CHAPTER 4 THE RING

Scene 1:

I picked up my cell, sign in my Wechat, and sent a bloody picture of the mess in my shop to Aezo, the dumb who was supposed to commit his guilt.

Besides, I left him a voice message with greeting:

“Hey, where are you? Motherfucker? Now listen, fuzzy boy. You better get your f**king ass here before I even start to think about using your girlfriend’s little ass! You Motherfucker!”

Then I dropped my cell, looking up again. The girl was up on the stairs, motionless, like a pet cat watching over its master.

“What? Are you gonna stand there for the rest of your life or get down to help me clean up this stuff?” I tried to remind her who the hell’s fault this was.

But she simply answered: “I’m not his girlfriend, and why would you say like that?”

I laughed, in a mocking way.

“Because I need to give this coward a little bit momentum to get his f**king ass here! Besides, don’t you even slightly feel that this dumb boy may have a secret crush on you in a very creepy way? ”

I started to pull the bodies together, like collecting trash, just to wipe them out easily.

“I don’t think I notice his feeling for me, neither I believe he has such a secret crush on me.”

She explained with a flush, seemed being quite embarrassed by this topic. Then she came downstairs, watching me, and asked:

“What are you doing? Are you gonna kill them?”

“Kill?” I gave her a quick glance, then back to my work.

“I don’t kill people. These bastards deserve something much worse than a kill. But before that, I need to take a break and drink.”

After searching these guys pockets for cells and wallets, which I took away and just left all on my floor, I went back to my desk, picking up a bottle of Amaretto, and two cups.

“Do you wanna cheer with me?” I asked with a sense of humiliation, and then said:

“Oh, I forgot. You’re just a f**king 16 years old chick!”

I started to drink with a satisfied smile.

She sighed: “Why are you so mad at me? I don’t understand. You’re just like, everybody else is asshole and try to mess with me, so I must f**k them up and humiliate their bodies. You know, you’re mocking all the time, like a f**king mockingbird!”

Finally she shouted out. I was totally shocked, giving her a What-the-F look, while wondering if I had pushed her too much. After all she paid me with a remarkable amount of money.

I stopped drinking, just thinking about it for a moment, and then asked:

“What’s your name, kid?”

She rolled her eyes, as if this was a personal question.

“Pinks, my name is Pinks.”

I could not help but to question: “What? You are named after a color?”

She shrugged.

“My eyes are like yours.” She seemed to be prompted, and carried on now:

“Whenever I was angry or frustrated, the kind of emotion change allowed me to do something really really weird…I was like powered up, not exactly the tricks you have just shown, but more or less, close enough to make us both weirdos.”

Weirdos? WTF. I felt like being offended, but not in the mood to argue anymore.

So I asked: “How about your name as being a human? Not in the mutant school. Just a real name.”

She hesitated for a moment, and finally confessed:

“Han Xinwan, that’s a human name.”

So her sir name was also Han, like mine.

I smiled, without mocking at all, and then finished my drink, after which I said to her:

“Now, kid, come with me.”

But she didn’t. Never mind. I walked into the hallway, till the end of my shop, and took out the cart. Not like a cart you saw in Wal-Mart, but more often in a warehouse, basically it was just four wheels based on a flat board that you use to carry cargos from there to here. I mainly used it to carry whole packs of wine in and out.

Back to the front, I asked: “would you mind to give me a hand?”

“What’re you gonna do?” She questioned, and even stepped back a little bit, showing no incentive to help.

“Come on, I told you I don’t kill people. I’m just going to banish them.” I explained, and started to drag these bodies onto my cart.

“You what?” She made it sound like I was totally a weirdo.

“Isn’t it you that want a transmigration? Oh I totally forgot, it is actually something called pink who wants to transmigrate to mint! And btw, thanks for your little help, I’m done.”

She did nothing but simply stood there and watched, while I got those hogsheads on board, and by hogsheads I meant they were really hogs’ heads. They stank.

“Okay, let’s do it. Now the question is, are you gonna join me if you wanna see the transmigration machine.” I said, and started to pull the full-load cart toward my storage, down to the hallway.

I heard her steps followed behind, till we reached the storage, filled with racks of wine in bottles.

I stopped, picking up a certain bottle of wine from the rack, and showed to her:

“Changyu Dry Red Wine, premium, 1994, it’s quite classic.”

Then I opened it, regardless of the tight cork, which I just pulled out by force.

“What? Are you gonna drink again?” She sounded really upset.

I was amused, taking a sip of my favorite wine, and then turned the bottle upside down, pouring wine over the bodies.

She was freaked out and stepped back in a hurry, while yelling at me:

“What the hell?! Are you losing your mind! You are totally going crazy! Stop it! Don’t…”

She muted, all of sudden, just as a shining ring was flushed out from the bottle, and caught by my hand right about time.

A finely crafted amethyst with a gold circle, I held it up and said:

“I told you. It’s not a machine. It is a glowing ring.”

(To be continued...)