Johan Adler

The air felt thicker, My breathing became rigid. Fear gripping my heart. Who're you? I yelled again. There was an eerie silence which I tried to escape by screaming, But there was still no response. The sound of footsteps had also stopped. 'He' only took two steps? 

Should I go up? No no, that would be foolish. But can I just leave like this to gather help? What if he tried to light the gas line again? Calling for help will take time. Even in a city like this, It still takes a minimum of 20-30 minutes for police to come. On the other hand, Church is closer, But I don't think they've any combat force, just some helpers. Though Royal Guards, Provided by Kingdom should still be there. Still…even that would take more than ten minutes. Maybe he is about to light the whole pipeline, yes…That would've been the cause of that sharp sound. No…If this is true, I don't have any time to get help. Otherwise, everyone will die. "I will need to handle it myself!"

 I drew in a sharp breath. held it for a while, to calm the pounding in my chest. For a moment, everything slowed, My gaze locking upstairs. My grip tightened on the butchering knife. My palms getting sweaty. Haaaaa! I yelled and rushed upstairs as fast as I could. 'Even if I have to kill today….I won't stop. I am sorry, I can't just run away.'

With a yell, I charged forward, ramming my shoulder into the door of my room. The impact jarred my bones, but I stood up quickly, frantically searching for any signs of the terrorist. 

"AHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed loudly, my voice filled with absolute terror.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" the 'terrorist' screamed back just as loudly, filled with terror as well?

There was something... weird about the terrorist. He was covered in some green, slimy, and gross substance. And that goo was spread all around the room as well, 'NO my books too.' Beneath all that, he looked like a 17-year-old from a wealthy family. But there was one more thing—he was naked. Completely naked.

He stood there, trembling, his Blonde hair plastered to his face by the strange goo, mixing with tears and snot that wouldn't stop flowing. Why is he crying again? Is this guy really a terrorist?

My face twisted in disgust looking at his 'thing', but I still tightened my grip on the knife. Whatever, He still broke into my house, I cannot trust him, no matter how pathetic he looks for a robber….Or what If, this is some weird distraction tactic? No, I'm not falling for it.

"Wait… wait a second," the intruder stammered, his voice trembling as he slowly tried to get up from the goo-filled floor. I raised the knife higher, my grip tightening. BAAM! Just as he attempted to take another step forward, he stumbled and fell face-first with a loud thud, likely spooked by the knife.

"Why're you here?" I shook my knife in the air towards him to scare him, He started crying even harder, Oh Goddess please help me. "Don't cry. Reply first." I declared in an icy cold voice, making him shudder.

"Please…Please listen to me first before killing me!" He said in desperation. He had a look of realization for some reason and He looked surprised for a second scanning my body with his suspicious gaze "Wait, wait….Can you understand me?"

"Huh?" His comment just made the situation more confusing. "Yes…I can, Why do you ask? Are you stoned or something?" yes maybe he's just a random drunkard…..No then who turned on the lamp…..and that cigarette…I looked at him again, scanning his body. What if there is someone else….and this stoner….Maybe he was just caught up in the situation. I stared at the young man with some pity, lowering my knife slightly. This world is just too cruel for wealthy kids, 'they' sell Opium, and cannabis to such children who can afford it. Keep targeting them till they buy it.

The young man looked baffled at my look of pity, keeping his guard up and covering his 'thing' with his hands. 'Am I that scary?'

"My name is Johan Adler…..I don't know where I am, Is this London? It looks like 1920 London, like how it was shown in the movies. Maybe this city is some sort of relic of the old city, But how the fuck did I get her? Can you help me?" he spoke in a panicked, excited haste. 

I was surprised by the terms he was using, this was my first time hearing it. "Huh? No this is Wellington, You're currently in Thornfield Empire!" Now that I look at him clearly, He looks like an Aurelin Empire Noble. "Where are you from?"

His eyes widened, as wide as they could get. His hands started twitching, His breath quickening and getting audible. He had a crazed look and a very creepy smile of dread. "....Are you alright?" I asked worried, getting a few steps closer to him.

"I am from GERMANY!" He spoke laughing like a madman. "Do you know where is it? Do you know it? TELL ME!" he asked, though it was clear he already knew the answer.

I tilted my head with some confusion. 'Is that an Empire beyond the "Sea"?' I shook my head "No, where is it?"

"HAHAHAHAHA" he started laughing even harder "It wasn't a dream, I really got hit by that truck, and it looks like I didn't die" He started staring at me with coldness in his gaze, fists clenching. 'What's wrong with him now, Is he about to attack?' I immediately took a step back, raising my knife back up again.

Without warning, he began crawling toward me with unsettling speed, his expression twisted into a creepy grin that showed his yellow teeth."Are you the evil wizard conspiring against the Kingdom who summoned me? I am just a random guy though, How could I help you? Are you going to awaken my system? Can I choose my skill, pleaseee? I want Necromancy then. In which like you could control an army of shadow soldiers, and spawn them out of your shadow." 

I kicked the creepy man back with my left leg, stopping his advance. "What the hell are you talking about?" 'Is he possessed by something?' As I watched him twitch and mumble to himself. Fear gripped me again. Goddess, help me, please. My eyes stung, getting Moist. I took a deep slow breath, and straightened my back, with a cold expression. 'I can't appear weak.' My fingers started twitching from disgust and anger as he had moved his hand from there. 'Can I punch him?'

To be continued...…..

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