Haig
As I expected, the bamboo woman attempted to prick me with her pointed, bamboo hands. It was so dangerous if she could prick me. I am sure that the pointed bamboo hands of hers can inflict some wounds on me, though they do not look sharp in my eyes.
I was doing everything I could to avoid the woman's ardour attacks. She was really determined to prick me somewhere around my body. She was so fast, but there was no one faster than me, because her fastest time was just a warm up for me. She tried to prick me many times. Minutes elapsed, and she is panting right now. Her wet hair and body had turned sweaty. Unlike me, I am still not panting. I know that I cannot be tired easily as a normal human does. I have the capability to not become tired, no matter what kind of fight I am going through.
I am just glad she did not prick me with her sharp and pointed bamboo arm, and that I avoided all of her ardour attacks. She stopped for a while and looked down at the ground, which was full of the dead leaves of huge trees. Maybe she is confused and wondering why she is wasting her time fighting a boy that she doesn't even know. I was wondering why she did not just be friends with me instead of fighting me, despite the fact that she could not prick me with her pointed bamboo hand.
Yet, the fight was not over. The bamboo woman looked straight at me and seemed to want to glue me down. She suddenly attacked me without leaving the spot where she was. I never expected that she could attack me, though she was a meter away from me. It's so cool that her bamboo hands are adjustable.
It was so cool for her, but this time I found it difficult to avoid her bamboo hands because they are quick and adjustable. The bamboo woman pricked me many times. Eventually, I saw her smile because she definitely wounded me on my face, left foot, and left arm after many attempts that she made. The blood that came from my face, foot, and arm is streaming down. I never expected that her bamboo hands would be so sharp.
This bamboo woman is one of those people who rejoices when they see someone suffering as a result of their own pain. But I cannot blame her, because I am also hurting other people, and not just that–I am killing them. There is just a little difference between me and them. I am not rejoicing if I hurt someone, because my conscience is persecuting me for the sin that I committed.
When I thought that it was my end, I remembered that there was another way to fight this woman in an unfair way, like how she fought me. I suddenly teleported towards her back and made my favourite martial arts movement. I jumped higher and kicked the woman on the neck, causing her to bounce off the massive tree and roll down there. I know that she is still alive, just like a thick, old bamboo that needs many attempts before it can be broken. Maybe she is more than just a bamboo, because bamboos swing and bend when the waves come, but this woman does not bend. She can just be broken but may never bend.
I was walking towards the woman when she suddenly pricked me again, but I was still lucky that I avoided it. I was lucky that her bamboo hands had stuck on the huge tree. She tried to remove it, but she could not. Those bamboo hands of hers were so sharp, sharper than any sword, that she stuck it on the huge tree.
It was an opportunity to kill her, so I did not waste this chance. I got the big stone beside her and stroked it on her head. That made a loud blast. Everything but her head had exploded. Instead of feeling guilty because of the crime that I committed, I feel relieved. There are just some wounds that I get from her sharp and pointed bamboo hands.
I tore some parts from the brown shirt of the woman and covered my wounds on my left arm and foot with it. I could not cover that wound on my face because it was near my eyes and I could not see if I should cover it with a torn cloth. So I just wiped the blood on it and let it stop bleeding. I know that my wounds are far from my liver and I am far from death, but they can still make me suffer.
The woman was definitely dead, because even her bamboo hand had come back to its normal condition. Her beautiful face was gone, and even her head, because it had exploded with one stroke of the big and heavy stone.
Maybe Cain had already seen the third person that I needed to kill. He told me that he was giving the spirits of the people that he killed to the powerful spirit that could help him go back to where he came from. But I don't know why he left this woman to me. Her spirit might go away if Cain is not here. Well, I don't need to worry about it now. I was surprised when Cain suddenly appeared in front of me. He was definitely always at the perfect time.
"You're really good, Haig—it's nice to see you finished your mission to this woman," Cain said. "But why do you have so many bruises and what kind of absurdity did you do to this woman?" Cain was appalled when he saw that the face of the woman had been squashed by the big and heavy stone.
"Is not it obvious that we had a fight? That woman pricked me many times with her sharp bamboo hands before she died, and that is why I got these bruises. Because of my anger, that's what I did to her. You were definitely right, and selfish that you did not help me in killing her. Now look at what happened to my face," I replied.
"Have you forgotten about what you told me? Do I need to remind you about what you said that you don't need my help in killing this woman? You should not blame me for what happened to you, because that is your choice, and as you told me before, you are the one who is creating your own destiny. Now look at the destiny that you made."
"There's no use in blaming each other. If you are done with that woman, then can you tell me who's next?"
Afterward, It has been twenty-four hours since I have been here, in a place where I expected to be the third person that I needed to kill. A place that's a bit weird and scary because of the prevailing quietness and emptiness. Though I am wont to live with the quietness, there is something odd that I felt here. It is the emptiness. This time, I am scared for many reasons. It is been two days that I am in the place of nothingness, a place where don't have even a little ant, not even an air, and I was curious if how I could breathe.
