Lacrimosa (4)

I opened my eyes and found myself in the same room. I sat up and saw Albert changing the flowers, then he turned to me.
"You're awake."
He arranged the flowers, then he took the wilted flowers out before he came back and sat down next to me. He touched my face and smiled.
"You look pale," he said. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, tanks," I said with a thin smile.
RIIIING
"Excuse me," he said as he walked away. He took the phone on the table and walked out of the room. I stood up and tidied my hair, then I walked to the toilet.
"Yes, just give me more time. I'll try to make it quick, don't worry."
Suddenly he stopped. I stood at my place, too afraid to move.
"We're being watched, master."
I was totally in lost of words. I knew Albert was watching, but I stood still on my place.
"Of course I will make it quick..."
I stepped back slowly and sat down on the bed, but Albert has opened the door.
"Do you need something, my lady...?"
"No."
"Then, if you don't mind..."
He bowed down to me and smiled.
"Can we go somewhere...?"
I could see something rather wicked in his eyes, but I didn't say anything.
"Where...?"
"You'll see..."
~•~
(ende)
weird? yes, my, thank you!!!! i modified the one from geography lesson into this. (points post)

Green.... GREEEN!!!

Hi, morning people. How's your day?
Last night it rained in here. It's Sep, so according to geography lesson, it should be summer.
But it rained.
Not like I'm protesting~ thanks to my disorder kind, I love the rain more than any other weather conditions, although I'd love to see what snow's like.
My mum's going to Manchester, and according to the weather report, it will be something like 11 degrees.
I'd love to go with her!!!! Worst thing that could happen: coughing blood.
But now we're dealing with these: carbon emissions, deforesting, green house effect, pollution, so on. People are not willing to spend more to save the so-called 'mother earth'.
English teacher gave me a book and told me to 'feel' it. I can, really. But to feel it whole, it takes time. I can kind of suck my whole self in and focus on something, but it takes time. And he told me about e-books and all and all and all...
Why e-books? Because...
I saw 4 boxes (yes, boxes) of WWII books in a bookstore, which is from IWM (my that's the first place I'd go if I ever get a chance to go to London!) but I'm not willing to spend space and... what do you call it... money, yes, to buy all four.
Besides, I'm kind of sure it also talks about Pacific where all they did was shoot.
I can't imagine how many trees they cut for the one whole set. That's why if you're talking about going green, try e-books. Saves trees.
And one day english teacher (still the same with the one above *points) told us to think about how to be green.
Actually it's not my year to deal with that, it's the older year, but when I went home with my neighbour in his BMW, and we talked about how we can be more green. And a brilliant idea, very quickly.
"Hey, instead of bringing those (blasted) heavy books to school, let's just bring iPad. You can download the schoolbooks there, make notes (apple always have this package even at the very beginning, so don't spent 5 dollars to download noteshelf) and open the internet and all..."
"Hey, you can play in the middle of the lesson too!"
"I heard SPH has been using laptops."
"Who told you that? Jelita?" (jelita is derived from a friend's name. a he.)
"Yes. You can bring cables to school and play in the middle of lessons! Just don't be noisy with the mouse."
"NO! It's way too obvious. Just bring bluetooth usb."
Saves paper.
And, at the same time, saves our back from kifosis, and...
yes, costs more electricity but look at the positive sides! i mean, lightweight.
you just need to block facebook from the server.
(write down a proposal!)
No thank you. I'm not good at it.
But humans are...
Sadly, quite greedy.
Don't care about environment and only care about Money.
Btw, I'm doing a writing therapy. To prevent hallucination of the blood-coughing guy...
So! I guess I'll write a lot poems (again) and will only post very great ones~
Happy chicken is...
........
well, happy chicken don't know.

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......................
(what?)
oh, nothing. just feels like it.
(...)
sorry for not asking everyone about my new profile description!
(..........)
what?
(nothing, but mental disorders...?)
oh, that. Yessss! That's what chicken is trying to explain.
(trying to.)
trying to. yes. yes. whatever.
(....)
but let's talk about shadowy first. yes, shadowy isn't english, but i'm using it anyways. ahahahaha~
what updated blogger interface, that's lame.
(ehhh????!)
so, sorry for people either using rss or following manually (and i mean it) for all kind of errors chicken makes.
(...)
and sorry not to mention. all of them haven't went through A SINGLE check.
(i'm...i'm gonna puke)
ehe~
(...)
so, after a few thinking, i decided a few parts of shadowy are actually a bit too weird to be understood, since it's TOTALLY unclear and a bit too long (i think). critiques are welcome. they are. they are. they are.
let's start with...
Fu, yes, of course him.
Fu is the name of a friend I hated sooooooooo much. of course only the 2 first alphabets of his name...
quite a temperamental policeman...
if you don't see it anywhere but in the 1st ch, tell me. as usual, i was 'sleepwriting'. i don't know what i'm writing but i don't really care about the styles and all that...
so, i guess this is something that needs to be fixed.
when he was a kid, he was very much tortured because his dad wanted him to be 'useful' to the crime syndicate, but his body wasn't that strong, you see.... (he fainted just from a headache)...
done with fu. (any other questions, comment down there and i'll try to answer)
(eh??? he's the main chari and that's all?)
then, who else is confusing~
(ehh????)
tracy? tracy is the smartest student at school.
but i hate fu more~
she went to japan (that's where she ran to at the end, after fu told her to) and so she's kinda japanese.... her dad's also a criminal and she was told to date fu so that it will be easier for them to catch him, but she ended up loving him.
done about trace.
(ehhhh???!!!!)
comment for other questions and i'll answer. camelia sinesis or camelia or xiao li is fu's little sis, who survived through their dad's harsh training...
done.
(ehhhhhhhh??????!!!!!!)
darren? just like what he said in checkmate. actually i wanted to talk about it more in rain but i don't think it's necessary...
done.
background: happened around 2009, in hk (my, of course) and then the jap song (i forget where it is) is monokuro no kisu by sid hikaru... criminal syndicate is 14k (you can find it very easily in wiki).
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shoot, i haven't done the english hw about mata hari...
then, now...
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enough explanation for shadow, yes? yes? yes?
yeah, i'm writing this holiday for this fan group, so it's a fanfic...
but this time, i'm doing it in indonesian so it won't be posted.
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mental disorders?
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english teacher may say he didn't read anybody's, but since he stopped for a while at the very front page, he must've noticed something wrong...
at least.
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recently i've been feeling like there's someone following me....
not that i'm protesting, but i can feel this is weird..
.......
(just your imagination...?)
....no way. i can feel him...
(... go check it.)
i don't wanna arouse suspicion.
(but that way...)
....... don't worry. it's just heiderich-san~
(so you're haunted by his spirit...)
kind of, maybe? ahahahahaha~
......
oh, don't worry. i do offer food and drinks to him, but...
will anyone teach me how to kill him?
happy chicken is single and very sad, and is now haunted as well. sigh~

