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The Crossroad of Fates (not sure about the title yet)

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Under the Double Star - Chapter One

Chapter 1

It was a cold rainy day of late November in a small provincial town. The water was pouring down from the dark sky and running through the streets. The storm had caused the electricity to go down in the town, and now it became the kingdom of darkness. Occasionally a lightning would strike illuminating the streets for a split second. One particular lightning showed a man walking in the rain. But when the next one struck the man has already disappeared.

Young ash mauve eyes blinked in confusion behind the window.  A little boy of thirteen put his cup on the table and got closer to the window hoping to see the man again when the next lightning strikes.

“Adrian!” A voice called heard from somewhere in the house. “Adrian!!”

“I’m in the kitchen, Dad!” The boy called back not moving his eyes from the street. After some moments a dark haired man in his late thirties appeared in the doorway holding a candle in his right hand.

“There you are! What are you doing here at this hour? Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?” The man spoke when he saw the fair haired boy standing by the window in an accusing but at the same time relived tone.

“I couldn’t sleep Dad, and then I got thirsty and came to drink some water.” The boy spoke his eyes still fixed on the spot he had seen the stranger. The man smiled to himself knowing too well the reason why his son couldn’t sleep. And it was certainly not because he was afraid of storm. It was exactly the other way around. Adrian was not like the most children. He loved the storm, the lightning, the thunder and was always too excited to sleep whenever there was a chance to admire it.

“I know how much you like watching the storm, and but at least go to your room.” He spoke with a sigh.

“I was going to return to bed when a lightning struck and I saw a man standing in the street, right there.” Adrian said pointing to the place he saw the man. “But when the second lightning struck he was already gone…”

The boy still hasn’t moved his gaze from the outside and was trying to make out something in the darkness of the night. He didn’t see as a hint of fear passed his father’s eyes or how he answered faster than he should have under these circumstances in a forced calm voice.

“It must have been your imagination son. No one in his right mind will ever be out in this weather. Now come, I will take you to your room and we can talk some and if you want I can tell you some more stories.”

“About The Knights of Justice?” The boy asked facing his father.

“Yeah, about the secret organization that punishes those who cannot be punished by the law.” The man answered smiling. Adrian smiled and ran to his father. Together they started walking to his bedroom.

The house was buried in the darkness and as they were crossing the corridor a sudden gust of wind blew out the candle. The older man tensed suddenly and turned to the front door his eyes narrowing.

“Dad, what’s wrong?” The young boy asked noticing how his father has gotten serious all of a sudden. When his father didn’t pay any attention to him, he spoke louder. “Dad!”

The man looked at his son startled.

“What is it, Adrian?”

“What’s wrong, Dad?” He spoke now really worried about his father’s odd behaviour. “You stopped suddenly and...”

“Go to your room.” His father interrupted him.


“Go to your room, Adrian.” He said more sternly.

“But Dad I am worried about you, and you never tell me anything!” Another lightning struck showing boy’s determined face.

“Adrian…”  His felt guilt shot through his body as he into boy’s eyes. His son has never questioned anything he did. Not even when they moved from one place to another during last year. Adrian has changed at least ten schools during that period of time. And yet he had never said a word about it. But now he understood that all this time his son was waiting for him to say something. The man sighed as he knelt in front of the boy, so that he was an eye with him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Adrian, I promise that I will tell you everything tomorrow, but now you must listen to me and go to your room, ok?”

“But you said that you would come my room and…”

“I will come soon; I just need to check something, ok? You don’t need to be afraid.”

“I am not afraid Dad. I am just worried about you.”

The man smiled and hugged the boy close.

“I am sorry… I know that you are not afraid of anything.”

And that was true. It may be strange, but his son was never afraid of anything. Not even when he was a little. It seemed that he didn’t even know what fear meant.

“Dad… If you keep hugging me, I can’t go to my room.”

“I am sorry Adrian.” He said releasing him. “Go…”

The boy turned and went to his room. But before entering he stopped and looked at his father.

“Remember, you promised.”

“I will, I will. And close the door after you.” He smiled and shook his head in amusement as the boy went to his room. As soon as the door closed he stood from his kneeling position on the floor and spoke in a low voice.

