The Last Warlock

EARTH, SOLOMON ISLANDS, KIRAKIRA

Inside the hospital.

"Ohhh it seems you are awake"

"humm" said Mack to the voice, not bothering to even open his eyes.

"You see, we had to put those cuffs on you for your own safety."

Mack already knew he was cuffed. The cold metal around his pulses was something no one would get confused about what it was.

"I asked the nurse, and she said you had a scissor in your neck when you fell. Do you know what that means, right?"

\'Means I don\'t care about shit anymore.\' thought Mack but refrained himself to say aloud.. He could not care less what this man thought about him.

"I also see you are not having a crisis now. Do you have someone to who you can talk?"

\'No, but I hear a lot, hahaha.\' laughed of himself Mack.

\'if I told him I hear voices, even right now, he would probably send me to some mental Institute\' Thought Mack, still with his eyes closed.

"We also didn\'t find any documents with you. So I asked the local sheriff to take your fingerprints and check the system. I hope you don\'t mind."

\'Shit. I was planning to take down some of those bastards before they could kill me. But now... \'

\'Doesn\'t matter anymore, anyway. At least I know they are after me because of my father\'s book, at least that\'s the only explanation I can think of. \'

"We were not sure if you would wake up soon nor in what mental state."

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"The sheriff will come back in a few minutes. I will need to keep you cuffed. It\'s the procedure in case of self-harm in a hospital. I hope you understand."

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"How do you feel now? I know you can speak."

\'Ohhhh that\'s a rare question. When was the last time someone asked me that?\'

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\'How do I feel?\'

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\'How do I feel?\'

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"Tired"

Said Mack, releasing all the air in his lungs for this single word.

After a few seconds of silence.

"You know... Everyone has problems. Some are bigger than others, sure. But you can only resolve your problems when you accept them or you confront them. There is no running from them. Even if you leave, they will still catch you in the next life. That\'s what my father used to say."

Mack\'s curiosity was picked with this. He wondered why a father would say that to a son.

"Why your father used to say that to you?"

"See for yourself" said the voice of a man.

Unable to resist his curiosity, Mack opened his eyes and slowly turned his head in the direction the voice came.

And there he saw a man, blond, healthy, muscular, using a mask and with a medic gown, in a wheelchair.

"I was born this way." said the Medic, opening both his arms above his legs.

"But this....." said the Medic hitting his wheelchair.

"....Did not stop me from pursuing my dreams....."

"And never will"

Said the Medic looking straight into Mack\'s eyes. The man was not proud of himself but more as if he could somehow relate to Mack Issues.

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\'and never will\'

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The mind can be a cage or a forge. Only one single spark of will is needed to change that. And Mack just lit an entire pyre of repressed will.

Will to live.

Will to live a genuine life with all that comes, no matter if good or bad, he will live both in his full.

No matter the odds.

After a few minutes of absolute silence, Mack finally expressed himself to the medic with a simple but very sincere word.

"Thanks"

The medic nodded with his head, feeling that was genuine appreciation.

But this man would never forget the words Mack was about to say, because those next words...

"My will shall be the law"

"The law is me"

"And I\'m the law"

"The law of Chaos"

[ARE YOU SURE?]

"I AM!"