Start(prolouge/1, whatever)

Start

            The little boy sat in the corner of the white room. He had no hair and he was so thin.

            Suddenly the door flew open. A few men, all wearing white, walked in and surrounded him. The boy looked scared, but they didn’t care. One of them grabbed his skinny arm and pulled him away. The boy screamed and struggled in panic.

            “No! No!”

            The man grinned as he pulled the boy away. The boy struggled for a while, then another man grabbed his arm. He then took out a syringe from his pocket and put it into the boy’s arm. He screamed in pain, but then he fell to the man’s arms.

•••

RIIING!

            The man with black hair moved his hand towards the alarm on the bedside table. His hand hit the alarm, but then it suddenly moved away and fell to the ground. It then started to roll away as it rang.

            “So noisy!”

            The man got up from his bed angrily, then he stood up and walked to the rolling alarm clock. He took it, then he threw it down to the marble floor.

            CRASH!

            The alarm was finally off, with its components scattered on the floor. The man panted as he sat down on the floor.

            “What’s the time?”

            He took the broken alarm and looked at it for a while, but the clock no longer had any arms as it was down on the floor. The man threw it down again.

            “This isn’t good! This isn’t funny at all!”

            He stood up and walked to the cherry bedside table, then he took a white iPhone lying on it and looked at it for a while. It was 07:12.

            “Time to get ready.”

            He walked towards a white door near the bed, then he opened it and got in. He entered the room, which had a white bathtub at the corner. There was a toilet next to the bathtub and a sink with a mirror in front of the toilet. The man walked to the mirror, then he looked at himself. Some whiskers have grown above his lips and on his chin,. He walked out of the room, then a few seconds later he came back with a shave and a glass in his hands. There was a red toothbrush and green toothpaste in the glass. He walked to the mirror again, then he started shaving.

            Suddenly some red liquid dripped on the white sink. He put down the shave on the sink as he wiped his chin. He took the toothbrush, then he took the green tube and pressed it, but nothing came out. He pressed it again, but there was still nothing.

            “Damn!”

            He threw down the tube, then he took the toothbrush and started to brush his teeth.

            “This is getting more and more…”

            He turned on the tap on the bathtub, then water started to flow to the tub. He took off his pajamas, then he got into the tub. He pressed a button near the tap, then some water rained down to him. He sat there for a while, then he turned off the tap and stood up. He walked out of the bathroom and slammed the door behind. He then walked to a wooden wardrobe in front of him and opened the door. There were a few black uniforms, green uniforms, and blue uniforms hung inside. There were also some white shirts and pants below the uniforms. He took a black uniform and white boxer shorts, then he wore them and buttoned the uniform.

            “How boring…”
            He opened the brown door, then he walked out of his room. He stopped before a black table and sighed. He then opened the cupboard behind him and took out a red plastic glass with the word ‘Instant Noodles’ on it. He put it on the table, then he tore the top flap with his fingers. He turned back and took a black kettle, then he poured in some water into the glass. He took the fork included inside the glass and pulled the only chair and sat down. He started eating as he took a black Samsung remote near him. He pressed the red button at the right corner, then the television in front of him was on.

            “Good morning, I’m Fiona Yeong, and today, in Newsflash…”

            He listened to the woman with black hair in the TV without any interest.

            “Last night, there was a police operation in the eastern streets…”

            He stopped eating and looked up to the TV. Now there were a few journalists crowding a man with black hair and thick moustache.

            “The operation is to drive away drug traffickers,” she said. “But the operation was a failure, and 5 of 8 policemen were killed.”
            He sighed, then he looked down again and ate again.

            “Chief Officer Jason Zhang promised to send one of his best men…”

            He sighed again and watched the TV again.

            “To quickly drive out the drug traffickers. Currently the policemen in Hong Kong are incapable to…”
            He pressed the red button again, and the TV monitor went dark. He stood up and walked to the brown door just next to the TV.

            “It’s time to go to work.”

•••

            “William!”

            The man opened the door and smiled. Another man with longer hair walked to him and smiled.

            “William!” he called again as William sat down next to him. “How are you?”

            He sighed as he sat down next to William, then he looked away. William looked at the direction he looked at. It was a room with glass window, with a glass door and blinds.

            “I’m fine, but looks like Greg isn’t,” he said. “He was in charge of last night’s ambush.”

