Chapter 1: Ode to your eternity

2005 July 3^rd, 5.14 a.m. near Pat pong, Bang rak district,

---- “The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.”----

In a half-broken apartment, a man was asleep. As the neon lights hit up his face, he slowly woke up caressing his face through hair. “Ac-hooo” With a mild gentle sneeze he yawned scratching his belly. He stood up from the bed and slowly walked toward the door whilst picking up an orange printed shirt from the floor along his way.

“Come on Chin Hwa, today is the day!” As he motivated himself he stole a pair of shoes from his next door.

“Whoaa~ a lady’s shoes, huh?” he slowly placed his ears on the door to listen to huge loud moaning of man and a woman synchronized with clapping noise.

“They’re going at it early in the morning, those fucking rabbits.”

“Aoh… aoh…. The pink shoes look weird on me though.”

He headed down using stairs not elevator and lit up a cigarette along the way (brand – Marauder, a local rolled up cigarette produced not just a mile away utility store).

As he reached the exit of the apartment a kid wearing denim shirts and trousers stood blocking his way.

“Oi, Oi, Oi, Chin~”

“Oi, Chin~~”

He got close to Hwa’s ear and whispered,

“Oi, can you give me one of those girls of yours? Y’know just for a night. I will even pay you a good sum”

“Y’know that cute blonde girl…. I nee-“

“Sorry just scram brat…. They are the stars of my show. Like hell I would give them to the likes of a cherry boy.”

Hwa put his hands on the kid’s shoulder and whispered,

“Do you even know what a pussy taste like, huh?”

The kid looked bashful and fidgeting.

“It’s the best fish you could have tasted.” Whispered Hwa.

Kid looked at him awestruck, stuttered and opened his mouth about to say something.

“Hahhahaha….. Just joking kid…. Joking.” Laughed out loud Hwa as he passed the kid and disappeared into the street.

He walked through the street as the sun rose up lighting the streets overshadowing the lights of neon with its pure light, beginning of a new day. The rain poured yesterday night flowed through the gutters and washed the street cleansing the city and people of its previous day’s sin. The sun dried the streets erasing every traces of yesterday.

“Wow… people are high and energetic this early. That person rock the looks. This one got nice style. And that one has a nice attitude. I also love that pink t – shirt and short skirt she is wearing. I love it. I love it. I wish the world stays as this.” Hwa thought to himself, as he headed to his workspace which was just a couple of meters away from his apartment.

“Morning Boss.”
Greeted a man with a Russian accent and German ethnicity, wearing a tuxedo lose enough to hide his muscular built and stood towering near 7 feet. Back of his tuxedo read a printed pun ‘What’s a tall person’s worst fear? Celling fans.’

“Good morning, kleiner kerl.”

“Morning boss.”

“Good morning.”

He held open the door to the establishment Chin Hwa owns, Good thing, A club on front and a brothel on behind. A monkey business to be honest. Chin Hwa rents one of his workers for a night and they drug the customer with a special drug, red paradise and rob them blind. The customers waking up in the morning won’t even know they were robbed. They would only remember the ecstasy from the drug.

“Good Morning, oppa.” Said a chorus of voices as he entered the club.

“Good morning, Ladies.” Replied Hwa as he lit up a cigarette.

“Did the supplies arriv—“

 Hwa was interrupted by rustling sound and gentle moans.

A man and a woman, most likely a couple immersed themselves in sexual pleasure as the male dig through her clothes to her chest and she slowly rubbed his thighs up and down touching his delicate part.

“This early and in the front seat, huh? Are they trying to get me behind bars, huh? It is illegal Y’know, huh?”

Hwa looked at them with a distressed face. Kleiner kerl who was quick to catch that on, grabbed the guy by his shoulders and the female by her wrist and dragged them behind the alleyway to throw them out.

“So…. Oh yeah the supplies, Supplies, huh?”

“Where are the supplies, honey, huh?” asked Hwa in a gentle tone to one of his workers.

“Behind, oppa.” Replied the girl.

He headed to the alleyway only to be interrupted by the moaning sound. But this time it was kleiner kerl who was doing that girl he dragged to throw out and gentleman was nowhere to found.

“Fufufu.”

“THIS GUY…~”

“This might be the truck.” Said Hwa as he opened the back shutter of the truck.

“What the fuck? Fuck? What is even goi – “

“Hey, Kerl get over here.” Said Hwa in agitated tone.

Kerl rushed to Hwa pulling his pants up and tying his belt.

“What the fuck? Fuck?” What is even going on here?” Said Kerl.

The package or the supplies they were expecting did not arrive but instead a box with a handwritten letter attached to it arrived. The handwriting on the letter was so neat it was on par with the best calligrapher in China but with certain grammar and spelling errors. It can be said that the letter was written in an utmost urgency.

The letter read out,

“The anonymous,
Unknown Adreess,
2005.07.02.

Good thing club,
The Manager,
Dear person who owns the supplies,

We have taken hold of your supplies. You can never get iit bakc. We no need money or anyting you has. We are the fighters of justice and keepers of peace. Peace out.

Sincerely,
Fighters of Justice and keepers of peace. “

“What this poor written letter and what’s in that box, huh?” Asked Hwa.

Kerl slowly began to open the box using his bike keys as Hwa kept on mumbling to himself in distress.

“Surely it is some kids work. Fuck, since that movie came out last year every kid has been like this.”

“What was even that movie, huh?…. Like some arachnid guy or something.” Said as he lit up a cigarette.

“Boss you have to see this.” Hurried Kerl.

Taking a peak onto it, Hwa’s legs began to shake and pupils dilated and felt nauseous upon the sight. He let go of the cigarette in his hand he just lit.

“A dead Baby, huh?!” Asked Hwa in a shaky voice.

“Noooo. A shaved rabbit!” Replied Kerl.