“Who’s there?”

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

“I think that you already know the answer, Lawrence.”

“True as it can be. You are the only one I know who will be out in the rain at this weather, Malcolm.” He spat.

“Now now… No need to be that harsh my friend! Why won’t you invite me in? It’s rude to leave a soaked man standing in the corridor…” The uninvited guest spoke, a pout clearly heard in his voice. Lawrence sighed and went into the living room.

“Don’t forget to take off your coat. I don’t want any puddles on my carpet. And I don’t think that it’s right for you to call me your friend. After all, there was no word from you for ten years.”

“As gloomy as ever. You sure haven’t changed at all.” Malcolm spoke taking of his coat and following the host.

“The same goes to you.” He replied lighting a candle and putting it on the journal table. “Take a sit.”

“I was going to do it anyway, no need to order me around.” Malcolm said sitting on the couch. “So, how have you been? I have heard that you have been moving a lot lately.”

“Your information is accurate.” Lawrence spoke while taking a seat opposite to his guest.

“Formal as always. Loosen up man!” Said man replied with a sigh. “So your boy is their target, ne?”

“Adrian has nothing to do with this.” Lawrence said with a glare. The other just chuckled.

“Stop lying to yourself, my friend. Knowing who his parents are, he MUST have a lot to do with this.” Seeing that his companion was silent he continued. “What unique ability he has?”

“He doesn’t have any.”

“Oh… That’s strange. He must have shown it by now.”

“You think I don’t know that? He hasn’t, and that’s why I say that he has nothing to do with this mess!”

“But he was chosen to be organization head’s only daughter’s betrothed, which means the next head, and that surely means something!”

“No one even knows whether she is alive or not!”

“Her body was not found. That alone means that she is alive.”
The room fell silent after that. Lawrence was examining the man sitting in front of him carefully. After some minutes of silence the guest broke the silence not taking it anymore.

“What’s wrong Lawrence?” He spoke kind of irritated. “You are so quiet and serious all of a sudden.”

“Malcolm…” The said man began but stopped short.

“What is it?”

Lawrence took a deep breath and looked him in the eye.

“You are the one responsible for the organization head’s and his family’s death.”

“What are you talking about?!” Malcolm stood swiftly looking at the man with wide eyes.

“That was a statement, Malcolm.” The latter replied calmly. “I know that you are the one. I doubt that there is anyone else who could have done it. And I know that you have always hated him.” The other was about to speak, but was cut off by raising his voice. “Don’t even try denying it, Malcolm! Don’t you even dare!”

The man chuckled darkly and fell back on the couch.

“You were always one of the cleverest men in the organization, weren’t you?” He spoke with a smirk. “But can I ask how you found out.”

“The way you told that his daughter is alive and some other things too.”

“Oh, I see… Would have never thought that it will give me out. I assume you are not going to tell me the ‘some other things’”

“I would rather not.” He paused to think for a moment. “I just don’t understand one thing. Not long after you disappeared ten years ago your wife died and the organization head adopted your son, Daniel, into his family and raised him as his own. During the attack on the organization a year ago he was shot and is still in coma.”

“And what is that you don’t understand?”

“He is your son for Heaven’s sake!”


“You are still asking? You could have at least made sure that he was not severely wound.”

“It’s true.”

“Then why?”

“Simple. I never wanted him in the first place. I really wish I was not drunk that night and he was not born.”

“You can’t say such things about him. He is a wonderful person and everyone loves him! And he is your son! It doesn’t matter if you wanted him or not, he was born and he has the right to live as every human does!!!”

“I can say whatever I want about him. He will be better off dead. I told him that one thing too.”
Lawrence stared at the man in front of him with horror filled eyes.

“You couldn’t have told him that… He was only eight years old when you disappeared! You couldn’t have told something like that to a mere child!”

“Che…  As if I ever care. He’d better learn hearing the truth.”

A lightning struck suddenly adding tension to the whole situation.

“What’s wrong Lawrence? You got silent all of a sudden. Are you finished teaching me morals?”

“Malcolm… I am sorry I never saw that happening. I would have done anything to save my friend.”

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