Jay felt a sharp and sensitive pain originating from the centre part of his head. The image of an old looking middle age man, probably in his fifties made him questioned where he was. He was yet to gain full consciousness, faintly opening his left eye. The vision were blur, making it seem like the star were more closer to his proximity.
Where the hell was he? And who was the old man? His brain was still booting up in process. They were yet to retain and recover full memorial information. Finally, he glanced his eye open, oscillating them in obvious scrutiny. The hut was rough and hagged looking. The interior was smelling so ancient like that of a thousand year.
His eyes already scrutinize the whole place, picturing not less than five bird nest in the vicinity.
If anyone was to serve him a full pot of information, it certainly no one but the scared looking old man. Who are you and how did I got here? Jay questioned, holding firm his forehead in a yet to be relieved pain. The old man smiled lightly, wincing his face twice at Jay.
Jay couldn't believe it. What was this old man taking him for. What happened? Why am I here? Where is Wilson, my parents! The man dropped his hunting tools on the dusty wooden desk beside him. Calm down kid, it all going to be fine. Just lay down and rest. Jay was confused. His brain was literally burning up in exhausted flame.
The gruesome image of his father been brutally killed by the beast like gorilla suddenly popped a notification into his brain. The room suddenly felt hot and uncomfortable. Where is mother, he screamed out, jumping off the bed and making his way towards the main entrance.
He was certainly going bizarre.
Trust me kid, it not a good idea to get pass that door, the man shouted at bitter Jay. Tears rolled down his cheek like a descending waterfall. He rested his back on the big black water drum and sat on the grassy field , weeping in anguish and complete agony. He still couldn't believe it.
His whole world had just crumbled right before his eyes.
Neither father, nor mother or Wilson were seen. Only if he had not step out, only if! He stamped his feet on the floor, colliding his head forcefully with the black drum in regret. Stop it kid! The man voice roared out. They're gone! The fact remains, you can't bring them back. Don't get too bitter, surging up blame and hatred on yourself. You are not the murderer. The beast was.
Jay pulled out a laughter, obviously coming from a point of pure bitterness. My father…. Father.. he burst out in tears unable to complete the statement. He sobbed continuously like a baby been abandoned by a mother chick. He never knew there would come a day when he would be forced to question his existence.
He wished the ground could spread wide open and massively devour him. After hours of consolation. Jay subdued the quantity of tears ripping off his tiny little eye. That night was the harshest of all. His eyes refused to be tempted by sleep. He dares not close his eye. Anytime he does, the horrific figure of the deadly beast plucking out his father eye would come hanging his memory.
How about his mother. Was she dead or perhaps alive. If she was still breathing, will she be in a stable state of mind. Maybe he was asking the wrong question. What on earth was that thing. It was far more than an animal. Who would have though such horrific and terrifying creatures still existed. His blood was boiling in hot steam.
He wished he had the physical prowess capable of strangling the tragical creature but that thought would certainly ride down the lane of imagination till the world says times up.
Silent tears streamed down his eyes. He might as well be in the land of the dead if that old looking man hadn't intervene.
He remains the only reason why air still inhale and exhale through his nostril. Few minute past three, the angel of sleep finally succeeded in bringing his eyes to rest. The morning sun woke up from it slumber and shone from the east, reflecting straight into his retina. He flashed open his eye and slowly peeped through the window.
There the old man was, working out his body in the hot morning sun. He dashed out of the hut and walks towards his gym spot. You keeping fit? Jay questioned. As you can see, I certainly am.
Jay sneezed out a smile in total doubt. You old sir, there's no point doing this. Jay words made the old man put the morning exercise to a halt.
Whatever kid, but know this. I would gift you two white horse if you guessed how old this so called old man is. Jay was surprised. Two whooping white horse! he repeated in astonishment.
Are you sure about that sir. Common kid, don't i look way too old for expensive jokes.
Jay stayed silent for some seconds, observing the wrinkled old man.
You seventy-two, he popped out a number without been really sure of it. We see about that kid.
Let watch together. He picked up his shaving tools and started shaving his bushy black beards.
Jay was confused. Why was he shaving his beard out of the blue. Holy crap! The revelation of what he saw left him wondering. The man he called old turned out to be a muscular handsome middle age man.
Jay elasticized his mouth wide agape. Hello kid, I'm Cole, a talented, brave and renowned hunter. What your name by the way? I'm Jay. Cool boy. Nice meeting you Jay, Cole stretched forth his hand for a friendly handshake. You're a hunter? Jay asked completely looking clueless.
Yes, i am. How else do you think I successfully scared away the beast.
Jay saw sense in that. That true, i should have thought of that, he scrambled his hand around his hair. Okay boy, enough of the introduction. Take this, a dirty, sour and old looking robe was thrown at him. This stinks! Jay coughed out. You… You… want me to wear this. I… i.. can't!
He rejected bluntly.
Cole deeps his head into the big black drum and chuckled, wiping off the drop of water migrating around his face. I'm afraid kid. Afraid of what, Jay asked not quite catching up.
I'm afraid you won't be allowed in here without putting those cloths on. You surely know your way outside. That the gate, he pointed a finger towards the wooden gate.
The choice to leave or stay is up to you kid. Jay had no other choice, he slowly zipped open the cloth and put them on. Was sought of hunter was he? He was all nice and cool earlier. The next minute, he threatens to throw him out over some rotten looking wears. Nice one kid, you made the right choice, Cole poked a finger into his cheek.
Common, he summoned Jay. Let go have dinner. We could also have a little chit-chat. You cook, Jay asked. Yes I do. I also know my way around the knife.