The Book Of Anonymous Chapter 3: Chapter 1: Nightmare

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“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” ― Mark Twain Drip.Drip.Drip The cold, wet liquid splashed down his cheek. He flinched, eyes snapping open, as his hand jerked upward on instinct. Drip Another drop slides down the ceiling, this time landing on his lips. The smell filled his nose with a dense, sharp metallic scent as the drop slid into his mouth. He froze, his brain lagging behind the sensation as his tongue instinctively moved as the taste of coppery metal flooded his mouth. He wretched suddenly, a sharp, violent reaction that doubled him forward as he spat phlegm, still tasting the sour, dense liquid in his mouth. Blood. My head hurt so badly… Wait! blood The groggy Felix Corwin suddenly opened his eyes and stared widely at the speckles of blood on the ceiling. Ouch Felix shut his eyes again. He felt an abnormal throbbing pain in his head as though someone had repeatedly pounded against his head until it was reduced to mush. Slowly, he opened his eyes again, held the bottom frame of the bed for support and slowly attempted to sit up. He felt his legs drop as he almost slipped and lost his balance. He quickly clutched the bed frame tightly and tried to regain control of his limbs. So sticky… why is the floor so sticky? Felix looked at the room splattered with blood and came to the most likely conclusion. Assassins ! As soon as he came to that conclusion, he laughed self-deprecatingly. Why would an assassin come for me? Someone like me is at the very bottom of society. I doubt I know anyone rich or bothered enough to hire an assassin. A thief, maybe … but that was even more laughable . Perhaps they broke in and found nothing to steal, and retaliated by smashing his head with a club. How depressing … Felix finally managed to focus his eyes on the cramped living space, his somewhat sturdy wooden desk was filled with neatly arranged books and blueprints scattered all over and propped to the side, an unscrewed sundial was carelessly dumped on the table with most of its parts on the floor, the ink bottle tipped over with its contents splashed all over his desk, he slowly turned his head to the flickering oil lamp, the shards of glass on the floor and the wall covered with blood. Wait! The wall was covered in blood! The realisation hit him like a brick as his eyes narrowed at the messy crime scene. There was blood on the walls, on the ceilings, and even on the floor where he was lying. He jerked back in shock as he looked at his bloody hands. Holy mother of the crimson sun !! Felix felt inexplicably horrified as he straightened his neck and sat up abruptly. He couldn't hold himself back from calling on the goddess as he quickly drew a crimson sun symbol on his chest. However, his head protested with an even more severe throbbing pain. It made him temporarily lose his strength as he winced uncontrollably. The realisation of what he witnessed managed to wake him from his reverie as he came to an even scarier conclusion than before. Did I kill someone? countless scary theories flashed through his mind. In a span of a few seconds, he had gone from victim to fugitive. If he killed someone, not even the deacon from the church of the crimson sun could extricate him from the hands of the law. Where is Eleanor? With how thin the walls were, she was bound to be alerted once there was any sudden noise. Or perhaps she was also in the same situation as him! He stopped as he pondered, suddenly deep in thought, even if Eleanor did not notice, the amount of noise would have alerted Mr Langley upstairs; the grumpy old man would have surely knocked on their door to give a stern warning. Then he would wait till morning and file a thorough noise complaint to the police and the landlord, the siblings would never hear the end of his complaints, if they had disturbed a wince of his night's sleep. He stared in confusion as he kept going through the possible scenarios that could have le