The sky was dark and gloomy, there wasn't a moon hanging by the clouds, not even a tiny star. The clouds turned darker. The mass of dark grey started pressing down, Kent pedaled his bike even harder, not stopping even though his legs were getting tired. Dark grey cotton candies were marching above Kent's head, drips of water dropped on his head. A flash of lightning appeared behind the dark clouds. Ears were deafened by the roar of thunder.
However, he had no time for this. He cycled over the mud, causing the mud to splatter on him. There was still quite a distance to High Ox, but when Kent gets serious on doing something, nothing could stop him. The rain started stabbing the road roughly and violently, seeming like it was going to dig a hole through the road. The drains were filled up in the blink of an eye. Kent continued pedaling on the slippery and wet road. Lightning danced in the sky. The sound of thunder flooding Kent's ears. Kent suddenly pressed the brake and turned around when stopping. Smoke appeared from the road in the rain; Black burnt trails appeared on the wet road. He jumped off his bike, he pressed his satchel against himself, "Reveal yourself..."
*
"Your tips," Cevil handed a whole hundred dollar to the cab driver. "Thank you, thank you!" said the driver hurriedly. Holding the black umbrella, he stepped down the cab cautiously, and walked into Mc Donalds.
"Hey! Darrell!" Cevil greeted. "Hallo Cevil, what made you come so late? We're about to close, by the way, where's Kent and Marco?" Darrell called back.
"Well, I'm just here to get some fries for my dad. That's why Kent isn't here. And for Marco... I think you should know, the news has reported it," Cevil said, ordering a cup of cola meanwhile. Darrell looked puzzled, "I saw the news, but..." Darrell looked around, and gestured Cevil to come closer. Cevil leaned nearer to the counter, and Darrell whispered, "I just saw Marco a day after the news was reported! You don't know how I felt! I thought he was a ghost, but he behaved properly, and I could hear, see and touch him, I don't even know what happened, I don't even know is that my imaginary."
"You sure it's Marco-?" Cevil whispered back. "Of course! Even if he became ashes, I would still recognize him," Darrell said firmly. Cevil thought for a while, "But what if he is someone pretending to be Marco? Or he had the exact same look-"
"Excuse me, can I order..." a customer interrupted them. "Ah, sure, Cevil, I'll get back to you in a second," Darrell said, grabbing his pen and a piece of paper, "You may order now."
Cevil slumped into a chair and waited. He began texting Kent about information whilst waiting for Darrell. It had been a few minutes, but Kent didn't reply, he wasn't even online. Cevil looked up and saw Darrell nodding at him.
"So?" Darrell asked, as Cevil he leant against the counter.
"I said, it might someone who coincidentally who looked alike."
"Confirmed Marco, a hundred percent. How could two people have the exact same look and voice?"
"You spoke to him? About what?"
"I had to deal with the orders."
"Why didn't you ask or say anything to him?
"No."
"Fine, then did you see him wearing a necklace?"
"What necklace?"
"You don't need to know. Just reply."
"About that..." Darrell thought for a while.
A woman knocked the counter with her knuckles, waving some cash in her hands. Darrell understood immediately and began his conversation with her.
Cevil sighed.
He put both his hands in his pockets and started wandering around. He walked past a flowerpot and stopped. Watching Darrell writing things down busily, he bent down and examined the pot with grass and leaves. There was nothing among the leaves, but Cevil recalled that the clue they found said: My favorite place. WITH DIRT. Cevil lifted the heavy pot up, and before he threw it on the floor, he noticed Darrell staring at him, "NO-!" Darrell yelled. It was too late, Cevil threw it on the floor, and the pot smashed into hundreds of tiny pieces. Dirt was all over the floor, Cevil immediately half knelt on the floor, and started looking for a paper in the dirt. "Cevil! Why- did you... break it!" Darrell said, terrified. Cevil was too busy to bother Darrell, but after three minutes of finding, it was shown that there wasn't any paper inside.
The boss marched out from nowhere, "Hmm, you!" he touched his long hairy moustache. "I recognize you! You're the son of- Ah, I remember, Cevil? Aren't you? Although you're Jeffal's son. Your dad is a part of a gangster, it doesn't mean you have the right to destroy stuff in my shop, and you're frightening my customers away. And anyways, he is dead!" the boss growled. Cevil wanted to beat him up, but he quickly calmed himself down, then hurried to the second flowerpot that he caught in his sight. He lifted it up, "You're not going to break it- again, are you...?" Darrell whispered. He let the pot go, and it broke as well. Everyone watched Cevil from one side, curious and puzzled by his behavior.
"The paper! Great!" Cevil shouted out with joy and hurried out of Mc Donalds to find Kent.
"To the gym center High Ox, thank you," Cevil unfolded the paper as he was on his way to find Kent in a cab. Cevil read it in his mind:
I nodded off, when the teacher called me awake, 'What's 9 minus 3 plus 8?'
Cevil folded the paper neatly and kept it in his pocket. "What could this have mean?" he muttered to himself. "It sounds so familiar..." He looked at the environment around him through the window. "Uh- This isn't the way to High Ox; did you get the wrong location?" Cevil asked the driver, leaning forward. The driver stopped driving and turned his head around. The driver had an ugly scar on his cheek. The scar looked like an enormous centipede. "Wrong direction? It's correct," the driver smiled with his mouth wide open, showing his yellow teeth.
Cevil moaned as he felt electric shock him, and before he knew what was happening, he collapsed onto the seat.
Cevil slowly opened his eyes, finding himself lying on the pavement. He was drenched by the downpour, his clothes clinging to him. Dazed and puzzled, he stood up, swaying on his feet, then began wandering along the pavement. It hadn't been a long time until he collapsed and blacked out.