B.L.O.O.D (BlackRose)

Thirtyfold.

Montreux city, Switzerland.

A man walked upright, wearing a brown coat made of nylon. A hundred and eighty centimeters tall, his nose looks like a parrot's beak, his eyes black and sharp. Thick lips and thin cheeks.

On the side of the road he lit a cigarette, turned left and passed in front of the 12 bar cafe that was still closed, continuing down the narrow Denmark place, passing through a window full of colorful guitars, and then passing through the window full of various colors, the walls were plastered with various leaflets, away from the inexhaustible drilled thump. After circling the pile of road material at the end of the centre point, he passed a large golden statue of Freddie Mercury and stood towering at the entrance of the Dominion theatre across the street, his head bowed his fists high, raised to a high, low pitch, like the god of chaos from the past.

The elaborate Victorian-era Tottenham bar emerged from behind a pile of road project materials. The man entered the bar, for a moment his eyes were fixed on a large photo of a beautiful half-naked woman. Then he sat in a chair near the window, and ordered a tequela sunrise cocktail that was a mixture of Tequila, Creme de Cassia, lime juice and soda water.

“ I thought you wouldn't come buddy.” Said a man while pulling a chair and they sat face to face.

“ What is it?, Who are you?.”

“ David, have you forgotten your best friend?.”

When the eyes of the man named David slightly sparkled, he felt overwhelmed and confused by the presence of the man before him.

“ Arnold, is that you ? come buddy.”

Arnold smiled, then they hugged. David patted Arnold on the shoulder several times.

“ Arnold, you don't look like..” David paused for a moment when the waiter delivered his order drink “Are you undercover?.”

“ Yes..., I'm going to London for a purpose, and I have to go undercover so you don't get involved in this. By the way, you didn't order one for me.”

“Oh.., I forgot. What do you want to order sir?.”

“ As usual, if you still remember my habits.”

David smiled knot, of course he still remembers well his friend's favorite drink.

“ Waiter, please bring your most delicious whiskey.”

“You remember it well buddy.”

“off course, So what's your goal?.”

“ I need help buddy.”

A waiter came to bring a bottle of whiskey, and poured it into a cup. “ Enough, I can do it myself. Just put the bottle.” Arnold.

Arnold smelled whiskey, then took a slow sip.

“What a strange drink, you haven't changed. You know Arnold, I'm retired. I don't want to risk family life just for money.”

“ You've said it almost a thousand times, I won't involve you that's why I'm here undercover. I just want to show you some notes and pictures, this is about the death of our brother Matthew.”

“ You still want to find the culprit yes, your determination is truly I admit. But it's all a waste, the more you know the truth, the more you realize it doesn't mean.”

“ What do you mean, I don't like your tone acting like everything's fine. Now it's not just Mattew who's dead, but Martin as well. An agent of Blood killed him.”

“ What?.” David's eyes widened, he almost dropped the cup he had been holding. His body began to tremble.

“ You lied, how could you?. Not impossible.”

David held his head with both hands, occasionally raising his fists in the air.

“Actually, what are you doing?. How can all this happen, didn't I warn you not to find out the secret of Matthew's death.” David's eyes looked far away, if only he had not promised the late Matthew.Maybe none of this should have happened, Matthew's selfishness was the cause of his death. That's all he knows.

“Then, what record do you want me to check.”

“This, this thing was found next to Matthew's body, his wife kept it as a memory.”

Arnold took out two pieces of paper from behind the coat, each containing a different image. David watched attentively, he saw every detail of the picture. Each scratch looks convoluted, and there is a blood stain on the end of the paper. All he could deduce was that it was the blood of the deceased Matthew.

“ This is the epitome of the Blood organization, many important people's deaths leave a trace like this. And so far I've investigated Blood, this emblem is theirs.”

“ No you're wrong.” Arnold was surprised when David expressed his opinion.

“Black roses and bells have nothing to do with Blood, to be honest I once joined that organization. And they're not what we all know, they're really all good people. You have to trust me.”

Arnold sipped the whiskey quickly, he poured it again and gulped it back down. Arnold looked David in the eye, there was no spot of lies there. Arnold understands his best friend.

“ Then what is this symbol, I will tell you on condition. You have to keep this a secret, from anyone including your older sister. Oh yeah I heard you have a new partner what his name is.”

“ Nelson. He's Matthew's cousin.”

David stared fixedly at Arnold's face, as if warning that danger was intending. The same look as Mike, the last time Mike came to visit him.

“ What's wrong buddy?.”

“It's okay, sometimes you don't have to trust anyone. Including me if you want, did Mike meet you before he disappeared?.”

“Ya.”

“ What did he say?.” David asked curiously.

“ Nothing important.”

“ Ah, I thought that was what you were going to say. Well, I'll tell you who the owner of the emblem is.”

Arnold glanced at his watch, he felt dissatisfied with the information from his best friend. After paying their bills out of the bar, David offers to drive Arnold to the airport. But the man refused subtly, Arnold's originally friendly face becoming serious. An expression that perfectly matched the role he was currently acting in, no one would recognize him. Except David's the guy who walks next to him.

“Well, we'll split up here. You take a taxi, I'll take a walk.”

“See you again David, greetings to your wife and son. Next time I'll visit your house.” Arnold hugged his best friend, a taxi had stopped.

Arnold opened the door and went into the back seat, and David shouted from a distance.

“ If you want to stop by invite and your wife yes.”

Arnold was shocked, lucky the taxi had gone far enough. If you don't want it to feel like he hit David on the head.

“Heh.., Basic childish.” Arnold facing forward. “ pack take me to the airport, I want to hurry. Because my plane is leaving soon.”

The taxi driver obeyed Arnold's orders, quickly gasping him. Passing some roads that are still under repair.

‘London, I'm coming.’ Inner Arnold