Emily excuses herself, she drags her feet to wherever her legs took her. She was in deep thought and couldn't find another option than to go save Jones herself.
Emily found herself in the lady's restroom with a flushed face. She twists the tap knob, the running tap worsens the situation by making her remember some memories they shared with Jones on the island.
“He can survive this, I believe him.” she convinced herself with a forced smile. She splashes water on her face, taking a glimpse of those eye bags underneath her eyes. Her shoulders slumped and her troubled heart cease to heed her fearful warnings. “There's no time left. I will go save Jones myself.” Emily remarked, pushing out her chest with her head lifted.
Emily made up her mind.
She takes a step away and a pop-up message made her new cellphone buzz, she had to pause for a minute with her eyes wandering. She staggered when she noticed it was from her pocket, it was her first time using a cellphone so she was so eager to know what made a flatscreen device buzz. She ignorantly tapped the message notification that appeared on the screen.
“Time over!” She read out the text sent to her. Thabong! Thabong! Her heart pounds. She understood that the message was from the men in black without thinking twice.
Her throbbing legs made her lean against the wall. A short video accompanied the message. The video auto-plays without Emily's permission. Her back aggressively hits the wall, her whole body started aching, her hands became weak and the phone slipped out of her hand.
Her heart raced as she stared at a spot. It was so unfortunate that the men in black tossed unconscious Jones into an ocean yet they had the guts to make a video of their silly acts. Jones looked miserable with blood gushing out from head to toe before he was tossed into a deep ocean. The ocean turned red and the body sank…
Are these men human?
A missile shot Emily directly in the heart when she recollects the colorless ocean turning red.
“No! No! This can't be,” Emily yelled, pulling her hair. She paused, breathing heavily. Emily didn't think twice before running out of the hospital.
She phoned the cops for help.
“They…they murdered my lover” Emily cries, reporting to the station. Emily offered the video as proof
“Hmm…this should be that popular Rwan river” The cops whispered.
“Don't you worry Ma'am, we will find your lover soon. Do you perhaps know anyone that could help in this investigation? Perhaps a suspect?”
“No, no one. All I know is that those men are always in a black suit.” Emily responded with a shaky voice.
“It seems you've seen them before this video. Are you perhaps related to them?” The cop said.
“Will you start your investigation or you keep questioning me? Dave Jones, I don't think he can survive this” Emily yelled.
“Ma'am we will need your utmost cooperation. This is also part of our investigation.”
“Ugh…what a waste of time. I will go save him myself.” Emily said, pushing him aside. She later ordered a taxi.
“Ma'am?” The cops' distant voice called but she ignored it.
“Rwan river, please?”Emily ordered, and she boarded a taxi. The taxi sped to the exact river, she paid for his service and surveys around her.
That area appeared to be a butchering workshop with the floor filled with blood. Emily's lips quiver with her mind going wild.
However, the men in black left earlier so there were no traces of those men.
No living being existed there. Emily's legs shiver “Jones!” She yelled from afar, with her watery eyes moving aimlessly.
She wept to call unto Jones but there was no response. She didn't think of turning back or going home, she won't leave until she sets her eyes on Jones.
Her voice begins to crack and she couldn't scream like before, her fainted voice calls continuously until she passed out.
An arm appeared, carrying Emily on his shoulders. He was expecting her to pass out before he could appear. The face cap covering his face makes it difficult to recognize him but his thick lips look familiar.
Who in their right senses puts a face cap on a suit?
He appeared to be a gentleman at first in the suit, he eventually lay her at the subway station. He pulled off his suit exposing his white freshly blood-stained shirt, he uses his suit to cover her up.
He walked away without looking back. The subway noises jerked her, she pants surveying her surrounding like she just had a nightmare. Alas, it wasn't a nightmare. Reality has been destined and no one can change that.
“Jones?”
Emily mumbled to herself, she pulled away the suit and then later clutched it when she perceives the cologne left on it. Her eyes widened “This used to be Jones suit.” Emily murmured, she squinted her eyes.
Her thoughts were blank “What if it was stolen? Is Jones dead?” Questions gave birth to another, she had no one to give answers to her numerous questions. She eventually kept mute to surveying his suit.
Well, she couldn't find something reasonable except for a piece of paper. Emily clutched the paper in her palm, squeezing it. She threw it to the floor with tears streaming from her eyes. “Why did you go, Jones? Why did you leave me in this cruel world?” Emily screamed.
A cold breeze blew her long brown hair alongside the squeezed paper she tossed to the ground. Her watery eyes sight the paper so close to her feet, she grabbed the paper again and was about to throw it when he noticed a written text on it.
Immediately, she wiped her tears “It's a note. He left a note!” Emily's high-pitched voice let out. The note gave her hope. She unfolds the paper, reading out the text written with blood.
“I begged one of their associates to help me send this by the time I'm gone, I have no time left and I'm so sorry. Celine asked them to get rid of me. She works with Lucas. They will come after….” Emily read as tears trickled from her eyes. The text was incomplete. She hurriedly searched the suit pocket but found nothing.
She bursts into tears “Celine…you had this done just to prove you are superior?”
She pants, massaging her temples “This isn't time to weep, Emily. I would ruin everyone related to Jones's murder case. If the cops refuse to hunt them I will get justice in my hands”
“This isn't over yet, Celine.”