Chapter 3

- Do you want the world to end?

A slight nod assenting to the question.

- Why?

Nothing. Not even a muscle twitched. For a someone new this might mean only one thing.

INSANITY.

This had been asked to him for over 2 months now. Still no reply.

My name is Jack and i am a weird one. As i go on living through the mundane life, this man caught my eye, literally. When he was brought in, his head was hanging and his eyes covered by long bangs of his. When he passed me by, suddenly he looked up into my eyes.

Thats what i meant by - Literally.

Every time i enter his room i think to myself let him not speak. I have grown accustomed to the mystery. He wants the world to end but does mention his reasons. His eyes have no remorse, actually no emotion. Its like they have been burned with all the world has to offer to him.

Its 12th June, 2078 and it's Sunday. My perfect little routine as about to become a tragedy which was a cog inside the giant wheel of events.

-Lets try again. Ok.

No response.

-Why do you want the world to end?

Still no response. Or was there? I thought i saw a vein pop up. I couldn't be sure. So i pressed him.

- What will you get when the world ends?

There it was. There was no mistaking it.

He slowly pulled himself back from the slouch and looked into my eyes.

-- Its YOU!!!

His first words and they sounded ominous to me.

- What do you mean by - "Its YOU!!"?

He continued to stare at me. But it was not aggressive nor passive. It was like he was sympathizing with me or my destiny.

- Please you can trust me!

I tried to be patient. That was the only virtue that i had, though not very useful when you are working for a company that merits resourcefulness in a crunch.

-- I trust YOU. But the others don't.

He held his hands on the table and continued.

--I have been meditating all this long, trying to confuse them. But i am not strong. They know you are here and they are coming. You are too Weak. Too weak.

This hurt me. It pushed a school time memory back to me. I was weak then also. I couldn't help my friends, i couldn't stand up for myself or my family. It was then i realized that i needed to be stronger. Sitting in front of this stranger i felt the same feeling of despair. With all the strength i overcame that and put on a stolid face.

- Who are the Others you are talking about??

With pity in his eyes he said.

-- They are the Future.

-- I am Samson Wurth. You can call me Sam. Above all you should flee this place. Go to Meaner Plains, to the south end. There you will meet someone. A guide. Your destiny, your role in this universe starts there. The beginning will unveil itself.

And with that he smiled as if his purpose lay resolved.

It's ME. The gravity of his words would not set up on me yet. But the whole conversation was captured, tone by tone. Poker face still on, i stood up so to announce that this meeting was over.

-- Don't be late. Leave within 5 hours or else the world will End.

He was serious. I knew his eyes. They had been with me all the time, since we had met. There was no knowing what he talking about. Th Future? Another gang on the street. But what would they need me for. As far as i could tell my job was the least bit interesting. The only thing that i could be proud was the inability to sleep.

The Insomnia. That was when i was most active. The night gave me the thrills and there was no substitute for that. I felt alive in the black chill of the night. But this was all so creepy. I knew i would have to report it to the others.

I had to talk to Jon. He would have some answers.