He opened his pair of eyes and examined sequentially, part by part the room In which he was laid, there was absolute tranquility as though he was In a cementary in which disturbance was prohibited, the walls were painted white, not even a splash of stain was recorded on the for walls.
He felt Glacial like a baby who had been abandoned in an icy bathing tub by nonchalant female who called herself mother.
"I must be dead, perhaps in heaven " he thought, all these feature ms he had noticed depicted heaven, they were Impeccable.but then he thought again" even if I'm dead, I should be in hell and in great pains "...
Ofcourse the boy was right, perhaps not completely wrong. If the words of his pastor, teachers and elderly ones were true, then he must certainly be in hell. He had been told many a time that all sins will not go without punishment, small, medium or big as the case may be..
"the sinner shall be punished on earth and in hell' his pastor would emphasize... Given the fact that he swindled a man of his money, perhaps parts of his money before he was sent to an unknown an unwanted pilgrimage..
He tried To sit up but Was hindered by pains emanating from every parts of his body, he laid back..
"he is awaken daddy! "he heard a young feminine voice as she ran towards an unknown destination.." daddy!!,, did I just hear daddy?? In heaven? "he was confused, it then occurred to him that he was neither in heaven nor he'll.." where the hell am I "he said to himself.
At that instance, he remembered his blood, his his baby brother, he jumped up immediately amid all his pains he walked towards the door, he stood frozen in Trepidation when he saw the family of two, proposed daddy and daughter of his age..
The boy was quite, afraid and immensely perturbed at their sight, he had learned that no homo sapien should be trusted no matter how much generosity with which he approaches.. They all stood in silence for approximately three minutes, it was as if on party was waiting for the other to break the silence.
"A penny for your thought" the girl's father finally said.. Just like a king had given his head slave a freedom to talk freely with an assurance that he wouldnt be reprimanded, the boy spuned like a black mamba "who are you,where am I, what is this place, how did I get here, how long have I been here?" the questions followed one another and he was still looking forward to asking more, his facial Expressions had given him away.
"Easy young man "the good Samaritan demanded," A question at a time, I have got the whole time to answer all your questions"he continued. "maybe you have all the time but I've got no time to spare" the boy gave a riposte...
When he realized 'Mr daddy' wouldn't flinch, he sat on a couch very near to the iron door,he thought in rage "you had better begin" he said aggressively. They deserved his attention, they most certainly had saved him from the public lynch, but he wouldn't admit, he wanted to see his baby brother who had been alone since the atrocity ,,he Hoped for joke's sake he was still alive albeit a pang of skepticism gathered in a coner of his heart, he shunned the pessimistic thoughts.
The smiling father sat as well and his daughter beside him, the magnetic relationship between them was fascinating but the boy was Indifferent as he anticipated eagerly for the the answers to his questions...
Mask Hunter continues.....
