P. O. E. T (2)

As you know, some bastards have pain in their butts and then there's this person who uploaded the whole conversation of these two fools on the internet, but he should respect someone's privacy and even refer to an officer who's working daily for these trouble-makers. Thus, the news is breaking billboards and people are breaking their own properties (the property which was built by the government for the people, I mean the public property) ard's citizens are the people of the future they can possibly announce results before the event starts itself.

The news rapidly spread in the whole empire and the president is mad at the whole department of crime that they cannot even hide the secrets from the people. So how can they catch the actual culprit? Somehow Deck convinced him and now the department has only three days to solve the mystery if they'll lose then the president will punish them in his own way. Yet Clark has three days of hope that somehow he can survive or otherwise he'll say goodbye to you guys.

Let's begin the mysterious case - No blood, no traces. From the last full stop which is after the name of the case (just kidding).

Let's start from the park again because I thought you wanna know who has the guts to do such a thing.

When Clark was telling Patrick about the case someone else saw them and thought it would be great if he'll get some great news from them or breaking news and he started to record that but the news was unexpected...

A team is investigating who was he (the pain of the department, betrayer), while Deck is sharpening his sword blade, Patrick was sitting on his chair in his office and searching the clues within old records and Clark was nowhere. And nobody shows attention toward Clark, it seems like they don't need him.

But where the hell is Clark? In the park? Or somewhere else?

Actually, he is in the basement of the abandoned building, maybe nobody has come here in hundreds of years. Clark has a torch in his left hand and in his right hand he is holding up his sword and he is staring at one of its walls where blood is painted and the design by blood is showing pain.

The place where Clark is right now is the same place where Dr. Carvin Rakt used to experiment on his psycho ideas of blood.

In the headquarters Patrick is still trying to get a hint to solve the mystery - 'Dayum, if this is the act of an individual, he might be the toughest. Oh god!!! He is really badass but. If the total death is more than a thousand and it all happened in just ten days, it means hundreds of people a day from different parts of the city and even it's random. It's not possible to kill hundreds of people in a single day. For an individual there must be a gang in the city, and if the gang is involved in this...         Got it!!!' Patrick shouted but no one was around who could hear him, he stood up with different energy and walked out of his room.

'Hey, Chief! I have some good news.' While cutting the wood log with his new looking sharpened blade, he looked at Patrick and said, "A good news? tell me." Patrick asked him about the absence of Clark, 'Where is sir?' "Clark is missing, he wanted to search answers alone like he always does, you can tell me what you got."

'It's about the case, I found some possibilities of the suspect behind the death and mysteries.' "And..." 'And, I think, it's a gang doing it because no one can single-handedly kill hundreds of people from different regions of the city in this mysterious way, in a day.' "Interesting, what do you want?"

'Actually, I'm still thinking of what I need.' Patrick's smile is similar to a fool's. "I guess, I know what you need," 'Seriously?' "Yes, you need a 'list' of every gang in the city which is making trouble." 'Indeed, you're chief!' Patrick shouted again. 'So you don't think I'm 'Chief'...?" 'No, no chief I didn't mean that... sorry.' "It's okay, you can go to the ICSC (investigation corporation of serial crimes) for an updated list." 'Thanks, Chief.' "Whatever,"

Deck started to cut and suddenly Patrick came again and said, 'I know it's not a good time to ask such silly questions but can you please answer me?' "Ask immediately, I'll have to train myself after this." 'You still look young as me even though you're too old, how? Deck stares at him 'If you don't wanna tell then just forget it!' Patrick said and ran.

In the warehouse, someone came into the basement and looked at him.

"Hermit?" Said Clark. 'Again you... you lost your way again, kid?' Hermit said to Clark.

"I don't know, this is not the first time in my life, but this time, I can see myself burning, turning to ashes..." Clark said with disappointment, the hermit smiled and said, 'Ashes? Aren't you coming here to ask me a question, like you usually ask me?' "You already know my questions, hermit." 'You know what it costs to get answers of the eternal universe?'

"A life, a soul, a soul full of sorrows. I know!" 'Great?' The hermit said to him, 'We can proceed now.'

In the ICSC headquarters, Patrick is asking for a list of gangsters.

