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Chapter six: Clues
A day after Angeline was attacked by the bite bug………
(Inside Mrs. Furnival's house. Dylan was topless Don't get any ideas while Angeline was checking his body Get your mind outta the gutter!)
"Seriously Dylan, Your whole body is very well built and toned for fighting, you have a flexible body, your muscles aren't big but they're strengthened and toned very well. Your body is very suitable for fighting." Angeline said as she placed down her stethoscope down on the table. (I forgot to mention that Angeline is a doctor.)
"Yeah right! Maybe it was because of the carrying of loads of crates and bending down a lot and shoveling from gardening." Dylan retorted defensively.
" You don't build and tone muscles in weeks Dylan, your body looks like it was built over years of hard training. Goodness you're a six packer for crying out loud!" Angeline retorted back.
Dylan rolled his eyes and turned so that he wasn't facing Angeline. He took his shirt and he put it on.
"Look Dylan, I think your life before is some kind off combat related." Angeline said trying to remain calm at her friend's stubbornness.
"Combat? I really don't think so. I hate fighting." Dylan replied as he turned to face Angeline with an annoyed expression.
"Oh yeah? Then why did you take the metal rod used for punching holes on the ground to beat the crap out of the bite bug when you saw it about to strike? And a person with average build could not have killed that bug in one hit. Plus you didn't flinch or showed fear of any sort its just like you were automatic in 'see a monster, kill' type of state. I think you had emotional training and had a lot of experience, you were looked like a professional when you whacked the bug!" Angeline said effusively and looked very irritated. I
"Whatever." Dylan threw up his arms while rolling his eyes. He trudged wearily from the exchange of words towards the stairs.
Angeline just looked at Dylan furiously then she gathered her doctor's instruments and stuffed them in a black bag and furiously stomped out of the door.
Dylan sighed as he unlocked the door to his room. He kicked off his shoes and threw himself on the bed. He looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes.
Me, a professional combatant? Sure whatever man! Sigh But she could be right. Bah! Never mind about what she said. Okay Dylan, clear your mind. Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Sleep…………………
A young boy in orange t-shirt leaned against the wall was alone. He looked deep in thought; it was a rainy weather that day. Suddenly the boy said, "I'll be okay without yoo sis, I'm going to take care of myself."
Poor kid, I wish I could help him. He looks very lonely, sad and in pain. So much emotional turbulence at such a young and tender age.
Then the young boy looked up at the sky with tears like honey flowing down his cheeks.
What the, the boy looks like………………me……… Weird…
Suddenly a woman who was clad in white robes went near the boy, she looked just like an angel, she had black hair that was long and had blue eyes just like the young boy's, they kind of have a family resemblance. She rested a hand at the shoulder of the boy but the boy didn't seem to have noticed. Her eyes were full of pity and sorrow.
She looks like the kiddo's mom.
The lady bent down and gave the boy a hug, but the boy still didn't seem to have noticed. Then the lady turned to the direction where Dylan stood. She smiled at him then slowly faded away………………………………
Dylan slowly opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times before his eyes focused.
Was the kid I saw in my dream, me? And who was that woman? ……………… Sigh………… Whatever………
Dylan sat up and checked his clock. It was nearly 6 pm. He got up from his bed and put on his sneakers.
I need some air……… Dylan thought as he exited the house and headed to the direction of the flower fields.
Dylan walked aimlessly on the field then suddenly he stumbled upon something.
"What the heck?" Dylan cursed as he got up and looked back to see what made him stumble.
It was a gravestone on the ground. Dylan noticed some words engraved upon it.
"Raine Loire……… I wonder who she is." Dylan thought out loud.
"She was a nice young woman. It was a pity that she died young though." A voice answered from behind Dylan.
Dylan turned around to see who it was and…
"Angeline?" Dylan looked at Angeline confusedly as she went over and crouched down near the grave.
"She was very kind and nice, a saint if you ask me."
"You… knew her?" Dylan asked as he noticed Angeline's gloomy mood.
"Yes, all my life………… she was my………friend. She was the one who took care of me whenever my parents were busy with their businesses. She would always greet me with a warm smile and she cared for me unlike my parents who cared more for their businesses than their child." Angeline replied with a tone of sadness
"I'm… sorry." Dylan said as he bowed down his head and laid some flowers he picked up earlier as he was walking on the field on the grave.
"Don't be, it wasn't your fault." She looked at Dylan with a small sad smile.
The wind blew gently across the field. Causing the grasses and flowers to sway to the movement of the wind.
"It's getting dark. You should go back now." Angeline suggested softly.
"What about you?" Dylan replied with a look of concern.
"I'll be fine. I'll just stay here for a few more minutes…"
"Oh, alright. See you tomorrow then. " Dylan said as he smiled and waved goodbye to Angeline.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow." Angeline replied in a soft manner as she smiled back at Dylan.
Auntie Raine… I miss you.
Woo! I wonder what that means… hehe.
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