Wick. Volume I

As soon as he woke up that image returned to his mind. Wick got up and ran into the hall, expecting to find something, but there was only silence and peace.

Wick turned around to have a look at the clock that was right behind him: 00:47 hours. He had lost more than half of the day sleeping.

He went into the bathroom and washed his face. He was a white skinned man, with dark eyes and dark long curly hair.

He ran throught the corridor and went down the stairs in order to get to the hall again, where he sat in the most comfortable couch of the 3 he had.

Not even a minute had passed when he decided to get up, he wasnt comfortable, but he didnt want to stay nor stood, nor lied. He also didnt want to walk, neither did he want run. He sat in the floor, right in the corner.

He crossed his feet with his arms and began to sway as if he was in a rocking chair.

The voice.

The voice.

The voice.

The voice.

It was the time, he had to look for her.

The voice!

Fucking shit!

The voice!

He knew that if he started, there was no way he could stop it.

The voice.

Tic Tac Tic Tac.

The voice.

It was getting cold, at least for Wick. But he couldnt get up, he would have to make a move.

And the voice?

The voice, once again.

Leave me alone! - Wick screamed. Leave me alone right in this fucking second!

The voice.

Tic Tac Tic Tac.

So it began.

Tic Tac Tic Tac.

It was stronger than he tought, this time it was longer.

Pain.

Pain.

Wick wasnt sit anymore, he was lying in the floor, half naked, juddering.

Pain.

The voice?

The voice.

Pain?

Pain.

The clock?

Tic. Tac. Tic. Tac.

She?

Mony.

She?

6 feet under ground since 1972.

The voice.

Wick stopped juddering, but he couldn't stand up, he was still.

-I've got to see ser. - Said Wick. - I've got to find her. She might have forgotten me. She's got to know, she's got to live.

The voice.

-No you bitch, no! - Wick answered back.

The voice.

-I'm not fucking crazy!! I've been working to live, and I live to find her, but every single night the same happens.

The voice.

-Would you cut the bullshit?? I was NOT born in 1981, I do not have curled hair, I do not have blue eyes, it is not 2014, IM-NOT-CRAZY!!

The voice.

-1970

The voice.

-Rencarnation does not exist.

The voice.

-The mole's nothing to do with it.

The voice.

-You don't exist, you're only in my head, shut up! shut up!

Pain.

Pain.

The voice.

Silence.

The voice.

-She's waiting for me.

The voice.

-Shut the fuck up!

The voice.

Pain.

Pain.

-I want to fucking die!!

The voice.

-No I won't, cause she's waiting for me, and I won't let her down.

The voice.

The voice.

-Shut up you sick fuck! Shut up!

He cut his enemy's head with an axe, then he came back to reality. That didn't happen, but he had imagined it.

Pain + The voice.

The voice + Pain.

More pain = more suffering.

It was all mathematic, no margin for error.

He imagined the axe on his hand, and tried to figure out how the voice would be if it had a body.

He went back to reality, looked at his hand but the axe was not there anymore.

Suddenly, sitting besides him, was Him (understanding the spirit of the original Wick.)

-Oh no, this is not okay. - Said generic Wick (understanding the rencarnation of Wick.)

Wick.

The voice.

Wick.

-The both of you, shut up! - Said generic Wick.

Wick.

The voice.

Wick.

The voice.

Wick.

-2 days.

Wick.

The voice.

-Water, only water.

Wick.

The voice.

He imagined the axe.

The voice.

Wick.

He went back to reality.

The bell rang.

Suddenly, Wick vanished and silence was the only sound. Wick (understanding the first Wick, the protagonist) opened the door.
A man in a suit and smoking a cigar, whose face he had never seen, gave him an axe, which looked exactly like the one he had imagined.

.-Use it wisely. - The man said to him. - He turned back and left.

Wick took a look at the clock: 04:12 hrs.

He went to bed with his new friend, the axe, waiting to see if the next day he could go out to look for her.