Ograhon

The years passed by, and people’s lives are moving in the future even with the advanced technology in hand. Not everyone is blessed. There is still unrest lurking in the corners of the night. While every detective and police station has upgraded with new equipment, the ones in the dark are also upgraded to kill. The only question is, which is the right side? In the middle of the confusion, a masked assassin rises over dropping bodies in his path. The only difference, he murders criminals masked under the painting of the society elites. The question is. Where does it end?

The masked man cleans the handle of the knife and throws it into the dumpster. The masked man plans to kill the man, but luck is in his favor. The target comes into the place alone, looking scared and fidgety. The masked man stabs the man with a knife, leaving him with fear and tears. The masked man takes one last look at the dead body before moving towards the dumpster. He drops the knife on the ground, puts gloves on the ground, and pats the cat on his shoulder. He removes his mask and puts it on the ground close to the knife, leaving the scene in darkness.

100 Faces

“It is because we are different, nothing else. They are scared of what unknown we can do. They know we can do and cannot rest until they know what we cannot.” There is a silence in the middle of them. 


“What do you think will happen when we do know the extent of what these things can do?” Blythe scoffs and turns to face Ralph. 


That question was good enough for him to pause his game. “I mean it; this is the problem with new inventions. This thing is supposed to be revolutionary and help us with the upgrade of our lives.” 


He slapped his knee, which made a ‘tang’ sound, indicating a bionic leg underneath the trousers. 


“However, I am still the unknown in the eyes of my colleagues. We are different; let’s face it, there is nothing to fight there.” Ralph made his words clear. 


Chapter 17 (pt-2)