, it is a medical condition that I need to attend and I was hoping you or someone you know would be able to cure. "I said, quickly getting to the point.
"But I don't know who you are and where you are from, how am I supposed to reach you?" Dr. Rosewood asked. It was a clear sign he was not going to make it without some support.
"What is your location currently, Dr. Rosewood?" I asked in my British accent. I no longer seemed to care about social graces as I got a little rougher with every word I said.
"Why do you care, and how did you get this number?" Dr. Rosewood replied bewildered.
"Let's just say I happen to be friends with your leader," I was actually at the very top as heir to the leadership, but who said he needed to know that? ,"and if you don't meet me in Brooklyn, at your office, during the hour of 1 PM, you are going to be in a lot of trouble. I will guarantee that you will lose your job. I am that much higher than you on the social ladder. "I continued.
I knew he would have recorded the phone call and so I made sure that I hacked into most of the big members of the council in the Lucian branch and made sure that whatever gets sent to them would come to me first. I made myself untraceable. And I wasn't able to be found. See we Lucians were powerful. As far as the country was concerned, we were still in Britain, not in America. I shook my head at the thought. Filthy, filthy America.
"I understand." Dr. Rosewood steadily said. He thought that he would be able to take me on. What a loser.
"Good. It will be a pleasure to meet you." I replied said, before I quickly cut the phone.
"Well, that went well, don't you think?" I asked myself.
I came back inside after meeting Dr. Rosewood. It was a big surprise to see his face shocked to see my face, I know that Lucians are taught to have…what would Americans say…poker face? Well anyway, it was a big surprise for him to see my face and turn pale as a ghost. My current face, but even in my own face, they would probably be shocked as how handsome I am, and how all the rumors that went around the Lucian branch about how handsome I was were true. How handsome I used to be.
Flashback
"Who are you?" Dr. Rosewood asked as soon as I walked into the office.
"Nice to meet you too." I responded back, chuckling.
"Who are you?" Dr. Rosewood replied back in complete hostility.
"I am none other than Alex Sander, son of Katie Sander. I believe my mother was a patient of yours?" I asked.
"Yes, Yes of course. "He replied back. I knew he was lying though. There was no such person as Katie Sanders that he knows of, and of course Alex Sanders doesn't exist. I guess he was guilty for not remembering a fake person. He was in a state of pause, before he continued on with his next question. I was only thinking about how many questions he would have.
"You said you were many rungs above me on the social ladder. How is it true? You look like bullshit.' He asked me.
"Thank you for that, but you see, I used to look like a regular human being, actually far more than that, more like a male model that doesn't need Photoshop. Something happened to me. I can't explain it, you see these scars weren't here. It was one scar across my face and another and another, and I need your help undoing the effects of whatever has happened to me." I answered to him. I was furious, of course, but I figured it was what he wanted, to see me pissed after he called me bullshit, so I kept my calm. Something that made him even more surprised.
"You said you knew a person that was in the…you know, the Lucian branch? May I ask who that was?" Rosewood asked yet again. I was starting to get agitated with his questions, didn't he know that if this didn't work I would have to go and find a girl that will love me. That would be hard with my looks at the current state, but I could always use my charms.
"But of course! He is Ian Kabra? I supposed who know who he is?" I asked him in innocence.
"Do I know him? Everyone in our branch knows who he is? He gave up our clues for that girl he fancied. If you are friends with him, than I won't bother doing anything to help you." Rosewood said in anger.
Imagine me than at the moment, I was ready to punch someone, which was a surprise because punching is for the Tomas, other words known as the biggest losers in history. I felt more like…killing someone. I kind of got scared at my own sinister thoughts, but I decided that I would channel it into something else, like threatening.
"You realize I am a beast, right? Maybe because of a medical dysfunction but nonetheless, a beast. I could strip you away of your freedom, keep you hostage of some sort. Did you think I wouldn't notice that flower pot, did you?" I asked. Dr. Rosewood was surprised at what an eyesight I had. That flower pot held a camera that had audio. It was being videotaped, and the evidence could be used against me. Now I know it wouldn't. I went over to the flower pot and picked up in my hands.
"You thought I would come in here with no sort of weapon?" I asked. He just gulped.
"This is where I come and ask you of something, where you give me what I want and where we end this meeting with neither of us scathed. Understood?" I asked him in a clear, full of authority, voice.
He nodded.
"Very well, I want the numbers of the best Cahill doctors in the world." I asked. I could have said 'need' instead of 'want', but it would look like begging, and I for one, don't beg.
"Do you think that these people could help you with your skin problem, hah? That would never happen in a million years." Rosewood said. As if he was right.
"You see, I want to speak with them." I said as I was fiddling with the flowerpot. It was big enough, to maybe hold the wireless recording between the flowerpot and the other cameras in the room.
"I'll just get you the numbers." Rosewood replied. I was going for it. He was giving me the numbers out of fear. He quickly jotted the numbers on to a paper, and folded it before handing them to me. I gave him a classic Kabra smirk, before saying,
"Know who you are messing with." I said threateningly, as I dropped the flowerpot. The recording was lost and there was no way he would be able to give proof of what happened.