24th Dec'19

09:06 PM

Somewhere in the New York City...

"Call an ambulance damn it!"

Amidst the chaos, Tom's voice reverberated with urgency as he applied pressure to the bullet wound on the young man's chest. With both hands firmly on the wound, he exerted pressure to control the bleeding and alleviate the severity of the injury. Tom tore a piece of fabric from his shirt, which he wore beneath his jacket, and pressed it against the wound to provide additional support. The young man, struggling for breath, gasped in pain as blood began to seep from his mouth.

The young man's blonde hair, falling to an average length, appeared tousled amidst the chaos. His piercing blue eyes seemed to radiate as if reflecting the surrounding night lights and the tears that welled within them. Clad in a thick white full T-shirt, now stained with the crimson hue of his blood seeping from the open wound, he also sported a pair of black jeans. Despite the presence of his red running shoes with white soles, it was evident that their functionality had been rendered insufficient in this desperate situation.

Despite the darkness of the night, the city was pulsating with life, energized by the imminent arrival of Christmas. The air was filled with the distant sounds of cars humming and citizens' screams along the streets, police helicopters hovering overhead, and other unidentified noises that seemed out of place for this time. The atmosphere was filled with a unique blend of anticipation, the smell of blood, pungent Nitroglycerin, and an underlying sense of unrest.

The piercing sound of yelling seemed to break the confounding spell that had held the onlookers in an apathetic state. Finally awakened to the gravity of the situation, they ceased taking selfies and recording videos, and instead, urgently called for an ambulance and the police. Meanwhile, Tom remained engaged in a desperate conversation with the young man, doing his best to keep him alive. Despite the collective response, a few individuals remained unaffected, continuing their activities as if the chaotic scene unfolding before them was nothing out of the ordinary. The entire street bore the scars of recent turmoil, giving the impression that it had recently endured the ravages of war.

"Harry! listen to me, Keep your eyes open, okay!" Tom said in his British accent as he counted how many holes were there in the body of the person he was supposed to protect while ignoring the damn ringing phone in his pocket. he hoped the ambulance would arrive soon as the wounds were grave after all they were made with an assault rifle.

While Tom was with Harry behind him 2-3 meters away one could see a crouching lady dressed in winter clothing but with a handgun in one hand and a phone in the other, talking with somebody while taking deep breaths and looking intently at the duo.

'Too much pain dammit!' Harry thought as he gritted his teeth and lay there on the road blinking the tears away. He could not speak due to the blood in his throat and tried to do what the distorted voice said to him.

Yet, the temptation to surrender to exhaustion and close his eyes grew stronger with each passing moment. The allure of escaping the pain and finding solace in sleep became increasingly enticing. Harry was aware of the risk that he might never wake up again once he succumbed to the embrace of slumber. However, the overwhelming weariness consumed him, and he found himself too depleted to care about the potential consequences.

There were 3 bullet wounds in his body, two in his right chest and one in his leg. Blood was pooling around him, causing a cooling sensation to run across his body.

He shivered.

Despite the man's desperate attempts to help Harry, the surrounding chaos overwhelmed Harry's senses. The piercing screams of pain from the man assisting, combined with the cacophony of distant sounds, creating a disorienting buzz that reverberated in his ears. Harry's strength waned with each passing moment, and he struggled to maintain control over his breathing.

Harry's breaths became shallower and more strained as his body succumbed to the severity of his injuries. The last remnants of warmth left his punctured lungs, and a sense of finality washed over him. The flickering embers of life that had fought to endure within his soul gradually faded, marking the end of his journey in this earthly realm.

Harry died...

When the ambulance came through the traffic it was found out that the young man had already died.

Finally, the police arrived, albeit unusually late, to investigate the scene. As they looked into the matter, it became apparent that the incident was a direct consequence of an ongoing war between two distinguished gangs in the area. The confrontation had erupted just moments ago, and its screens continued to unfold in various parts of the city. The late arrival of law enforcement told of the challenges they faced in maintaining order amidst the escalating chaos.

The cops took Tom into custody as they found a handgun on him with several clips and taped the whole road as closed for further investigation. they bagged the wallet of Tom who was deep in his thoughts to care what was happening. the cops also took some other things and left the rest for The forensics as they were wildly busy on the site of the shootings a hundred meters away from where tom and harry were.

