Smart people learn from everything and everyone, average people from their experiences, stupid people already have all the answers." —Socrates
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"He is comatose for now but I need to suppress his memory " he added
"Hmmm... That brother of yours is lucky I must say" the old haggard looking man grinned while stroking his chin
Clifford felt his heart almost jump out of his chest looking at his grin... He must admit that he was scared of this man... Producing a memory-suppressing pill, a poison which a single drop can dry up the blood... He also made a poison which could kill slowly
"I remember you said that you gave him the slowly killing poison right before you attempted to kill him instantly six years ago..." he paused
"so why is he still alive" the old man said with a raised brow which made him look scary than usual
When Clifford heard this his eyes widened in shock... He was so focused on killing Huxley instantly that he forgot the slow poison he gave him six years ago... So why isn't he dead yet
"That's true, I did remember giving him the slow poison then so why is he still alive... And I remember that it was the reason I didn't bother looking for him 6 years ago because I was convinced that he would die for to the poison" Clifford asked partly asking himself
"hmm" The man stroked his chin which was filled with white beards with a raised brow
"During that period, did you perhaps notice any change in his health" the old man asked... The question got Clifford thinking hard
"yes, I did notice something..." He paused
"a few days after I mixed the pill with his drinks...he had blue spots forming circular patterns on his back it kept spreading until I decided to kill him when he arrived in America " Clifford replied seeming confused... He didn't doubt this old man's abilities because he had seen what he could do
"Those are the symptoms of my poison... There's only one theory I have to your explanation..." The old man started
He paused for a while then began to laugh maniacally
"I see..." the old man smirked... Clifford moved two steps backwards standing close to the window in case the old man changed his mind and decided to kill him on the spot so that he would have the chance to jump down
"you see what," Clifford asked blinking warily while holding the window... The old man who seemed lost in his world suddenly snapped his head at him... Looking at Clifford with a piercing gaze
Clifford felt lost as to why the man was acting weird as he looked into those eyes filled with maniacally murdering intent
"Whose your brother Lad," the man asked
"Huxley Arison..." Clifford said as if he was compelled... He didn't want to reveal his family's name initially because he was afraid that it would ruin his family's reputation
"Huxley Arison...Huxley Arison... Ha"
"seeing that he managed to survive my poison unscathed he must have met my Brother...." The old man said
"your brother?" Clifford asked Looking confused
"That sneaky greedy bast*rd... I see that he's still alive" The old man declared angrily
"I'm confused sire... " Clifford summoned all the courage left in him to ask that question
"the only person who can neutralize my poison is my brother... my twin brother... I've been trying to find that old piece of sh*t for decades but he was hiding here in America all along and here I was thinking that he went back to England and finally I'm sure that he indeed in America" the old man sneered
"But! Since you said that your brother lost his memories and you need a memory-suppressing pill... I'll gladly give it to you... But you have to bear in mind that the effect of this pill is temporary... It can only last for a year so he'll have to take it every year to ensure that his memory is suppressed " the old man said
"ok, sire... How much do I owe you..." Clifford asked with a shaky voice he remembered that the time he bought the poison it was a million dollars... How can he forget such a huge amount of money... He gulped thinking about how much he would need to spend on this now
"It's alright lad. You've given me information greater than the price of this Pill" the man stated with a grin and when Clifford heard this he breathed a sigh of relief
"run along now before I change my mind," the old man said taking off his Googles as he snapped his head towards Clifford grinning
When he heard this Clifford heard a warning bell ringing inside his head... He kept hearing run...run...run and without further thinking he ran as fast as his legs could carry him it took him the last bit of his pride not to scream as he ran
He got to his car panting heavily like he was being chased by a ghost
And who knows... That old hag might as well be a ghost
He silently thanked his ancestors that he escaped... Peacefully... No one needed to tell him that, that man was a maniac
"What the f*ck was that" He whispered to himself with shaky breaths
He looked around one last time to see if anyone was around when he was running because that would be the most embarrassing scene of his life... He cleared his throat as he drove off
The old haggard-looking man stood at the window while looking at the car which drove off
"Huxley Arison... Hmmm... Interesting " he whispered with a smirk
"Why on earth will that greedy bastard take interest in you" The old man asked curiously
"the hide and seek is over now... Dear brother" The old man sneered with an evil glint in his eyes
While driving he kept cursing at Huxley
"f*ck you Huxley... you m*therf*cker I'll make sure to kill you... I nearly lost my sanity because of you today " Clifford sneered
"damn it... Why must you be so lucky " the man cursed hitting his horn hard
"get the f*ck out of the road you d*mwits... Ha... I've finally lost it" Clifford swore