            He turned to William and smiled.

            “Coffee?”

            “What do you think you’re doing!”

            The both of them took a sudden breath upon hearing the shout. They looked back to the room and the shout obviously came from inside.

            “You’re dragging our reputation through the mud! Do you want to lose the citizens’ trust?”

            There was a short silence, but then William covered his ears with his hands.

            “If you don’t, then why don’t you do it more seriously!”

            There was another silence, but then another shout from inside could be heard.

            “William Fu!”

            William put down his hands, then he walked to the room and opened the door. The man with long hair watched him, worried. He opened the glass door and saluted.

            “Yes, sir,” he said. He then lowered his hand and walked in. There was a man with brown hair sitting behind a mahogany desk, and he was wearing a white shirt with black tie. He looked pissed with the man with short black hair who was standing in front of him.

            “William!” the man with white shirt shouted. “I want you to go to the place those bastards usually gather in, and kill them all! You understand?”

            William saluted and stepped his left foot to the floor.

            “Yes, sir!”

•••

            2430 hours

            A bald man with pink shirt and white pants entered the room as he lit a cigarette with a match that shaped like a gun. Some smoke came out from the end of the cigarette,

            “You’re late.”

            “Sorry, sorry,” the man said as he pulled a wooden chair and sat down.  Another man with blue shirt appeared and sat in front of him. He was holding a box of Ardath in his hands. He smiled as he took out a lighter that shaped like a can.

            “Where are the rest?” the man with bald hair asked. “Am I the only one who’s late?”

            “Not really,” the man with blue shirt said. “The others are too scared to come after the police’s ambush.”

            The bald man sighed, then he looked around.

            “And our client…?”

            “Should be here soon,” the man with blue shirt said. “And the thing is right there.”

            He pointed to a direction, then a bald man looked to that direction. There was a big cardboard box there, and a few plastics around it. The small plastics were filled with white powders.

            “Interesting,” the bald man said. “I look forward to see the man that ordered it.”

            Suddenly they could hear footsteps. The bald man spitted out his cigarette, then it fell to the floor and he stepped on it. They could see a man wearing a black coat walking towards them, and he was holding a suitcase. The lightning was too dim so that they couldn’t look at his face. He stopped a few steps from them and looked at the both of them. The man with blue shirt smiled.

            “You’re the one who ordered these?”

            “I came in his place,” the mysterious man said. “Can I take my thing, please?”
            He pointed to the box, but then the bald man gave out his hand.

            “Before you take it, the money,” he said. The man looked at him for a while, then he put the suitcase on the table. The bald man opened it and smiled.

            “Good,” he said. “Take your thing.”

            The mysterious man walked past them, to the box. The man with blue shirt took out a cigarette from the box and put it on the table.

            “Get done with your thing and leave,” the bald man said. “You don’t want to be tracked down by the police, don’t you?”

            The man nodded as he took out something from his pocket. He wiped it with his hand, then he pointed it to the two men who wasn’t looking at him.

            “Yeah,” he said with a smile. “I don’t.”

            He turned back and aimed a gun to the bald man, then he pulled the trigger.

            CLICK

            The bald man fell to the table. The man with blue shirt turned to him, but suddenly he fell down to the floor. William put back his gun into his pocket and turned away.

            “I think I should clean up around…”

            He walked to the box, then he looked at it for a while. There were a lot of plastic bags filled with white powder inside. He knelt down and took a plastic bag, then he put it into his pocket.

            “I should get done over this quickly and quietly…”

            He took out a white chalk from his pocket and knelt down beside the two bodies.

            “It’s too bad,” he said. “I’ll keep her waiting pointlessly tonight…”

            He took out his iPhone and tapped it a few times. He then put it back again and started drawing a line near the bald man.

            “You…”

            He turned and saw the man with blue shirt trying to sit up. He smiled to him, then he drew again.

            “You’re still alive,” William said as he continued to draw. “Good.”

            He touched his bleeding chest as he fell down again. William stood up and took out his gun again, then he pointed it to the man.

            “I want to ask something,” he said. “If you want to live a little bit longer, you’d better answer it.”
            The man looked at him in fear and nodded. All he wanted was to stay alive a little bit longer.

            “Who ordered the drug?” William asked. “Just give me the name.”

            The man could feel his tension dropped as he answered.

            “Hans…”

            William smiled, and the man could feel fear went across his body.

            “Hans Hong.”

            William smiled in satisfaction, then he stepped back.

            “Last question,” he said. “Please be truthful.”

            The man could feel fear dominated his body as he nodded. William looked at him for a while, then he sighed.

            “Where’s Darren Fu?”

            The man looked surprised, then he shook his head.

            “I… I can’t tell you that…”

            William sighed, then the man could feel the coldness of metal on his forehead. William smiled as he pulled the trigger.

            “Ding. You’re wrong.”

•••

            “Last night, civilians in the Eastern streets claimed that they heard three shots…”

            The man with black hair watched the woman wearing a purple shirt on the television as he sipped his coffee from a white mug.

            “And this morning, in the basement of Bar Galliano, two men were found dead and there was a box of ecstasy found in there. The men were shot – one on his stomach, the other on his chest and forehead. However…”
            “Morning,” William said as he entered the room. He was wearing his black uniform and he was holding a black coat.

“There was a line of chalk drawn around the men, and some yellow police lines. Looks like this it’s an act done by the police…”
             “What’s on air?” William asked as he sat on his chair. The man kept watching without saying anything.

“And at the same night, a man recognized as Hans Hong was killed in his mansion – he was stabbed on the back…”

“Anthony.”

