"Sorry Nik, I'll get back to you later. Keep looking for clues okay?" Ben said to Nik as he took out his cellphone from his jacket. Nik gave a thumbs up and moved away from the glass door. Ben looked at his phone, and noticed that the number was unknown. "Now who could this be?" he mumbled. He then quickly answered it.
"Hello? Is this Ben...Detective Ben?" it was a voice of a young lady. Ben seemed to recognise the tone of the voice, but he was totally unsure to whom it belongs. To satisfy his curiousity, Ben replied cooly, "Yes, that's me. And who might I be speaking with?" There was a pause, before the lady continued excitedly, "This is Nana, Ben! Nana...do you remeber me?" Her voice seemed to be shouting from the other end.
"Nana? Nana from the TESL program?" Ben said, rather surprised. Now he remembered that voice's owner. Nana was one of his classmates during his basic trainings in TESL. Before this, all of them in the class were very close with one another. They had loads of funs and troubles together, and they were said to be the strongest group ever in terms of their bonding. Eventhough ten years had passed and most of them had lost contacts with each other, the strong memories they had would never waver. Now that Ben recognised his caller, he suddenly shifted himself into a more casual style of speaking.
"Hey, how are you Nana? It's been years since I last saw you. How'd you come across my number?" Ben asked cheerfully. He could hear Nana giggle before she replied, "I'm doing fine. And I hear you sound pretty good yourself. I just came across your name in the pagers, and decided to try and call up. Guess my instincts are sharp huh?" They laughed.
"So what's up?" Ben continued the conversation. "Where do you live now?" There was another pause. This time it's much longer than before. Weird. Even though the sun gleamed strongly outside, Ben felt a sudden chill rush through his body. What is this feeling? Ben thought to himself. "Nana? Nana? Are you still there?"
Almost in an instant, Nana responded. There was a slight tremble in her voice this time. "Ben, can you meet me up at my place tomorrow? Zatil and Bee would be there as well. I...need to talk to you guys about something. I'll text the address later okay? See you." She suddenly hung up withiut saying goodbye.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
#01: Presenting The Detective
It was his first homicide scene in the area. Ever since he completed TESL, he has always been working way up north of the country. Recently, he had been transferred to Central City for personal reasons and had only just started working for a few days. Detective Ben stared at the disasterous scene in front of him. Blood splattered everywhere, the furnitures' arrangement were tossed upside down and a body lay cold in the middle of the living room. The stench of blood filled up his nostrils as he took a deep breath.
"The man's name was John Elliot, working as a manager of a jewelry store nearby. We believe robbery was the main objective here," explained an officer standing next to Ben. "It's safe to say that the cause of death is from the loss of blood through multiple stabs on the body. We've got a crazy one this time." Ben just nodded. He continued to observe the surrounding closely from where he stood, trying to grasp an image of what had happened in the scene.
Ever since he was young, Ben had a unique sense of observation. He was almost always accurate in deducing a flow of events, just through looking and 'feeling'. Many called his psychic, but normally he would just say it's intuition. After looking around for another minute, Ben called out towards the officer. "Nik, is there any other trace of blood other than here in the living room?"
"Well," replied Officer Nik coolly as he flipped through his notebook. "We did find bloody footprints leading outside the lawn, but something was quite weird about it." This made Ben excited. He had always loved mysteries. "Show me," he asked. Both of them headed inside the large living room, with Nik leading them toward a glass sliding door. As they reached there, Ben observed the floor closely.
"You see," explained Nik. "These footsteps lead towards the lawn, but when we checked outside the blood traced stopped halfway." Nik was now pointing outside towards a neatly cut lawn. Ben was following the footsteps closely, from the floor of the living room towards the grassy area. He was surprised to see that the steps seemed to disappear midway, right in the middle of the lawn. According to Nik's further explanation, there were no possible signs of the steps' owner taking off its shoes or jumping towards the ledge. It was as if the person had floated into mid air.
"Hmm...now that is strange." Ben was about to continue giving his thoughts on the case, when his cellphone rang.
"The man's name was John Elliot, working as a manager of a jewelry store nearby. We believe robbery was the main objective here," explained an officer standing next to Ben. "It's safe to say that the cause of death is from the loss of blood through multiple stabs on the body. We've got a crazy one this time." Ben just nodded. He continued to observe the surrounding closely from where he stood, trying to grasp an image of what had happened in the scene.
Ever since he was young, Ben had a unique sense of observation. He was almost always accurate in deducing a flow of events, just through looking and 'feeling'. Many called his psychic, but normally he would just say it's intuition. After looking around for another minute, Ben called out towards the officer. "Nik, is there any other trace of blood other than here in the living room?"
