Chapter 3: Comes around….
After that spat with that idiotic driver, Trent had rushed into the Reefside downtown hospital. His hands and jacket were covered in full blood as he placed the injured man onto a stretcher. He sat down near the man and prayed for the best.
After several minutes, a doctor came passing by, which Trent interrupted him to examine the injured man. As the doctor checked his heart rate for about a minute, Trent couldn't stand to see the outcome of the man's life. He had hoped for the best, or to say at least.
The doctor then turned around and looked at Trent proclaiming that the man is indeed dead. The very moment he said the word, "dead", had suddenly echoed a huge sound wave which had churned all over his eardrums. His heart was crushed. It was even worse than the time Kira had argued with him earlier.
Back at his apartment, Trent's head was on his desk, while his fist was pounding against the desk repeatedly. His face was full of flowing tears filled with grief and sorrow as he was helpless and he regretted that had it been for his bike repairs, he would've had a chance to live. Now all he could think of was how cursed and jinxed he was. He continued to sob constantly and fist pounding on the desks as the dark force from earlier had completely surrounded him. This had put a halt to Trent's sobbing and had suddenly made his face change completely from lukewarm to bitter cold. All he could feel right now is darkness.
"So…you are being hated…"
The voice had suddenly appeared from nowhere. A deep husky voice was as if it was speaking to him, like a religious figure. Trent was suddenly distracted by the voice that he forgot about sobbing contiously…
"Who are you?" Trent exclaimed. "Show yourself right now!"
"Oh, I'll show myself soon….very soon."
That dark and bitter feeling Trent had for a while there, had suddenly vanished and his temperature came back to lukewarm again. He was suddenly distracted by the monitor on his screen that read, "The in his address bar. Just for curiosity, Trent hit the enter key in his keyboard.
Trent's index finger hitting the enter key on his keyboard had transmitted an electrical surge to his internet server, entering the World Wide Web, where billions and billions of web pages are active. But our main focus is the electrical surge, which surges its way to "The The depths of the webpage showed dead corpses, mummified corpses, zombified bodies, and anything else related to death in particular. At last, a text screen pops up, which Trent analyzes.
"I'm the Stranger…from Hell. I answer to those who have problems. State your case."
A text box had automatically appeared on screen. Trent was reluctant at first, but he decided to play along anyways. Trent typed the problem.
"An arrogant driver wouldn't give in my request…."
"What request?"
"There was a man, who was severely injured and needed to be taken to the hospital." "I had requested the man to give me and the injured old man a ride to the hospital, but he refused and said that he didn't want blood in his new car."
"I see. Don't worry. Everything will be taken care off….I will now grant your wishes."
Instantly, there were numerous amounts of dark clouds hovering above Trent, and simultaneously gave him head aches. Trent had cried and moaned for a very long time as his body undergoes a big change. His eyes were turning pure red, his attire was turning black and the flashes of purple thunder had granted him a dark cape. To finish the transformation off, he received a dagger shaped mask that covered part of his right side of his face. The dark clouds had then perished into thin air as Trent turned out to be an evil-like human.
"Yes….perfect." said Trent himself, whose voice was now husky and deeper, just as the voice was. "Hereafter, I will not be Trent. I will adapt a new name. I shall be known as…."Hell's Stranger."
The stranger had disappeared to the scene of where the arrogant driver resides.
It was past midnight. Everyone was in their beds, well all except for the arrogant driver, who was driving his way back from the vine shop in a ghetto like street, which was told to be very alarming and dangerous. Still, the driver brushed off those rumors and drove off with that drunken feeling in mind.
To his dismay though, the car had stopped in the middle of the alleyway. The driver was furious that he was just merely a few minutes away from home and that he had to step out of the car to see what the problem was. Furiously, he stepped out of his vehicle, only to visualize his surroundings in a very blurry way. That is, till he spots a tall man, who possesses the eyes of the sharingan, with a dagger-shaped mask on one part of his face and his wardrobe consists of a black turtle-neck sweater along with a long black coat, the kind you seen Neo wear in "The Matrix". Unknown the drunkard was that tall man, standing right near him was indeed, Trent Mercer alias, "The Stranger."
"Too much for the night, eh boss?" The Stranger talks with that deep husky voice of his.
The drunkard had taken to account that "The Stranger" was no more than a beggar asking for money. "Nice try, son." The drunkard confidently answers. "But, I don't talk to beggars like y- - "
"Son a bitch!" The stranger slapped his face, faster than a speeding bullet as he mouthed his words. "Get in the jeep!" The stranger drags the drunkard in the backseat of the car and carjacks his van out of the alleyway.
From a bird's perspective, we can see the jeep being driven at a very high speed across the country at midnight. The jeep drives towards huge rural areas filled with sleeping wildstock, well except for the bulls that is. Finally, the jeep comes to a complete stop as the front seat door opens, comes out the drunkard driver being thrown to the ground in fear and agony as he is faced against the mysterious "stranger."
"Why did you do that?" The stranger shouts at the drunkard. "Why did you let that man die!"
"What man?" The drunkard answers with stutter. "Him? I didn't do anything, honest!"
"Oh, you did do something. Something very grave indeed." The Stranger answers. "Now it's time for you to be punished.
The stranger walks towards a pit, where numerous groups of bulls and bison are residing. To the drunkard's surprise, the stranger recklessly, destroyed the fence that guarded the bulls and bison from going out anywhere else, and startled them by chanting some ancient gibberish that resembled very close to the Sanskrit language. No one could understand, even the drunkard, could not know what he was speaking just now. But all he could know was death, as the hordes of bulls and bison ran in groups and at their top running speed towards the drunkard's direction. Knowing this, the drunkard dashes off in fear as the hordes of bulls and bison run after him.
Eventually, this leads him to an uncharted cave, where the drunkard found safety, that is, till the bulls and bison followed. On top of one of the bulls rides the Stranger. When the bulls and hordes completely surrounded the drunkard man, they began to attack ferociously with their sharp horns of agony and death. The cries of pain and fear give the cave a much echoed feeling. The stranger finds his pain and agony very satisfying, and continues to chant constantly, till he is pleaded by the drunkard, only this time, he's covered with nothing but torn clothes, constant bleeding and injury to his right arm. "Oh, is it hurting that bad for you? Then maybe I could save your life, considering you didn't save the old man's! Now pay for your sins", The Stranger answered as he gave a huge kick to the drunkard's chest, sending him crashing towards the cave walls and into the ground, where the hordes of bulls and bison tend to finish off the remains of the sinner. His eyes of the Sharingan give off a diffused effect as this chapter comes to a close.