“Yes, sorry,” the man said as he turned to William. “How’s the mission?”

William put his coat on his desk, then he took out a few things from the pocket.

“Going well,” he said as he yawned. “Ah, I stayed up last night. I wonder if I can do some office work today.”

Anthony leaned down and covered his mouth in amazement. There was a gun, a bag of white powder, and…

“Are those scalps?”

“I think I need to proof to Jason I killed the gang,” he said. “And by the way, there’s one the other who’s not part of the gang. He ordered the drug…”

He pointed the plastic bag.

“I think this will make a good evidence,” he said. “But I didn’t have much time to wrap up things last night, because I needed to track down Hans.”

He looked at Anthony for a while, then he smiled.

“Did you shave your hair?”

The door behind them flew open and a man with brown hair, wearing a white shirt and black tie walked out.

“William!”

William stood up and saluted.

“Yes, sir,” he said. “I brought you all the things I thought I need to…”
            Jason walked to the table and looked at the stuff on it with amazement. He turned to William and smiled.

“Bloody!” he exclaimed. “How’d you do that?”

He turned to a policeman with short black hair who was sitting across the room.

“You see, Greg?” he asked. “Learn from your friend…”

He turned to William in amazement and smiled.

“Amazing!” he said. “You deserve a raise!”

William smiled and shook his head.

“Don’t worry, sir,” he said. “I won’t be here for that long, after all.”

Prepare(2)

Prepare

            William opened the door and walked in. He was holding his black coat and a red box with the word 'KFC' printed on it. He put it on the table and pulled a chair for himself.

            RIIIING

            He touched his breast pocket and took out his iPhone.

            Matthew H calling...

            He pressed the green button and put the phone near his ear as he sat down.

            “Yo, William!”

            William opened the box and took an onion ring, then he sighed.

            “What is it?” he asked. “And more importantly, where are you?”

            “Where am I?” Matthew asked. “I'm in Canton. Still trapped in your apartment?”

            “Yeah, what else,” William said. “And you called me when I'm about to have dinner. Thank you.”

            “Well, sorry,” Matthew said. “I just called you to congratulate your victory...”

            “It's my job as a cop,” William said as he ate the onion ring. “I don't need those.”

            “Oh, really?”

            His eyes became wide upon the sentence. Matthew smiled as he took a cigarette and lit it with his electric match.

            “I know something you may need, bro,” he said. “What do you think?”

            William sighed.

            “Not today,” William said. “I'm kind of tired...”

            Matthew sighed as he put the cigarette in the brown ashtray in front of him.

            “But I'm quite amazed you can get those,” William said. “So...”

            “I don't care, I'll tell you,” Matthew said. “Besides, you're a top man. I think you should know.”

            William sighed again.

            “Whatever.”

            Matthew smiled and poured out all the cigarettes to the table.

            “I heard a team has been sent to hunt down a triad group here,” he said. “Jason may know about it.”

            “I’m not interested in triads,” William said. “I’m only interested in Darren.”

            “Relax, bro,” Matthew said. “You know the 14K Shun has been active in Hong Kong lately, don’t you?”

            “No, I don’t,” William said. “And I thought I told you I’m not interested in triads.”

            “I hope you listen to me well,” Matthew said. “I heard there’s a Fu in there.”

            William felt like his heart stopped, then he looked to the direction he put the phone at.

            “How do you know?”

            “Some skill,” Matthew said. “Although I can’t really guarantee it’s true.”

            Some thoughts quickly crossed his head. He touched his hurting head and put down the phone.

            “When will this be over, dad?”

            “It will be over soon…”

            But at the end it never ends. It keeps following me…

            Just like a shadow.

            “Will?”

            “Sorry,” William said as he took the phone again. “My head hurts...”

            Matthew took a cigarette and put an end on his mouth.

            “You should sleep more,” he said. “Don’t push yourself…”

            “I know,” William said as he stood up. “I’ll catch up with you later…”

            William pressed the red button and put the phone on the table. He opened the door and walked into his room, then he sat down on the bed. He unbuttoned his uniform as he lied down.

            “Damn…” he whispered. “It really hurts…”

            He closed his eyes for a while, then he opened it again. His sight slowly came back to him, but he could still feel the tremendous pain in his head. He stood up and walked frantically towards a white cabinet next to the bed. He opened it and took a small transparent plastic bottle filled with a few yellow and white capsules.

            Suddenly he felt so weak. He fell on his knees as his hand held the bottle tightly, then he felt his head spun. He could feel the cold floor on his cheek…

            And it went dark.

•••

            RIIING

            Anthony walked to the white phone which has a red lamp blinking on it. He took the phone and put it near his ear.

            “Hong Kong Police Department, Division 7, Anthony Wang speaking. May I help you?”

            “It’s me, Anthony,” William said as he sat on the bed. “Tell the boss I’ll be absent.”

            Gregory passed behind Anthony as he held a white mug.

            “But what happened, Will?” Anthony asked. William sighed and shook his head.

            “I think I’m kind of ill,” he said. “My head hurts last night, and it still spins now…”

            William sighed and lied down on his bed.

            “I’ll come when I think I can,” he said. “Tell Jason for me, will you?”

            Anthony sighed and nodded.

            “That’s why you shouldn’t push yourself,” he said. “You don’t have to come today – just have a rest.”

            “Thanks.”

            Anthony put down the phone and sighed again. He turned back and smiled to Gregory.

            “Will’s sick,” he said. “I wonder what happened to him?”
            “Who knows,” Gregory said. “Maybe he’s a bit too tired, that’s all…”

•••

            “The Valium…” (Valium is a medicine that helps one sleep)

            He reached out his hands to the bedside table, but found nothing. He tried to sit up, but his head spun too much so that he fell again.

