Two updates on one day! You lot are lucky! You find out his real name in this one. And another surprise!
Chapter 2. Something Left Behind
Cormac scanned the seating arrangements. He was on duty to find anything left behind by the audience, and report it to Mr. Tall. So far, he had found nothing. As he came to a stop at the front, he found a suitcase under the seat. He went over, deftly took it out, and scanned inside for any trace of the owner's identity. After a while, he hit the jackpot. A name card, with the letters printed in gold, winked back at him. It read:
Roy L. Project
General Manager of Daily Obsequies Incorporated
We handle obsequies daily!
Cormac took the bag, with the card, to Mr. Tall. As usual, Mr. Tall opened his door just before Cormac knocked on it. He read the card, nodded, and spoke.
"Cormac, you take this to the man yourself. The address is on the back." He then closed the door before Cormac could answer. Very abrupt behaviour, even for Mr. Tall, thought Cormac, as he approached the road.
(36 years ago)
A boy, just turned ten, approached a grave. The morning breeze was cool on his forehead, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The grass was soft and moist beneath his feet. Sounds of laughter drifted along the graveyard. Children, the same age as he was, were probably playing. It was a Sunday.
He placed his flowers on the grave. The gravestone said,
Here lies Arthur Drewman
Beloved Father, Husband, Friend
He died too early
A tear crept down the cheek of the young boy. Although he had been only three at the time of his father's death, he could still remember his father as if he had seen him only yesterday. He still had his photograph on his bedside table. With kind, determined eyes, strong features, and blonde hair cut smartly short, he was the most handsome man the boy had ever seen.
He also remembered the face of the murderer. He had seen the face through the window, the split second before his father thrust straight through it. The face had been twisted with anger, but with sneer of a mad man. Luckily, he was dead, or so he thought. He didn't know his name, but a face was enough. And still he wondered, why had this man murdered his father? What was the reason? He still didn't have an answer.
His thoughts were interrupted by a call from his mother.
"Colin! Come back here! We have church to go to!!" she shouted.
Colin smiled sadly. He wondered what the future had in store for him. At least he still had his mother. He looked at his fingers, his arms, and sighed. He still had his freakish skill as well. He hoped the skill hadn't effected his mother's love towards him.
(Present Day)
Cormac, reached the address. He pushed through the double doors, and walked up to reception. After a short explanation, he was waved through to a waiting room.
Colin was forced to wait an agonizingly long time. He kept walking up to the secretary, telling her that all he had to do was give this to...... But he was always told the same thing.
"I am sorry sir, but will you please wait until your turn." She spoke politely, but her voice was becoming laced with annoyance. Each time, he would sit down, looking at his watch constantly. He was probably going to be late for the show.
After another long wait. He was finally admitted through. He was determined to make this quick, to make the secretary regret her impoliteness. But after he saw the man's face, all his thoughts merged and vanished, until only pure, horrific shock remained.
This was the man who had killed his father.
Did you get a shock? Probably not, because you knew he was alive anyway, right? A fight scene in the next chapter! Yes! ('Obsequies' are funeral rites, if you didn't know)