"So, this is the current list?" Patrick asked the officer, 'Yes sir, this is an updated list as you wanted.' "Thank you so much for your help," Patrick said to the officer and started to search the gangs.

In the headquarters of the crime department, Chief Deck Volt is training with his sword so he can possibly participate in the upcoming war which can happen anytime in the future.

In the dark streets of the city's undeveloped areas, Patrick is alone in the search for a good fight.

Koninklijk is an imperial city but some gangs are still ruling its borderlines. Patrick shouts, 'Hey motherfuckers, your death is here, serve him before you die.' (The attitude of this guy is the only thing that I like most).

The old man (Boss of the secret gang - Gang of Red Roses) came out from an old garage and said, "Is there Robinhood? Kid, you should not be here, go back to your home." He just said this and suddenly his hand cut off from his shoulder and he screamed. "What do you think, what the hell are you doing? And then some more guys came out from the garage. Patrick smiled and said, 'This is your final destination, I heard of you and your gang, you guys have been killing people for money and now this is your chance to pay it back...?'

The old man's one hand was already cut by someone earlier and this time another hand's loss, whose hand has no more useful hands now said to his friends to show the power of their swords, "You guys aren't paid to see each other's faces, go fight this bastard."

And here they go, all of them shouted together, "How dare you cut off our boss's hand?" And in just one blink there was blood all over on the street spread, some of them have died already, some are screaming and their body parts are too far, and Patrick is smiling like an evil, in his eyes, anyone can find how he is feeling right there like a demon.

The name of the gang is - Red Roses because the wife of the boss who died of blood cancer used to like red roses.

Playtime for Patrick just begins, he'll probably stop after the last gang exists in the city. He doesn't care about this, he doesn't care about the value of blood, he is keeping only one thing in his mind and it's to give justice rather than death.

The blood is nothing if death is destiny, as Dr. Philson Sapphire said.

Clark is so obsessed to know the answer that he can sacrifice his existence.

'Hermit, I wanna ask you one question, will you answer me?' "Answering your questions, depends on what question it is about?" 'You already know my question but, who are you? What's your history?' Clark tried to see in his eyes, "My history?"

Hermit smirked and said, "I don't know me, I know everything but I can't see, you are a seeker of something you've not seen, but I'm seeking me."

'Why are hiding, why are you wasting your wisdom here, all alone?' Clark asked him. "I'm not wasting anything, I remember when I first saw you here, you were at your last and I asked you if you need some help?"

'It's been 37 years since I met you for the first time, and yet I don't know anything about you but you-you know everything about me and not just me, the whole universe knowledge you have.' "Now you're saying more about me than I'm actually."

"Are you ready to face reality, the truth?" 'I'm already ready to face anything.' "Pay the cost, a soul for an answer..." Clark raised his sword and crossed the core of his heart through the ribs of his chest and said, 'It's for peace!' And he falls to the ground.

It started to get a little dark around him and time started going backward when he was falling when he put his sword across the chest when he raised the sword... And suddenly he felt his heart beating again, 'It's happened, isn't it?' Clark asked the hermit. "Yes my child, I have a solution to your problem. It all depends on a person, a poet."

'A who?' "Poet, you will meet a poet soon?"

'A poet, how will I find him?' "I didn't say you have to find him, he will find you." 'He is fit for this? Do you believe it?' Hermit turned and looked back and said, "I can tell one thing about that guy, He often say to the people 'I write a dream that I can't see, I can write truth but my words are not true as my dreams are...,?' he'll probably say this to you when you and he will encounter each other." 'You are saying, it may be, but you are not sure?' "It's not easy to make you believe."

'Can you tell me about his abilities or something which will help to find that bastard who's killing people in the city?' "I can't tell you, rather I could tell you." 'Oh yeah, because it's against the rules of nature to talk about someone's nature!'

"You better learn about nature by time." Hermit started to go to the exit, 'Where the hell are you going now, hermit?' Clark asked him. "Who knows, kid?" And he disappeared like he had never appeared ever.

Clark has a clue and it's not about the case but it's about a person who can help him, about 12 hours have passed and 60 hours left. I'm waiting to tell you who the 'Poet,' he is unbelievably great but not in poetry.

P - Philosophy

O - Of

E - Endless

T - Thought

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