As the two police cars departed with Tom in custody, a seemingly inconspicuous black sedan discreetly fell in line behind them. The presence of the sedan went unnoticed amidst the chaotic scene, as traffic congestion and scattered bodies hindered any suspicion. It appeared to be a mere consequence of the blocked road, as the sedan had no alternative route to navigate through. Unbeknownst to those involved, the true intentions and motivations of the occupants within the sedan remained shrouded in mystery.

Standing at the sidelines, amidst the surrounding chaos, the lady who had been crouching behind Tom and Harry observed the scene unfolding before her. Her eyes darted between the departing police cars and the mysterious black sedan, caught in a moment of contemplation.

Silent deliberation hung in the air as the lady weighed her options, her mind grappling with a decision that could have far-reaching consequences. Her expression betrayed a mix of uncertainty and determination as she assessed the unfolding events, considering the next course of action.

The next morning, New York City was engulfed in chaos. The revelation of the mass shootings as gang wars sent shockwaves through the public. To add fuel to the fire, the young man discovered shot on a street during the night was identified as none other than 'Harry Winston Field'. What initially appeared to be a straightforward murder took a sharp turn as soon as his name entered the system. It soon came to light that Harry was the son of the infamous 'William Winston Field,' a highly influential politician.

The following days resembled a grand orchestra, a symphony of divine wrath. Like an enraged bull seeking revenge, William utilized his influential position in the ruling party to ensure that those responsible for the shootings would never be found in this mortal realm again.

Harry Winston Field was renowned for his brilliance, widely regarded as a child prodigy with an estimated IQ surpassing 150. Despite his exceptional intellect, Harry never felt the need to formally take an IQ test. He believed that knowing a fixed numerical mark, symbolizing a limit he couldn't surpass, would only serve to demotivate him. His philosophy stemmed from the belief that acknowledging such a constraint would hinder his drive to continuously strive for improvement. Harry's remarkable mind delved into complex areas of study, particularly in the realms of human biology and novel approaches to computing. He sought to merge these fields, envisioning a unified understanding that pushed the boundaries of knowledge.

However, life proved to be an unrelenting challenge for Harry, as he faced physical limitations that hindered his mobility and restricted his actions. His body's condition prevented him from engaging in activities as freely as others his age, presenting him with constant obstacles. Nevertheless, Harry's dedication to his studies was not solely driven by academic pursuits. It served as a means to address and find solutions to his own personal struggles. Through his scholarly endeavors, Harry sought not only to expand his knowledge but also to overcome the barriers imposed by his physical limitations.

In addition to his physical challenges, Harry experienced the emotional blow of his mother's departure at a young age, leaving him without a maternal figure for support. This early loss had a adverse impact on his mental well-being, forcing him to mature faster than his peers. Furthermore, the absence of his father, who sought solace in work to alleviate his pain, further strained their relationship.

As time passed, Harry's father remarried, accepting another woman as his wife. However, Harry struggled to forge a connection with his father's new partner, leading to further tension within their already stretched relationship.

When Harry turned 18, he made the decision to embark on a journey of independence, venturing out to live on his own while simultaneously pursuing his studies at the university. Although he had the potential to complete his education and graduate early, he chose to allow the newfound peace in his life to extend. He recognized the need to navigate through the complexities of life and find his own path, rather than rushing through academic milestones.

Upon completing his degree, Harry made an intriguing proposition to the university. He expressed his willingness to contribute his knowledge and expertise as a teacher, but with a condition—he sought sponsorship for his innovative projects. Recognizing the value of Harry's ideas and the potential impact they could have, the university eagerly agreed to his proposal.

Over the passing years, Harry found himself growing increasingly distant from almost everyone around him. His exceptional intellect set him apart from his peers, creating a noticeable gap that made it challenging for him to connect on a deeper level. His relationship with his father remained strained due to their previous conflicts and the complexities surrounding their family dynamics. Furthermore, Harry's interactions with others became tinged with a sense of detachment, as he found it difficult to forge meaningful or romantical connections due to various reasons and circumstances.

As time went on, Harry's desperation for a cure intensified, as his physical limitations acted as a barrier on his path to finding a solution. Frustratingly, the cure seemed to elude him at every turn, leaving him feeling helpless and trapped. The weight of his circumstances took a toll on his emotional well-being, causing him to become irritable, restless, and consumed by anger. He felt as though he had reached the end of his rope, with no clear way out.

However, amidst his darkest moments, a ray of light emerged when his cousin, the daughter of his mother's older sister, reached out to him. She extended a heartfelt invitation for Harry to become the godfather of her newborn child. This gesture touched Harry deeply, as it reminded him of the few people who still cared and believed in him. The offer brought a glimmer of hope and purpose into his life, offering him a renewed sense of connection and responsibility.

