His breaths, shortened towards an almost harsh stop. He ran, with no aim. As his feet became burdened with exhaustion, and briddled with callouses.
His hands flaling harder, looking like a stranger with asthma problems. His breaths came in gasps. The cold night hours gave the gasps a cold, airy cough.
"Hahh... hahh... what the f*ck was that...hahh" His breathy gasps, almost seemed harsh. His throat a baren wasteland, caused a grating complex. The dried up blood mixed with the clear, bubbly saliva.
He took his hands to his legs. His hand gripped the tattered pants desperately. He hoisted his pants, giving the illusion of a well kept man.
He wiped his forehead. The sweat clinged towards his sleeve. Letting out a smell associated with trash bags, and the knowing smell of someone who had longed dreamed of a warm shower.
The sight of a headless seller stood at his thoughts. The head—or what was left of it, rolled towards him. It was littered with a fresh coat of blood.
Dirga stood silently, and as the broken down head took its last stop at his feet...
He blinked.
The head was no more. Instead, the stickiness of a substance began to spread across the soles of his feet. Dirga kneeled, he sat on the static road. The gravel sticking towards his pants.
"Hahhh... let me guess ? Blood is it ?" His relaxed state almost shockef himself. He reluctantly used his finger to touch the substance.
His better judgement took control and decided to just swat the substance away from his feet. He flailed his bare feet. His disgusted expression almost seemed quite funny compared to what just happened.
"What a day... I could almost smell the dried blood." Deciding against his better judgement, he sat at the gravel road. Put his feet near his face. And sniffed.
"Yep,.. dried blood." He shook his head. His dried hair grew more sweaty.
He stood up. And walked towards the side walk. Its uneven pavement was quite hard to walk at. The green sign was decorated with white lines. Near the sign, a convex mirror stood.
Its red painted pole was a stark contrast with the dark night. Its pole began to peel from the paint, showing a rusted steel pole in the inside. The sight of a blinding light on the mirror peaked his curiosity. Just as he wanted to look more closely...
TIINN TINNN—!!!!
"GET OUTTA THE FUCKING WAY !!" The voice of a man shouted. It seemed it was coming from the car. It was almost as if the car had a streak of sentience.
The sound of a howling noise appeared behind him, the shine of the lights illuminated his back. Dirga looked back. The sight of a fastening car began to drive closer towards him.
Dirga quickly ran away from the car. The car still in constant speed, didn't show no sings of stopping. It was as if the driver had a death wish. He definitely did...
As Dirga watched more carefully, the driver's seat was illuminated with a warm undertone of light from the roof. The sillhouete of a hunched-back man was lined. The shadows, illuminating the man, gave out almost null distinct features of the driver—
And...
It crashed.
The end was almost comical in effect. All it needed was just some comic stripesand sound effects. Dirga really needs to do something.
The car let out a very large smoke from its engine. The front of the car was crushed towards the corvex mirror. Almost melding them into one.
The smoke gathered around and let out its escape to the sky.
Dirga took a few steps towards the car. Hos hands free to protect him. Though, his malnutrition said the other. The car still had no signs of anything alive. It was very likely that the driver had passed away in the crash.
Dirga muttered courage. His hands, his weapons. His wasted strength, his enemy.
The car moved. Its shacking was desperate—
A man came out of the car. His ash-stained face looked towards Dirga. He covered his mouth, coughing up a fit. His outfit, reminiscent of a salaryman. Yet, no black suit at sight.
In the outside of the car, this stranger almost seem maddened seeing Dirga. Dirga, puzzled truly did not want to uncover the mind of a madman. Not to mention a madman that crashed himself to a pole.
"So... you need some help ?" Dirga opened the conversation nervously. His flailing hands took away his true feelings. It truly is not a good day for him.
The stranger instead glared at him, his free hand motioned towards his crashed car. His expression comical in the sheer disbelief.
"You THINK ??" The stranger shouted.
It was a shame that no pedestrians crashed into this scene. He did not know of any knowledge on mechanics and all the like. His degree in economics truly betrayed him.
Instead of following Dirga, the stranger stood on his own two feet. It was a miraculous sight. The stranger stormed away from Dirga, leaving behind the crash site.
Dirga noticed the stranger's straight back.
It wasn't the same as the hunched-back figure back then.
5.
The stranger stood silently. Looked at the night sky. And threw a large fit at it.
"WHYIS ITALWAYSME???ISMYFUCKINGLUCKSOBAD???" The stranger shouted at the moon. The moon, in return didn't seem to move. Its state frozen.
Finishing his tirade, the stranger huffed his boots. His hair a mix of ash and sweat. It clinged towards his browas and forehead.
The stranger laughed. A harsh, long, loud laugh. His head was thrown back in a leisurely way. He seemed almost happy in this ordeal.
"You know... man.. isn't this kind of funny ?" The stranger looked back at Dirga. The sight of a homeless man seemed to not budge away. He put his hands on his hips. Completely immersed inside the leisure ways.
"I have no idea what you are talking about, ... 'man'. I just want a place to sleep." Dirga answered. His answer seemed panifully boring in contrast to whatever happened today.
"Can't you just use the benches near the metro train, though ? Why are you here, huh ?" The stranger gave away a solution that was long gone from Dirga's mind. Hunger truly does know no bounds on unraveling intelligence.
Dirga shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know... maybe, fate ? I mean.. look around us !! This place has no signs of human beings except for these tall ass buildings." Dirga motioned towards the rows of concrete places.
"Fate, you say ? HAHAhahHA !!" The stranger laughed, this time a more geniune one. "I don't know, man. You don't seem like the kinda guy that believes in fate and all that stuff. I mean... LOOK AT YOU !! ... Your background must be intriguing, huh ?" The salaryman glinted his eyes.
"And besides... you didn't even help, man !!" The stranger helpfully motioned to his still-burning car. The embers of the engine crackled across the air. Strangely, the stranger seemed to have no qualms...
It was... strange.
"What's your name ?"
The stranger swayed across his place. His hips grew impatient drowning on a question.
Laksa.
"Humm ? You can call me, Laksa." The stranger named Laksa answered.