            “That hurts…”

            He lied down again and looked around. He then saw a bottle on the floor, filled with a few capsules. He sat up again and touched his head, then he put his right foot on the floor, but then he leaned forward and felt the cold floor on his cheek again.

            “Damn…” he whispered. “I really am getting old…”

            He tried to reach the bottle in front of him, but soon his sight became blur. He reached out his hands frantically and felt the bottle rolled off his hand.

            “”Why…”

            It went dark again.

•••

            RIIIIIIIIIIING

            The voice gradually became louder. William opened his eyes and rubbed his hair. His head felt better now, but he still felt dizzy.

            RIIIIIING

            “Coming,” he said as he stood up. He walked out frantically of the room and took the phone on the table. He pressed the green button and yawned.

            “Hello, Will…”

            “Hi, Will,” a voice called. “Who’s this?”

            He smiled and pulled a chair for himself.

            “My little hummingbird,” he said. “Am I right?”

            He walked to the fridge at the corner of the room and opened it. There were a few plastic bottles, canned food, and small Tupperwares.

            “Yes, right,” she said. “I called to the office, but they said you’re absent… I’m a bit worried…”

            William took out a bottle of water and smiled.

            “I had a bit headache, that’s all,” he said. “But it’s fine now. Don’t worry.”

            William put the bottle on the bench top and opened it.

            “Something wrong, Tracy?”

            She looked away and bit her lower lip.

            “Not really,” she said. “But I guess you’re not feeling very well, it’s alright…”

            “Aw, come on,” William said. “I know there’s something…”

            She sighed, then she smiled again.

            “My parents are coming this evening,” she said. “And they said they want to meet you…”

            “Really? I’d love to,” he said. “I can do it, hummingbird.”

            “But I thought you’re not feeling well,” she said. “If that’s so, I’ll tell my parents you’re ill…”

            “My, my, don’t worry about that,” he said. “I’ll show up for sure. Where will you be?”

            “No, don’t force yourself, Will,” she said. “I will tell them you’re not feeling well…”

            “It’s alright,” he said. “Where will you guys be?”

            She looked away to the iPhone sitting next to the phone, then she sighed.

            “In the Duck King restaurant near my house,” she said. “You know that one, don’t you?”

            “Sure,” he said. “You want me to bring something for them?”

            “It’s up to you.”

            He smiled and took the bottle.

            “Then, I will,” he said. “What do they like?”

            “I’m not sure…” she said. “Maybe you can buy them something simple like cookies or cakes, my parents like sweets, too…”

            “Fine then,” he said. “I’ll see you later.”

            He pressed the red button and put down the phone. He sighed and drank some water, then he looked down to himself.

            “I think I’d better go to work,” he said. “I don’t want to be absent this year.”

•••

            “William…”

            Anthony stood up as he saw his friend entered the room. He walked to him and smiled.

            “How do you feel?” he asked. “I thought I told you that you don’t have to come today.”

            “I’m feeling better, thanks…” William said as he walked past Anthony. “So, how’s it going?”

            Anthony sighed and looked away.

            “The boss has been looking for you,” he said. “Better go see him.”

            William looked at the other room which was a few meters away from him, then he nodded. He walked to the door and stopped before it.

            “William reporting in!”

            He opened the door and saluted. The man with brown hair was sitting behind his desk, waiting for him. He had a red cup and white spoon in front of him with the word ‘Haagen-Dazs’ printed on it.

            “I heard you’re sick,” he said as he opened the cup. “Why do you come, anyway?”

            “I felt better, sir,” William said as he lowered his hand. Jason looked at him for a while, then he took the spoon.

            “Close the door.”

            William turned back and closed the door carefully, then he turned back to Jason who was already eating.

            “And sit down, please.”

            He pulled one of the black chairs in front of the table and sat down. Jason looked at him for a while, then he put the spoon on the cup.

            “You did very well in the drug trafficking case,” he said. “Congratulations.”

            “Thank you, sir,” William said. He looked at his boss carefully, then he could read that he was thinking about something.

            “Can I help you with something, sir?” he asked. Jason looked surprised for a moment, then he leaned back to his chair.

            “I just think you need to know,” he said. “From the very beginning when you joined this division, you’ve been looking for the person you call Darren.”

            “Yes, sir,” William said. He could feel his hands tremble nervously, but then he squeezed his trousers.

            “May I ask what he is to you?”

            William felt like his heart stopped, but Jason was still looking at him. He looked down to his hands and slowly shook his head.

            “I’m afraid I can’t tell, sir,” he said. “But may I ask what’s going on?”

            Jason sighed and pushed away his ice cream.

            “Well, of course you don’t know,” he said. “There’s a squad formed to take care of criminal organizations in Hong Kong. Right now, they’re targeting 14K.”

            He stood up and turned back to the window.

            “Do you know what 14K is, William?”

            “14K is the second largest triad organization in the world, its base is in Canton in China, but their operations covered China, Hong Kong, Macau, and US,” William said. “Consisting of 20,000 members, they are responsible for drug-trafficking, arm-trafficking, money-laundering, robbery, kidnapping, murders, prostitution…”
            “That’s very Wikipedia,” he said. “But you’re right.”

            “Are you telling me to kill their members in Hong Kong, sir?” he asked. Jason looked at him, surprised, but then he laughed.

            “What a question,” he said. “No, no. I won’t give you such an impossible mission.”

            “Then what is it, sir?” he asked. “And what does it have to do with the man I’m looking for?”

