Arthur regained consciousness little by little.
His body was quite sore, his head was buzzing, and he felt quite weak, without energy.
"AAGH..." With a slap, he brought his right hand over his face, he was quite tired.
With his left hand resting on the ground, he felt the touch beneath him.
The floor was cold smooth and had some small indentations, forming a pattern that reminded him of his kitchen floor... 'My kitchen floor? It was all a dream.
Realizing this Arthur, let out a big sigh of relief, everything that had come alive in his dream had left him scarred, but after thinking about it for a moment as he lay on the floor 'hahaha' he let out a small laugh, after all, how could it be possible. The earth would be destroyed? He had to be in charge of saving it?
After thinking about it carefully, everything seemed absurd shit in a moment, he had even transformed into a beast with the desire to destroy everything, without control of his body... 'How is that possible? Of course, it's not! There's no way!'
Having cleared this in his mind, he came to a conclusion, 'I have to apologize to those I left out and forget about that silly obsession of traveling to the moon. When I get up, I'll change and go and apologize to Sophie first.'
Naturally, Arthur thought of his former partner, with whom he spent several years she had endured the hardest moments, next to him without ever leaving him, however, he was an idiot with her, being aware of his obsession, he ended up separating from her.
Being clear about his new objectives, he lifted his right hand slightly from his face, allowing the bright light coming from the lamps on the ceiling to mercilessly punish his eyes.
As his eyes became accustomed to the light, a question arose in his head, 'What the hell am I doing lying in the kitchen?' but this thought was quickly interrupted.
A roar that echoed throughout the place escaped from his stomach, he was really hungry.
With awkward movements due to the pain, he slowly got up in the direction of the fridge in search of something to relieve his hunger.
Although he still didn't understand why he was here, but at this moment, he was thankful to the gods for waking up in the kitchen.
*CRACK*
*CRACK*
Suddenly, a loud sound of wood being broken by several repeated knocks echoed from the front door of the house.
Hearing this Arthur quickly hid behind the doorless frame connecting the hallway to his kitchen.
*BOOM*
The front door of the main door kicked open making a loud bang from it a rather tall man, 6'4" tall, wearing a black leather jacket exposing his chest and large arms.
He was tattooed all over, although one of them stood out the most, on his right arm the drawing of a big grinning grenade wrapped in flames stood out among all his tattoos.
"Hahaha" The man let out a satisfied laugh and then continued saying "These rich people, they have the worst security I've ever seen they think no one will rob them just because of their social position. I told you, it will be a piece of cake."
Behind him, another man came out, walking slowly and cautiously. This was a man of medium build, his height was 5'7", a fairly common height in today's society, but somehow, standing right next to the other man made him look like much smaller than he was.
"Y-y ss-if we get caught??!" Said the smaller man next to him with a shaky voice.
*sigh* The other person put a hand to his face and let out a sigh. "I already said it, that guy is long dead, no one will find us out... And even if they did, we just finish them off."
"What do you mean to finish them off... Clark, I'm not a murderer, I never- nu- never take a person's life." The small man said shaking, he looked like he was going to faint just thinking about taking someone's life.
"HAHAHA..." Clark let out a big laugh at hearing his fearful friend and stared at him, terrified look before he began to speak.
"Tell me, Noah... Have you ever felt like killing someone?" At this point, Clark pulled out a revolver he had in his waistband and pointed it directly at his partner's head.
*HIIK*
Noah felt a great shiver run through his body, he automatically raised both hands, while staring at the barrel of the revolver that, to his eyes, seemed to be gigantic he was paralyzed with fear.
Tell me Noah... have you ever been curious about what it feels like to have someone's life at the flick of a finger?" Clark spoke softly with a small terrified smile on his face.
"..."
"Hahaha" The man lowered the gun and let out a big laugh, "You should see your face right now, hahaha."
Seeing Clark lower the gun, Noah could breathe, however, he felt humiliated. With his eyes on the floor, he said quietly, "It's not funny." He didn't like this feeling of humiliation.
Despite having said it low, Clark clearly heard Noah but decided to pretend. With a slight smile, he said, "Huh...what did you say?"
"It's not funny!" Noah was filled with determination.
"If you don't like being bullied like that, then prove you're someone to be respected Fucking Idiot" Clark grabbed Noah's right hand and handed him his revolver squeezing his hand with both hands hard enough to make him feel pain.
"You check the left side I'll go right, if you cross someone you shoot them! And if it's a woman... Maybe we can have a little fun." He had a smile giving creepiness on his face.
"Have fun?"
"You know what I mean... Besides, the former mistress of the owner of this house was one of the most beautiful women since he died, she must be the new owner of the house, case you see her, call me and avoid shooting her." Clark had an odd smile.
"What about you, you don't carry guns?"
"Do you take me for a rookie? All I need are these 2." Clark pulled out two American fists and placed them in each hand, then bumped both fists with a smile on his face.
"Now go in there, I'll check the kitchen." Clark pointed to a room with no door that appeared to be the dining room of the house that was directly across from the kitchen.
Noah nodded as he held the gun awkwardly he walked fearfully around to the left side following Clark's orders.