The next day arrived and if the morning sun shining at 6 A.M through his blinds wasn't enough to wake Kurt, the alarm sure did.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Hmmm be quiet mr alarm…I don't need to get up early…anymore…zzzzzz." He lazily turned away from the alarm hoping it would stop and turn off but-
BEEP BEEP BEEP
'Grrrr,' he growled, feeling a bottling anger ready to burst.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Would you just shut-" he swung his arm over to the alarm. Fist clenched ready to flatten it but stopped right as he was about to hit it.
BEE- click
Gently turning off that annoying beeping machine, he raised his body and looked at the blinds. Although they were closed, the window just so happened to be in a place where the sun hits hard in the morning.
"Haaaa it's too early for this." Sighing, he tossed the blanket off his waist and swung his legs over the bed.
Scrolling through his phone he tried looking at his old social media accounts but they were all deleted. 'Did they really have to go and delete those?'
"Whatever man," he turned on the radio app and tossed the phone on the bed.
Walking over to the bathroom to freshen up Kurt listened in.
"I am Linda Brown, and this is 'Open News'. We are live at this abandoned house south of the suburbs where we have received information in regard to who the burned body belonged to. The police's forensic team has just informed us that the victim is Vincent Williams. An upper-class citizen as well member of the syndicate."
Kurt stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his shoulders and started getting dressed in a suit.
"We have with us officer Jacobs on the line to give us more information. Over to you officer."
"Thank you, Linda, and yes, we have identified that the victim is indeed Vincent Williams. Although we had trouble at first figuring this out due to the explosion and fire burning the flesh off his body. Even the bones were badly damaged in what we can only suspect was a brutal beatdown."
'Nice,' Kurt smirked, feeling proud of himself.
"Officer Jacobs, can you tell us how you and your team are feeling about these murders because this isn't the first time something like this has happened. With some people even singing the murderers' praises for taking these people off the street."
"Well Linda we at the police force as well as the F.B.I certainly do not condone or approve of these vicious acts. Whether it is one person or a group of them this type of violence will never be recognised as good."
'What a bunch of tools. They're just fuming because their jobs are getting stolen from and now they come off as incompetent.'
He turned off the radio, feeling that listening to it was getting bothersome.
After tying his shoes and putting on his eyepatch he grabbed his phone, wallet and keys then left the apartment.
Kurt forwarded three months' worth of rent to his landlord and texted him to take or throw away what was ever left in his room.
'Here's to a fresh start and new beginnings.' he thought excitedly.
As he reached to unlock his car door he felt a sting in his head. Stumbling one step back while holding a hand on his head he noticed through his reflection that his nose was bleeding.
"What the….where did this come from?" He grabbed a handkerchief from his blazer pocket and wiped his nose. 'Must be because I haven't had breakfast yet or something.'
He got in his car and drove off to the city. While driving the sting in his head started throbbing and it was clear that this was no ordinary headache.
Sweat droplets started pouring from his forehead but he remained focused on the road when suddenly two people, a mother and her child just appeared straight in front of him.
"JESUS!" He tried to swerve out the way and hit the brakes, but it was too late.
When the car stopped, he turned around to check the damage but what he saw made him question his sanity.
"What in the world…."
The mother and child were just fine. In fact they were more than fine as they just continued walking on their way like they never saw him coming.
Kurt tried to take a good look at them, but something seemed weird.
"Are they…. see-through? No no no I'm just in shock, right?" He got out of his car to double check but when he turned towards them, they were gone.
HOONK!
"Hey asshole, get off the damn road! I'm tryna get to work!"
HOONK!
"Sorry about that haha!" Kurt raised his hand in a gesture of an apology. He quickly got back in his car and drove off.
'Ok new plan. Doctor first.'
On the way to the city his condition was not getting any better. The headache-turned-migraine got worse. His nose wouldn't stop bleeding and random people phasing in and out of reality has got him looking paranoid.
Thirty minutes later he finally arrived in the city and parked in front of the doctor's office. When not even two steps out of his car, he fell to his knees grasping at his chest.
'What the hell is wrong with me?! What's going on!?' He started panicking as everything started spinning.
A few concerned people noticed him and went towards him. Even the see-through people came rushing to him but this time he noticed something else about them.
'Wait they can….see me….also what the heck are they wearing? Is that….metal armor?'
Kurt fell forward onto his face and shut his eye. He could hear the thumping in his head and the beating of his heart. Everything just seemed loud, even the people around him.
"Huff! huff! huff! huff!" He started hyperventilating and experiencing sensory over overload. Everything overwhelmed him until-
...…..silence...…..
.
..
"... ey.…. ad." A muffled sound came through.
"Hey….ad….wak…. up!" The sound became a bit clearer.
"Hmm i thought i told you mr alarm to be quiet….zzzzzz." Kurt mumbled finally finding some peace.
"Oh hey I think the lad is awake! Throw some water over this drunk!"
'Wait what?!'
SPLASH
'Gasp!' "Sto-stop it, wait!" Water poured all over Kurt's head as he got hit by what could only be described as a jet stream.
SPLASH SPLASH
"I said that's enough already!" He sprang up his legs and pushed the nearest body he could find hoping the water would stop spraying.
"HAHAHA! Nothing like the good 'ol magic water stream to get the drunk sober 'ey lad! HAHAHA!" An old man in armor showed his palm as a line of water shot out.
"Magic what? Who are you?" Kurt looked at the old man in armor and then looked around. "And where the heck am I!?" Confusion took hold of him.
The old man stared sharply at Kurt and asked, "Still drunk 'ey lad? Need another soak up your noggen?" He pointed his hand up threatening to shoot.
"WAIT NO! I'm fine, I'm fine! I was never drunk in the first place, believe me!" Kurt waved his hands in front of his face.
'I swear if he sprays that "magic water" again I will….'
After staring at each other for a while the old man put his hand down, "Hmm looks to be true. I wonder why the Ms. said that."
"Who said what?"
"Oh nothing, don't worry about it. Tell me lad what are you doing throwing a hissy fit like that in the middle of the market? Make a racket like that and you've disturbed all the businesses 'ey?"
Kurt looked around again and noticed a much livelier crowd than compared to before in all types of attire. Some in rags and others in somewhat decent clothes covered in jewellery. Pigeons and seagulls were flying overhead. In the distance he saw the open sea and ships everywhere. He even saw horses carrying carriages of miscellaneous material with all kinds of food.
'What happened to me? The headaches and heart pain? Where's the doctor's office? Where's the city? Now that I look around these people kind of look like those see-through ones phasing in and out of reality. Have I finally lost it? Am I dead?'
Kurt turned to look at the old man thinking, 'Ask questions later. For now, I need to turn this man's suspicions away from me and judging by how medieval everything looks there's only one thing I can think of to say.'
"Ahem, I just came off the boat." Kurt spouted.
"The boat ye say? A foreigner ey'?" the old man spoke thoughtfully stroking his beard.
"That's right."
"And from where does ye hail from?"
"From over there." Kurt turned around and pointed randomly out at sea.
The old man looked at where he was pointing and after staring for a second his eyebrows shot up in realisation.
"Ohhh from Riverton ay'!? I heard the people over there are a bit nuts, guess you're proof of that hahaha!" The old man stroked his beard while laughing.
A vein bulged on Kurt's forehead as he smiled. Somewhat relieved and annoyed by this old man's misunderstanding.