            “There’s a squad that has been hunting their members in Hong Kong,” he said. “A squad full with elite policemen and policewomen.”

            Jason turned back and smiled.

            “Joining them won’t be a bad idea, right?” he asked. “You’re my best man, I know you’ll be a good help for them.”

            His face then darkened, meaning that he was being serious.

            “But this may get you killed,” he said. “This is just an offer – I’m not forcing you to be there.”

            “I will, sir,” William said. “If that will help to protect our…”
            “No, think about it again,” he said. “You have two days to think, so think wisely.”

            William nodded, then Jason smiled and sat down. He took the spoon and spooned the ice cream again.

            “You may leave,” he said. “Keep this confidential.”

            William stood up and saluted.

            “Sir.”

            He opened the door and walked out, then he closed the door quietly.

            “What is it?”

            “Just showing me more gratitude,” William said as he walked past Gregory. He sighed and looked away.

            “Man, I wish I’m you,” he said. “All kind of top men like you, Will…”
            William suddenly felt something in his breast pocket vibrated. He took out his iPhone and pressed the green button.

            “William here.”

            “Hey, bro, I know someone you can ask,” Matthew said as he stepped on the brake. The car stopped right before the black Audi in front of him.

            “I can ask…?”

            “About that Darren,” he said. “You can track down this Peter Wen…”

            William raised an eyebrow.

            “Wen?”

            “Yes, Wen, Peter Wen,” Matthew said as the traffic lights turned green. “I heard he’s a member of Shun as well.”

            “Are you trying to say that Darren is a Shun?” William asked. “Don’t make me laugh, Matt.”

            “I hope I am,” Matthew said as he stepped on the gas. “I almost can’t believe it myself.”
            William didn’t say anything as Matthew dashed on the road.

            “Thanks.”

            William put back the phone into his breast pocket then he smiled.

            “Gotcha.”

            Gregory looked at his friend for a while, then he smiled.

            “Will…”
            “Ah, it’s nothing,” William said as he turned back. “Do you need something?”

            Gregory looked at him for a while, puzzled, but then he shook his head.

            “I think you looked kind of happy, so…”
            “No, it’s nothing,” William said. “I just heard about an old friend, so…”

            “Your old friend?” Gregory asked as they walked away. “I see, you’ve been trying to track your friend, right?”

            William didn’t say anything until they stopped in front of a desk with a computer on it. William turned back and smiled.

            “I need to look up for something,” he said. “If you or anybody else needs anything, just tell me.”

            Gregory nodded as William pulled a chair for himself. He sat down and pressed a red button at the bottom of the monitor, and the monitor shone brightly. He took the red mouse next to the keyboard and moved it around. He found a picture of a man with yellow hair, aged around 30, and he had a scar on his left cheek. There was a name below it – Peter Wen. He smiled and leaned back to the chair.

            “Things never stop following me, huh…”

•••

            0630 hours

            A white Ferrari stopped in front of the restaurant, then a man in black suit got out of the car and opened the door at the back. A man black long hair, aged around his fifties, stepped down of the car. He was wearing a dark blue Chinese hanfu, then a woman with long black hair and white long dress followed him. She was holding a brown bag in her hands. A girl with ponytail black hair and purple dress followed them later. The man looked back to the two ladies and sighed.

            “Tracy, how many times have I told you not to wear that dress?” he asked. The girl looked down to herself, then she sighed.

            “But it’s a beautiful dress,” she said. The woman smiled and turned to her husband.

            “Dear, don’t say that,” she said. “Don’t you think she looks good?”

            The man turned to the woman for a while. Then he looked away.

            “By the way, let’s get in,” he said. “Is that friend of yours coming?”

            Tracy turned to him, then she looked away.

            “I’m not sure,” she said. “He told me he’s not feeling very well last night…”
            “Then, he’s not coming,” the man cut. “Let’s get in.”

            The woman looked a bit troubled, then she turned to Tracy. But yet she took her mum’s hand and smiled.

            “Let’s get in, ma,” she said. The woman looked at her for a while, then she smiled and nodded.

            “Ah, Mr. Lin…”

            The two ladies entered the room and saw the old man being greeted by a young man with red vest and white shirt. It was obvious that the young man is a waiter.

            “What?” the old man asked impatiently. “I’m here to take my family to eat, not to chat with you…”

            “I know, sir,” he said. “A table has been reserved for you…”

            He looked surprised, but then he looked away.

            “I really don’t have time to chat with you,” he said. “I don’t reserve any, so…”

            “Please, follow me, sir,” he said. The old man turned back to the two women, then he sighed and followed the waiter. The four of them walked together and arrived at a small room with a table with four seats inside. William was inside, wearing a black suit, and there was a box in front of him.

            “And you are…?”

            William stood up and bowed down.

            “William, sir,” he said. “Nice to meet you.”
            Tracy smiled upon seeing her friend, but the old man looked troubled. The woman turned to him, then she sighed.

            “Dear, don’t look at him like that,” she said. “You’re scaring him.”

            William stood up and pulled a chair as the old man kept looking at him. He then sighed and sat on the seat William just pulled. William smiled and walked to the two other seats on the other side – one at the time, and the ladies sat down. William sat in front of Tracy as a waiter gave out three menu books. The lady in the white dress quickly opened it and smiled to William.

            “What would you like to eat, William?” she asked. William shook his head and smiled.

            “I’ll just eat what you eat…”
            “One roasted duck,” the old man said as he put down the menu. The lady looked troubled, and she looked at the old man sharply. Tracy smiled upon her parents’ behaviour, then she turned to William.