After careful consideration and agreeing over the phone, Harry decided to accept his cousin's offer and become the godfather of her newborn child. Recognizing the importance of taking a break from his current circumstances, he believed that finding peace and solitude might ignite new inspiration within him. Determined to make the most of this opportunity, Harry swiftly rearranged his busy schedule, creating gaps to accommodate his trip to New York City.

15th Dec'19

08:00 A.M.

Upon arriving at the New York airport, Harry deviated from his original plan to go to his cousin's house and decided to make a detour to the hotel he had booked for a fortnight. Though the price of the hotel seemed exorbitant, Harry's financial situation allowed him to afford such luxury without much concern. He considered it a small indulgence, as he had few other expenses and little to occupy his time.

After harry got out of the taxi, offering the driver goodbye he made his way through the snow-covered sidewalks with his luggage, Harry couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of the wintry scene around him. The white blanket of snow transformed the city into a serene and magical place, with the soft crunching sound accompanying each step he took. But it also bit at him due his physical prowess nonetheless he enjoyed it.

Passersby bundled up in their winter attire, creating a symphony of colorful coats, scarves, against the backdrop of the snow. Despite the chill in the air, there was an air of excitement and anticipation, as if the city was preparing for the upcoming holiday season

As Harry climbed the stairs to the hotel, he felt a slight heaviness in his chest, causing him to grasp for air. The physical exertion of ascending the stairs reminded him of the limitations imposed by his body. His compromised health and restricted mobility made even simple tasks like climbing stairs a challenge.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Harry paused on one of the steps, leaning against the railing for support. He closed his eyes, willing his lungs to expand and contract more efficiently, hoping to ease the discomfort. The realization of his physical limitations often served as a frustrating reminder of the obstacles he faced daily.

With a grumble barely audible, Harry muttered, "Freaking stairs," expressing his annoyance at the physical challenge they presented. He pushed open the heavy rotating glass door, stepping into the elegant and classic atmosphere of the hotel lobby.

As Harry made his way towards the reception desk, he couldn't help but appreciate the attention to detail in the hotel's interior design. The ornate furniture, plush carpets, and tasteful artwork adorned the surroundings, creating a sense of luxury and refinement.

"Welcome to Hotel MAVET, sir. How may I assist you today?" The receptionist greeted Harry with a professional smile as he approached the reception desk.

Harry returned the smile and replied, "Thank you. I have a reservation under the name Harry Winston. I booked a room for a fortnight."

The receptionist swiftly pulled up the reservation on her computer and confirmed, "Yes, Mr. Winston, we have your reservation here. May I have your identification and a credit card for check-in, please?"

Harry handed over his identification and credit card, which the receptionist efficiently processed. As she worked on the check-in procedures, she continued to maintain a polite and professional demeanor.

"Thank you, Mr. Winston. Here is your room key," she said, handing over a card with the room number. "You will be staying in one of our deluxe suites on the ninth floor. It offers a beautiful view of the city skyline. Our concierge will be happy to assist you with any special requests or recommendations during your stay."

Harry nodded appreciatively and replied, "That sounds wonderful. I look forward to it. Could you please provide me with some information about the hotel facilities and services?"

The receptionist gladly obliged and began describing the amenities available to guests, including the on-site restaurant, fitness center, spa, and 24-hour room service. She also provided information about nearby attractions, transportation options, and any current promotions or events happening at the hotel.

Harry listened attentively, taking mental notes of the amenities that piqued his interest. He knew he wanted to make the most of his stay and enjoy all the comforts and experiences the hotel had to offer.

"Thank you for the information." Harry said with a genuine smile.

The receptionist returned his smile and replied, "You're most welcome, Mr. Winston. If you have any further questions or need any assistance during your stay, please don't hesitate to let us know. We want to ensure you have a pleasant and memorable experience."

Harry thanked her once again and made his way towards the elevators.

Stepping into the elevator, Harry was transported to the designated floor. The hallway was quiet, and the hushed ambiance of the hotel continued to envelop him. Unlocking the door to his room, he stepped inside, greeted by a cozy and inviting space adorned with luxurious furnishings and soft lighting.

As he closed the door behind him, Harry took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over him. He knew that during his stay at this hotel, he would have a chance to recharge, gather his thoughts and maybe even explore the city a bit, but he understood with his stats that would be highly unlikely.

TO BE CONTINUED...