Mystical Academy: The Mystery of the World

I did not hopped out from my bike though I was already in front of our house. I felt something unusual around the house. The car on the garage is sitting perfectly and looks like nothing is wrong. But my chest is heavy and I don't know why. However, the plants on the garden are groaning in pain, saying goodbyes to their life. I know it is unusual but I can hear them. The plans are dying so, I put my helmet on the side mirror and run to the plants like a ghost that nobody can hear as I enter.

I put my palm on the grounds as a warm-chill sensation runs through my fingers to the ground. I stopped, where my heart almost jumped when the glasses are breaking and another upcoming breaking inside. My chest palpitates, holding my breath afraid to get caught. I stood and peek on the open window in front of me.

My eyes dilated when I saw two males in black outfit holding guns and knives. They are looking for something inside, or worse looking for someone. Deep inside me I know what they wanted and it was me. I saw blood around, on the wooden tiles floor and on the wall but there's no body of Mr. Canfield. He might be safe for now. He's a genius...He's an aspie and he is normal to genius, but not normal like others (He's a genius but he is an aspie)

I look up to see George who signed me to leave as he dropped my backpack. I caught it and run. It is the only way to save his life and to save mine, for a moment.

"She's here!" I heard one of them shouts.

I had reach my bike, kicking the engine and put my helmet on and drove my bike fast. The clouds seems so heavy and dark. The breeze feels thick and chilling, like there will be a downfall any minute. Since yesterday, there's lightning and tonight will rain.

Woosh! The tires shrill on the cemented rough roadway. Good thing that I just refill my tank full. But let's not think of that. I should think on how to escape from them. I was already out of the town in few minutes and it already started raining hard and I am already sulking wet while running away. and the way that I am running is wet and it started raining hard.

"F—ing assholes!" I murmur as I glance on my rear mirror.

They are just behind me and the man on the passenger seat had open the window pulling out a gun pointing it directly to me.

"Shit!" I can't help but to cuss on this moment. I smirked when I saw two pathways, so I turn to the left and drove fast.

My location is two miles away already from our town. It wasn't a good sign though.

The water on the road splashes that make a Weeesshhh-ing sound.

The car behind me is fast catching me up. I squeeze forward the handle of my bike though the cold rain and wind is hitting me hard. The sky rumbles madly with a scary lightning. Now, seems they won't stop until they catch me. Even though the nature is against them, they are pursued to kill me.

I am losing hope that this might be my end for the very long time that I am running from death. But I had survived at first and I believe that I will survive on this too.

The old wet vacuous road is leading me to nowhere. There are only two things that my destiny would be. Death and Living.

I glanced at my rear mirror to see them getting nearer. I don't know their identities but I know one thing...they know who I am and they wanted me dead. Well, I decided to play along with them. But how the hell they know that I was still alive? Okay, that would be new but I have to find out.

There is only way to find it out. To go back to my tragic past would be kind of, cool. I had planned it for two years and I had mastered it with George. He told me a lot of things about an aspie or a person who has an Asperger's syndrome. Then he enrolled me on the University where he works as a part-timer. He trained me to be an aspie for me to be having a new personality.

He trained me to my control every emotions, happiness, surprised, remorse, sadness, anger… and mostly to never give attention to other people's business. To be alert and ready for anything that will happen. Just like a soldier.

Being an aspie who is all emotionless; who do not get mad, furious and even happy. They do not smile. They are all monotonous all the time. They don't feel anything because their logic explains it on their mind first why people behave like that. It was cool and I trained being like them to be a new person.

Thinking George makes me agitated. The blood on the wooden style tiles and on the bricks style walls hunts me. It was all fresh and it was all his blood. Just thinking about it gives shivers on my spine, plus the cold wind and cold rain. It was all his blood because no one of the assassins had a wound. Though I had seen him alive by tossing my backpack that contains my files. I can't still help not to worry.

He was all emotionless on that moment. He always was. I wonder what aspie looks like if they are worried. However he's an aspie and they got no expression. Did he call cops and report on what happened? But how would they find me? Somehow, they wouldn't.

I glanced on my wrist watch to see a message from George.

I will leave the town.

That's what it only said. Of course he will leave the town and to be untraceable. I know one place where he would be. He would be in England in Oxford or Cambridge. Or if he isn't there, he would be in Princeton. He will survive on his own. I shouldn't worry about him.

The rain is making me blind on my drive way so I duck down to be covered on the shield glass in front of my motorcycle. The shield on my helmet that covers my face is not helping for the reason that the rain is hard and my speed is fast like I am in a world champion formula race.

I glanced on my rear mirror to see the man on the passenger seat who pushed a 9mm gun if I wasn't mistaken. Should I freak out now? But I shouldn't. I should remain silent and just think of the right plan. The first thing that an aspie will think if they are in a situation like this is to escape. They got a gun and I got no weapon with me.

Where should I go or where should I escape? To the place where they cannot be. The US embassy? No, the US embassy is hundred miles away from here or any embassy. The military headquarters are away too and my gasoline won't make it there. Damn, I should think of the better way.

Bang! Moving to the side hoping that it wouldn't hit me. Good job for now. Then, there's another bang! And bang! A bullet run across the skin of my left shoulder, ignoring the pain I thought of surviving this thing. It stung though. But the pain fades away when he started shooting me. I tried my best to evade it by almost making a stunt with my bike.

I am freaking worried if he shoot my bike or the wheel. I just change my wheels and it was the first class. I will really kill him if he did. Plus, if my tires are flat, I can't escape no more. There's a 40-50 chance of life.

"F—king scumbags!" I shout and increase my speed to the max. "I am fucking going to kill all of you if you get my bike any scratch." I just murmur it to myself though they won't hear me.

My right side mirror got hit and that asshole just hit it! It was precious to me. Yeah, maybe I will buy another glass after this. For this disastrous moment, I need to escape from death again. The only way is the way to my past.

I had hit my break when I saw the cliff. I jumped from my bike to the cliff. I roll on the grass muddy cliff while my bike rolls on the other direction. I grunted when my helmet hit the rock and it was throw somewhere on I don't know why it was thrown. Then I hit another that is so damn painful like my head breaks. My back pack protects me a little but my body aches a lot and I think I injured my arms.

I gently open my eyes though it was blurry. I saw the lights of the castle—or an old school something. I heard a bang and I close my eyes hard when a painful stung hit me on my right thigh. I need to endure all the pain. I need not to react so much in pain. I have to be strong for the sake of my life. For the sake of others...

I gently push my left hand reaching something... maybe the big castle. I sigh and look up as the rain bath me. The lightning strikes somewhere on the mountains together with a frightening thunder that makes my heart jumped to our throat. But it was good.

I heard another bang and bangs. I just close my eyes waiting for this as my death. But thinking of death won't make me free because of guilt.

When I heard no more banging and the engine of car, I open my eyes and turn my painful head to the direction of the light. I saw a figure of a person coming closer holding something on his left...a gun? Is he going to kill me too?

I waited for him to kill me but instead he kneel beside me and his mint-garden scent entered my nostrils, so familiar. He breathed and moved his face closer to mine. He gently caressed my cheek. My eyes are slowly closing, losing my consciousness. In any second I will meet darkness…

"Adhiti…" he murmurs.