A question, "how did I went here?" was messing my brain. What I only remembered is that I am trying to teleport in the place of the third person that I needed to kill in order to get rid from the curse, and I brought myself here. I seemed to failed in controlling myself from transporting, and it brought me in the nothingness. There are only three words that I could say "I was lost," and I don't know how to get back to the real world.
Now I realized, it was my mistake, I was thinking about the void while teleporting from one place to another. At that time, the only thing that I thought was my dream, my dream that until now, I had not got any explanation.
Throughout the twenty hours of being here, there is nothing I discovered. What I only saw is a void. Now, I don't know if what will happen, if I can go back to my world or I will just floating forever in this place where does not have gravity. I want to live a normal life, I want to see my family, and to know what's happening to them right now.
Even the power of hearing cannot help me in this kind of situation. I was thinking if what its reason, but I have a hunch that it was because there is no air here. There is no air here and I was still alive, I was infallible in my hunch that I am not a normal human.
Finally, after a day of doing nothing, there is something came to my brain, something that will surely end this problem. I seemed to be stupid that after a day of being here, I thought about it, but for only now. My hope came back when I realized the way how I got here, because that's also the way to go back. I will make sure that I won't failed this time in transporting to the place where the person that I shall kill lives. Hence, I closed my eyes and teleported towards the place that Cain told me, the place where the third person lives.
Thinking about many things is just normal, but during my transportation to the other place is a different thing and because of that, I was almost lost at the second time. Never expected that the thing will happened to me. I seemed to be a rolling stone, because I was transporting without destination. Dazed and full of terror, but I did not let them conquer. I never opened my eyes and focus on the place where I wanted to go.
Fortunately, I arrived at the exact place, but I was not sure if the third person was really living here. Before making a theory about that person, I must search that person first. I am sure that it will be difficult for me to recognized that person, because there are too many people living here.
I started walking, but I stopped when someone abruptly appeared at my front. A man who's wearing a black robe. He has high nose, hard facial lines, black eyes, and dark eyebrows that seemed to fell down.
"Hey, who are you? Can you stopped blocking on my way?" I asked.
"You are so snobbish Haig, stop pretending that you don't know me, because it's just me and that's just you," he replied.
"I know you, but what are you doing here? Have you found the fourth person that I needed to kill? It's just twenty four hours the we did not saw each other, but there is already a big changed on you."
"Of course!" Cain exclaimed. "How about you? Did you finished your task here? Where is the third person now?"
I did not say anything. Cain looked exultant despite of what's happening. I don't want to lose his pleasure. Wanting to say something, but I found not an accurate word to say, so I sighed.
"Don't tell me that you did not finished your task here..." Cain said.
"That's exactly what I want to convey. I was lost and there is nothing that happened within twenty four hours before I went here. But don't worry, maybe it was not too late to do my task?"
"And what kind of absurdity you did that until now, your task is not done yet. Where did you went and what did you do for over twenty four hours, and you just came here?"
I don't want to tell my failure to Cain. "It is not your business, there is just something wrong that happened. I am just asking you if it was not too late to do my mission, don't go too far from that."
"Of course it is not too late though you wasted your twenty four hours in your own absurdity." He said it again.
"But where is that boy right now? Do we need to waste time in searching for him?" I asked.
"Don't liken me to you, because I am doing what we have acquiesced, that I will the one to search them, and of course it is your task to kill." He pointed his finger onto the black-painted wall and said, "He is behind that wall."
"Yeah, I know that, so what shall I do now? What's the plan?" I asked.
"I already told you if what kind of boy is the person that you need to kill. Now, don't rely on me and make your own plan to kill him, because not in all occasion that I will be there to help you. Don't worry, I know that you don't need my help this time. He's just a boy like you, why won't you challenge him one on one so that..."
What a hermaphrodite! I did not let Cain to finished his words, because I know that he is going to say thousands of sorts, and even though they are far from our topic. I don't if he is really a spirit who was once man, because his mouth is a machine-gun and his words were the bullets. I went towards the wall that's more than thirty meters or higher or equivalent to a house with third floors.
"Don't tell me that you don't know how to get inside," Cain said.
"Of course I know, what I want to know is the things behind this wall,
"Just because of that? I had been thinking that you are so powerful, why won't you use your power to know what is behind that wall?"
"There is only one way to know what is behind, and that is to go there."
"What kind of boy you are, you already dead if you was not always with me, because you are thinking not about the possibilities before making a decision. You are powerful now, what if behind this wall is an inferno and you just get there without knowing. I don't what..."
"Can you stopped talking even in just a seconds?" I asked.
"How can I stopped talking is you are communicating with me?"
"This is the last, don't talk to me again if there is not an important thing that should be say. The people here might think that I was crazy. Nonetheless, our works will be more easier if we focus in it."
"It is my last word: you shall not regret of that decision and you must not implore me again if you want to talk to me because—"