Chapter 2: CHAPTER I

The shriek of the cicadas was like a melody. My fingers move in every sizzle, delicately and smoothly like I was playing piano in front of a thousand audience. It was lowly audible, but having it beat to the cicadas’ melodic voice was enough.

It wasn’t long before I thought of something grandiose like I was playing a beautiful and mind-breaking play of piano.

It was a misguided delusion, but I found myself comfortable with it.

Delusions were like a laid-out future, but without a foundation, it was nothing but an illusion. And yet, I was fine with that. Pushing random piano tiles to create a melody was fun, but that was entirely the opposite of playing complicated notes.

Passion is more of a beginner’s greatest will. It is only a feeling for the first time. Whether it is really passion is what the beginner will ascertain during the beginner’s learning phase.

It could be that the person found out that they never approached what he or she was passionate about seriously during the learning phase. That means that the will of the person is manipulated, leading to a loss of interest or dislike towards it.

It may depend on the opportunity for engagement throughout the learning process. The challenge may incline this person’s passion in both ways. Whatsoever, a person’s will is the greatest effect on the person’s success in the challenges.

The truth was that I was tuned in between my reality and imagination. I never wanted to reach anything, but I always looked at myself as doing anything amazing. The feeling was surreal—and in actuality—foolish, but I loved every moment of them.

“Sniff… hicc…” Of all the sounds present within the vicinity, my hearing switches on this audible yet feeble and contained cry. It was then followed by a snot being pulled back towards the inside of the nose, and the cycle repeated. The pitch of the noise was of a girl.

It was the least of all things I would expect towards this place but I don’t really have much to say about that.

People need to cope with their stress and this type of example removes the stress from the mind and clears any stress like a cloud getting blown over by a strong gust of wind.

If I had to interfere, then I might be trampling over a person’s moment of change or rehabilitation. Not like I had any thoughts of doing any but opening a topic towards this issue is a good way to prepare my thoughts about it.

I tidy the lapels of my clothes and pass by the door while looking at the nostalgic and eye-searing scenery. Evidently, my stroll outpaced my current speed without a minute passing by. 

Actually… I wasn’t supposed to be here. 

It wasn’t that vivid to common sense because my presence in this institution was screaming that I was lacking in the department of common sense. 

Common sense wasn’t going to be of assistance anyway.  

The administration office was set up after two connected buildings which were tantamount to how absurd this place was. In fact, even within the given range of knowledge, a hike of a journey towards reaching a single room is beyond my understanding and needs to be called out. 

Places like this tend to be grounded in nature but the trends about the structure may have changed. Nevertheless, reaching a state of conformity is better than questioning the rights of the chief director’s idea.  

Five minutes passed by.

The designated room with the administrative office plastered on top of the door was right in front of my worn-out body. Without much to do, the door blocking my view revealed a silhouette of a person behind it.

The curtains curtailed sight and so was light but there were fluorescent lamps on the ceilings—which haven’t been turned on. 

This person seemingly looks at me as if inspecting me from a whole different perspective without letting out a voice. 

“Feller Mirc.” Roughly said. 

And by the sound of him, a sense of professionality is delicately worn projecting a threatening attitude. Furthermore, this demeanor is calling out to me as if stopping me from goofing around.

“Yes, sir!” Attentively, I responded with as much formality as his. 

I walked closer and stood straight with both of my arms behind my back. 

Much to my surprise, a small yet vivid snicker smothered his decrepit face. “We haven’t talked in a while, haven’t we? Heh. Nothing really beats an old fashion trick up a man’s sleeve… You’d be one of the many to attest to that.”

His chair rotates as he continues talking, “I’ll tell you one thing, kid. Anyone looking at you can tell you don’t know anything at all about what we do. We align ourselves towards whatever this work entails. Contributing towards society? Get on with the age, kid. The world’s too large for shitty dreams like that.”

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A fiery urge ran through the top of my mind, commanding me to put my anger out at the top of my lungs.

I sternly stare at him, cursing him from the bottom of my heart. “Meet your end of the bargain.”

“At the end of the day, recognitions are just easily replaceable memories and money will always be government material. We don’t own anything but our sense of ego. We work with such a brainwashed mindset for a career of our liking, only to be met with this sense of feeling… this emptiness.”

“Does it really matter?” 

“—Always. Humans are species with a heart and mind. The heart that encompasses the philosophical nature of them and the mind that supports your heart with logic.” He points at me, angrily with a hint of frustration. “Don’t mess with us!”

What a load of crap. 

I smiled. “Strong words but I will have it one way or another. The mark of our achievement is greater than you think. People may forget you, but what you have changed and innovated will continue to prosper under your name. You talk too much for someone who can claim based on your experiences. Don’t compare everyone around you, most people aren’t easily tainted by temptations such as you.”

I turned around and said, “But don’t worry… Your failure and downfall will be stepping stones toward our goal. We will make sure that your name will make its way toward the people of Germany.”

“Screw you! You really know nothing at all. Nothing! You’re too young to be spouting shit.”

“Make sure you finish it by tomorrow.” I leave the room post-haste.

As I made my way outside the building, the burden on my back fades away like the clouds above the sky. 

The scenery from the sky triggered the unfathomable future that lay down towards a person like me, a future that tried to destroy another.

There wasn’t a choice to stop… only a time to look back on the past.

I started blowing some smoke near a window with the scenery of the building on full display. 

Nothing really beats a good smoke.

Macro Incorporation is subject to liquidation. 

After the second world war, it was founded by Heinz Gelbert in 1948 for the sole purpose of unifying the lands of Germany. It first started with crooked dealings until the design for their plans was realized. 

All of the plans were unfurled beneath the scenes, playing a major part in different incidents including the involvement of terrorists. 

Illegal arms trafficking. Minor trafficking. Illicit back deals. 

There is more to them than meets the eye.

Unfortunately for them, the backers they had for decades have flown away from hell and unto another one. And I bet this isn’t going to be the last of them… this is just another pebblestone removed from the corner. 

There’ll be replacements soon enough. 

It is a shitty world but that’s how it is. I can only keep on playing until the option to retry ceases to exist. 

My pocket causes vibrations that run through my body, I pick my phone up. “The preparations are complete.”

I blew another smoke and threw the cigarette out the window. 

“Leave no man alive,” I ordered before putting the phone away.  

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