            “Are you feeling well?” she asked. “Haven’t I told you that you don’t have to come if you’re not feeling well…”
            “I’m feeling fine,” William said. “Don’t worry about me.”

            She noticed the box in front of William, then she smiled.

            “Steamed bun…?”

            “I hope you like it,” he said. Tracy smiled and nodded.

            “That will be all,” the old man said, distracting the two. “Make it quick…”

            William looked out of the room and saw a man with yellow hair and white suit walking past the room. He quickly remembered something.

            “Peter Wen…”
            “Sorry, sir,” he said. “I think I need to go to the restroom…”
            “Go ahead,” the old man said coldly. William smiled and stood up, then he walked out of the room.

            “Peter Wen…”

            He looked around and saw the man hurried to somewhere. He followed the man who led him to the electrical room. He walked in, then William opened the door and walked in.

            “This is a place where only employees are supposed to enter…”

            William ducked, then a bullet hit the door next to him. He took out a gun from his pocket and hid behind a shelf.

            “This is a situation where I can’t shoot as I want, or I’ll make this fight obvious…”

            “William! You’re looking for your father, aren’t you?”           

            “What do you know!” William shouted. “Like you care about that!”

            He stepped out of the shelf, then he felt something painful on his chest. He knelt down and held his chest.

            “Why are you here, kid?”

            William panted as he stood up. He looked around him – there were a lot of cables around.

            “If I can shoot one of the master power…”

            “Trying to run, kid?”

            William ducked again and the bullet hit his left shoulder. He held it tight and looked around.

            “Why are you here, kid?” the voice asked. “Answer me!”

            William didn’t say anything as he held his gun even tighter.

            “You’re here to kill your father, am I right?”

            William quickly got out and shot wildly. He could hear the bullets hit some things, and clanked, then he hid behind a shelf again. He reloaded his gun and looked out, but he quickly put his head in as a bullet flew through the air next to his head.

            “Shoot…”

            He could hear footsteps getting louder, then he smiled and took a cable next to him. He looked at it for a while, then he shot the cable and it broke off.

•••

            “What?”

            “Ow!”

            A waitress fell on the floor, and spilled the hot tea in the tray. She quickly sat up and looked around.

            “A blackout?”

            “Geez, how lame,” the old man said. “A blackout at this times?”

            Tracy looked around her, worried. A waiter walked to them and bowed down.

            “We’re sorry for the inconvenience,” he said. “There has been a sudden blackout…”

            “What’s going on?” the woman asked. “Aren’t there generators?”

            “There are, ma’am, but some customers claimed to have heard some shooting…”

            “Shooting?”

            “Please don’t be afraid,” he said. “We’ve called the police, and…”

            “Ok, let’s get out of here,” the old man said. Tracy stood up and turned to the waiter.

            “But my friend…”

            “We’ll try to get him out safely, miss,” he said. “But right now…”
            “He’s a police, he has to know how to protect himself,” the old man cut. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
            The woman nodded, then she turned to her daughter as she stood up. Tracy sighed and nodded, then she looked away.

            “Will…”

•••

            William stood up and tried to run, but he tripped over as he stepped on a cable.

            “Don’t even think to run, kid.”

            William turned back and saw the man standing behind him. He turned his body and shot the man. The bullet hit his chest, but he grinned instead.

            “You seriously think I’ve come without any preparations?”

            William sighed and threw away his gun, then he stood up and ran towards the man.

            “You…”

            He unbuttoned his suit and took out a ball, then he threw it down at the floor. A thick smoke appeared between them, then William ran away as he covered his eyes. They felt painful as the smoke entered his eyes.

            “Don’t ever think…”

            He could feel something painful in his shoulder, then he quickly held it with a hand. He turned back and leaned back on another shelf. He aimed his gun to the front and pulled the trigger.

            “Ow!”

            The smoke started to dissolve as William stood up. He smiled and looked at the man lying below him, who was in agony. He held his stomach and groaned.

            “Don’t ever think to what?”

            William could feel something in him so excited, then he smiled and stepped back. He aimed his gun to Peter’s head in satisfaction.

            “Now then,” he said. “One question before you die. Answer it correctly.”

            Peter looked up to William, his eyes full with agony.

            “What?”

            “Where is Darren Fu?” William asked. “Answer it correctly and truthfully.”

            Peter held his stomach for a while, then he sighed and looked up to William. He could feel something went across his body and paralyzed him.

            “Tell me.”

            Peter could feel himself being hung in the middle of two choices – he felt troubled. But then he grinned and looked down again.

            Everything they did on that night. He remembered it.

            “Shoot me,” he said. “I deserve it.”

            William looked at him for a while, then he stepped on his head and smiled.

            “Ding. You’re wrong.”

Group(3)

Group

            “Morning.”

            Anthony turned to the door as he yawned. William walked to the coffee machine and pressed a few buttons.

            “Where were you last night?” Anthony asked. “I tried to contact you, but you didn't...”

            “I slept earlier last night, sorry,” William answered as he took a white mug. Anthony sighed and looked away.

            “Are you alright?” he asked. “You were shot on the chest, weren't you.”

            “I'm fine,” William said. “Thanks for your concern.”

            Some coffee filled the mug as William heard some people talking in the corner of the room. He turned to the voices and saw a few men and a girl, sitting around the table, chattering and laughing. The girl who had black hair, turned to him and smiled.

            “So you must be William.”

            William didn't say anything as she stood up and walked to him. A man with brown hair and square glasses pushed in his glasses and shook his head.

            “My, my, Rebecca,” he said. “Don't be too unfriendly, okay?”

            The girl—the so called Rebecca, turned to him and sighed.