"Well," replied Officer Nik coolly as he flipped through his notebook. "We did find bloody footprints leading outside the lawn, but something was quite weird about it." This made Ben excited. He had always loved mysteries. "Show me," he asked. Both of them headed inside the large living room, with Nik leading them toward a glass sliding door. As they reached there, Ben observed the floor closely.
"You see," explained Nik. "These footsteps lead towards the lawn, but when we checked outside the blood traced stopped halfway." Nik was now pointing outside towards a neatly cut lawn. Ben was following the footsteps closely, from the floor of the living room towards the grassy area. He was surprised to see that the steps seemed to disappear midway, right in the middle of the lawn. According to Nik's further explanation, there were no possible signs of the steps' owner taking off its shoes or jumping towards the ledge. It was as if the person had floated into mid air.
"Hmm...now that is strange." Ben was about to continue giving his thoughts on the case, when his cellphone rang.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
#00: A Stir Upon A Strange Night
What year it was nobody seemed to care anymore. The modern world had left humans with more important stuff to deal with, only noticing that day had come to an end and night was crawling in slowly. For most of them; there were only today, yesterday and tomorrow. No speacial date to remember, no important time for the future. It seemed like everything was following a cycle, a certain rule. The world was mechanical.
A few though, tried to create important dates on their own. The moment they graduated, or the time they got a child; those who actually cared did count up their own days, their own weeks, their own year. These people who actually cared have a strong bond, strong emotions among themselves. However these people were seen as people disrupting the cycle. Demolishing the balance. And in this modern world, anyone disrupting the balance will pay in the end.
Another night came yet again. The full moon shone brightly, filling the empty park with unnecessary light. The atmosphere seemed calm at first before a young woman came bursting out of the bushes. Her face showed signs of fear and paranoia, and her breath was irregular. As she dashed across the eerie park, she kept glancing at her back as if someone was chasing her. But who? Nobody else seemed to be there.
A few days before this, the woman had went out with her boyfriend. It was like every other regular date, but something looked different about the guy. He seemed a bit nervous and far more reserved than usual. The girl was confused of this throughout the date, and only at the end of it she knew why. The guy had been ready to propose to her; and when he did, she was extremely shocked and delighted. She said yes. That day she had cried happily all night, thinking that she was the happiest woman in the world. "I'm never forgetting this day."
The running woman had came to a halt. Her eyes were wide open in shock and disbelief. In front of her stood a dark cloaked figure of a man, its face covered with a smiling mask. Cold sweat began to run all over the woman's body. Suddenly, she wailed loudly; breaking the silence of the night. "Why? What's wrong with being extremely happy?" she sobbed angrily, glaring at the masked man. "And...what do you mean I have to dissapear?"
The masked man bobbed its head. He took a step closer towards the woman and giggled. "To maintain balance, you have to dissapear," he said in a cold tone as he stretched out his right arm. "Don't worry. You're man had already dissapeared."
Then, the silent night came again. No more wails, no more sobs. The park was also empty as it originally was. Suddenly, a silent whisper seemed to echo among the moving winds. "Who's next? Who's next? Ah...the TESL group."
A few though, tried to create important dates on their own. The moment they graduated, or the time they got a child; those who actually cared did count up their own days, their own weeks, their own year. These people who actually cared have a strong bond, strong emotions among themselves. However these people were seen as people disrupting the cycle. Demolishing the balance. And in this modern world, anyone disrupting the balance will pay in the end.
Another night came yet again. The full moon shone brightly, filling the empty park with unnecessary light. The atmosphere seemed calm at first before a young woman came bursting out of the bushes. Her face showed signs of fear and paranoia, and her breath was irregular. As she dashed across the eerie park, she kept glancing at her back as if someone was chasing her. But who? Nobody else seemed to be there.
A few days before this, the woman had went out with her boyfriend. It was like every other regular date, but something looked different about the guy. He seemed a bit nervous and far more reserved than usual. The girl was confused of this throughout the date, and only at the end of it she knew why. The guy had been ready to propose to her; and when he did, she was extremely shocked and delighted. She said yes. That day she had cried happily all night, thinking that she was the happiest woman in the world. "I'm never forgetting this day."
The running woman had came to a halt. Her eyes were wide open in shock and disbelief. In front of her stood a dark cloaked figure of a man, its face covered with a smiling mask. Cold sweat began to run all over the woman's body. Suddenly, she wailed loudly; breaking the silence of the night. "Why? What's wrong with being extremely happy?" she sobbed angrily, glaring at the masked man. "And...what do you mean I have to dissapear?"
The masked man bobbed its head. He took a step closer towards the woman and giggled. "To maintain balance, you have to dissapear," he said in a cold tone as he stretched out his right arm. "Don't worry. You're man had already dissapeared."
Then, the silent night came again. No more wails, no more sobs. The park was also empty as it originally was. Suddenly, a silent whisper seemed to echo among the moving winds. "Who's next? Who's next? Ah...the TESL group."
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