Mr Cook

Mr Cook was a father and a night club manager. It was no ordinary night club; it had shady business.

"I have to make sacrifices, no matter what sacrifices. I have to protect my son and survive. It's a tough business", Cook said.

This night was distressing; it was dark, unfamiliar, shivering, and deadly. A man sat in chair, fully covered in black leather suit. Only his eyes could be seen under the black hood, scanning alertly. He was Mr Cook. In a twitch of a finger, two men broke in, without a word, knifed at Cook. He dodged it and charged. Blood was everywhere, on the collapsed walls, posters, shattered glass tables, but none was his. Cook was swift, ferocious, and merciless. In a matter of a few minutes, only ruins, corpses, and emptiness were left. I couldn't understand why a night club has no one else there. I just stood and watched.

But in an instant, things began to shift. I started scanning the destroyed club, looking for things. Oh hiding bodies, I remembered. And feelings, I started feeling scared, adrenalised, rushed. Wait, where was that boy? It was me?! No matter, I continued searching, in the dark, empty and alone, deadly at any moment. Every single spot in the place was tried, but there only seemed to be infinitely more places and dangers. Where are you cowards? I would kill every last one of you! But it was too dark and I could barely see, if anyone strikes at this moment, I might not… Stop, someone was outside. I dashed towards the sound.

"Cook, it's me". The man looked exactly like Joe Biden. I automatically assumed he belongs to the elite class and was probably my boss and the mastermind. "Hey don't!". I tried to stop him from seeing this madness. He poured me a glass of wine, and handed it to me, and slipped into the destroyed place. He switched on all the lights. "Don't worry, it's safe now". It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the lights, but it was safe now, only ruins and nothing more. I put down my fists and rage. The man walked towards a dead body, looked upon it and said to me: "Thank you for what you've done. You will be honoured".

They gave me a title "Captain Cook". It was funny how this was the same as the one who discovered Australia or something. At this moment, I realised it was just a dream. I was both a witness and Cook. I was terrified, by the things he's done, and the savagery in his eyes, or mine. This dream was probably a mirror image of The Arrow. I've watched too much.

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