            “Seriously, you should learn how to socialize, Robert,” she said. “Now that he'll be in our team, let me find out if what I heard about him is true...”

            She turned to William and smiled. William took his mug and sipped a bit of his coffee. She looked at him, surprised, then she sighed and looked at the bowl of sugar and cream next to the coffee machine.

            “Can't you add something into that bitter coffee...?”

            “I don't care,” he said. “Coffee is always good in any ways I drink it.”

            She looked at him for a while, then something inside her felt thrilled. What an interesting man, she thought.

            “Now then,” she said as she leaned back to the wall. “You were involved in last night's shooting, right?”

            William didn't answer as he walked to the men sitting at the corner. Rebecca looked at him as she felt something went up to her head, then she looked away.

            “Are you the squad that hunts down the criminal gang?” he asked. “Nice to meet you.”

            The man with glasses looked at him for a while, shy, but then another man with muscular body stood up and walked to him. He was taller than William, so William had to look up to him.

            “Adrian Ming, nice to meet you,” he said. “You must be William Fu, right?”

            “Yes, right,” William answered. Another man with thick moustache walked to him and gave out his hand.

            “We’ve heard a lot about you,” he said. “Welcome to the team. I’m Daniel Zhou, nice to meet you.”

            Suddenly they could hear a door flew open. William turned back and saw Jason walked out of his office. He turned to them and smiled.

            “Come in, come in,” he said. “Let me explain, Will.”

•••

            RIIIING

            “William here,” William said as he put the phone near his ear. “Who’s speaking?”

            “It’s me, bro,” a voice said. “How is it going?”

            “Well, as you see…” William said. “I don’t get anything from him.”

            Matthew laughed out loud, then he put down his plastic bottle. He turned off the radio sitting next to him and smiled.

            “Tough people, is it not?”

            William sighed, then he turned back and saw his friends were all eating lunch. He turned back to the phone and smiled.

            “Anything new?”

            “Well, a lot…” Matthew said with a smile. “But now that you’re bound to that squad, I can’t tell.”

            William felt like his heart stopped, then he coughed a few times.

            “How do you know…?”

            “Oh, so that’s true?” Matthew asked. He then laughed and drank some water again.            

            “It’s obvious, maybe that’s how I know.”

            William sighed and looked back. Rebecca was washing her hands, while the guys were still chatting or eating.

            “Tell me everything you know.”

            Matthew put down the glass and grinned. He sighed again and looked away. A girl with brown hair and pink tennis dress was walking to him.            

            “Oh, about that,” Matthew said. “How about I say the bar in Shanghai Road?”

            “You seriously think there’s only a bar there?” William asked. “There’s quite a lot, you know…”

            “The ones down the alley,” Matthew said. “The one with a lot of sexy girls…”

            “Stop that,” William said. “They should be responsible for prostitution…”

            “Happy looking, then,” Matthew said. “I’m quite sure there’s someone you can ask down there…”

            “Why don’t you go in my place,” William said. “Because I really don’t know where these people are going…”

            “William!”

            “A minute!” he shouted back. He turned back to the phone and sighed.

            “Give me a name.”
            “I don’t think I know anybody there,” Matthew said. “You should go there, with your team. Reconsidering that you guys have more brains and muscle…”

            “William!”

            “Whatever,” William said. “But if I get nothing from it, you won’t escape.”

            He pressed the red button and put back the phone into his pocket. He turned back and walked to the rest of the team, and Rebecca was standing there with a sour face.

            “Who is it?” she asked. “Your girl?”

            “She’s not kind enough to call me at this hour,” William said. “Briefing, now?”

            “Not really,” she said. “To be honest, we don’t really know how to start, because you see, there are a heck lot of them…”

            “I have to admit that,” William said. “But the best right now is…”

            “By the way, I heard that you’re looking for a man called Darren or whatever,” she cut. “Is he a member?”

            William didn’t answer as he kept walking. Rebecca looked at him for a while, then she looked away and made a sour face.

            “Ok, you don’t have to tell if you don’t want to,” she said. “I’m just curious, that’s all.”

            William looked at her for a while, then he looked away.

            “Not really,” he said. “Actually, I don’t mind to tell you.”

            “Then why don’t you tell me?” Rebecca asked. “Because you don’t know me very well yet, and you’re afraid I might tell someone?”

            “Oh, that’s not true,” William said. “Although I do suspect people I met for the first time.”

            “Is that why?” she asked. “Geez, how cautious can you be? We’re both polices.”

            “My experience told me to be cautious,” he said. “Sometimes, it’s best not to trust anyone but yourself.”

•••

            “Looks like it’s a good decision to sell some information about the old man…”

            The man with blonde hair pressed the cigarette to the metal astray that shaped like a star that sat on the black round table. There were a few girls around him, wearing short dresses and drinking cocktails. The room has dim lightning and there was a strong smell of alcohol.

            “What do you think?”

            A girl with long black hair looked up to him, then she giggled. The other girls giggled, too, then one of them sat up.

            “That’s right, Bernard,” she said as she touched her long hair. “This is getting very interesting…”

            He took out another cigarette from the box with the word Marlboro printed on it as he saw a silhouette getting bigger.

            “Whoa, it’s you.”

            He put down the cigarette, then he stood up from his green cushion and walked to the silhouette.

            “Are you feeling well, Camelia?” he asked. He stopped just before the girl with a small bun on the back on her head. She was wearing a black cheongsam and she looked pale. She nodded, then she looked up to the man.

            “Is William coming, then…?”

            He looked at her for a while, then he touched her cheek gently and smiled.

            “Of course he is, Camelia,” he said. “After all, he’s after us.”