Chapter 50: Race
He strode towards the corner he saw the priest earlier, and saw him standing wearing the woman's clothe.
Regan saw the woman earlier sprawled stark naked on the ground, the priest raised his head and chuckled “you must have found out, I guess you are not ordinary at all, who are you?” the priest asked.
Regan stood aloof, his hands in his pockets, “the one to kill you” he answered leisurely.
The priest lifted his face upward and started laughing, Regan started hearing footfalls behind him, and saw those who were inside the church building standing behind him.
They all looked confuse “why is the priest wearing a lady's clothe?” someone raised the question, and they started discussing like a spectator, Regan's corners of lips twitched.
“Silence!” The priest ordered with his face flushed, he couldn't bear being called out for his outfit.
They trembled and shut their mouths, “you…” the Priest pointed at Regan, “you said you are here to kill me?” he reiterated what Regan have said earlier.
“Of course” Regan scoffed nonchalantly.
“Dream on” the Priest roared maniacally, and leaped high, and jumped on top of the church building.
The town's folks who came for cleaning, screamed and scurried away in panic, Regan looked at the Priest who is at the top of the building leisurely.
“Are you running away?” he asked, without taking any action.
The Priest at the top of the building paused, he pondered on his action, wondering if he is going to run away from just a human who have discovered his secret, or stay put and fight.
After he weighed the two possibilities, he decided to lose his face.
Go to hell!
He cursed Regan in his head and dashed towards the forest, Regan stomped his feet on the ground, and paused time.
The Priest stuck in midair, those who were scampering away from the churchyard stood still.
Their bodies were motionless, and their minds foggy, Regan jumped and dragged the Priest down.
He tore the gown on his body, Regan eyes lit up, and he smacked his lips “you look better now” he said generously.
He dragged him into his dimensional pocket, and straightened up, he started walking away, he stomped his feet, and the people stuck earlier started running.
Regan exited the town, and entered his car, he drove away from the town, heading to the City, while he is still on his way.
He saw a car speeding after him, he stepped on the brake, and floored the tyres.
The cars aligned, and he saw a man sitting on the wheel trying to strike a conversation, “do you dare do a race with me?” the man proposed a challenge.
Regan's eyes lit up “I want to” he replied the man who laughed boisterously, he was overjoyed, and nearly plunged his car in a mountain.
“What is the prize?” Regan asked, the man chuckled “our cars” he replied.
“Not bad, should we start?” Regan asked, the man hesitated, but when he knew of the plans he had established, he nodded.
The two of them floored their cars and shot out with great speed, Regan started overtaking him slowly, Regan sensed that the man wasn't competing fairly.
“I am going to defeat you” he said mockingly, and brought out the tongue, his action infuriated the man, and he goaded him into speeding up.
The man overtook Regan and started laughing, “hey kid, you can't beat me in a car race at all” he smirked.
Regan eyes dimmed and reclined on the driver's seat, he stepped on the brake and watched tentatively, he saw the driver lose control, and his tyres collapsed.
Regan drove slowly and met him, his car swerve out of the tarred road, the driver came out.
“Did you plan this?” the driver asked with his hands spread, Regan's corners of lips twitched.
How did I plan this when you are the one?
He thought, “let me go and get some help” the man said and started jogging away.
“No need” Regan told him, but he insisted and jogged into the bush, Regan dragged the car into his dimensional pocket, after removing the nails that punctured the tyres.
He returned to his car and stared driving away, he peaked his rearview and saw the drivers and saw some bandits emerged from the mountain, he chuckled.
When he reached the City of Wrestvel, it was dark, he drove to a café, and ate, before coming out.
He saw a brightly lit shop, it piqued his curiosity, he strode towards the building and started hearing loud voices.
He pushed open the door, and saw some group of people in a corner, and a man with a microphone standing on the stage.
On a red carpet, two people were holding glasses of water, one was filled to the brim while the other is half the volume of the cup.
While standing with the spectators, while on them lamented “I have lost fifty bucks and won nothing, shit, we are being swindled” Another commented “Yes, hey, dude not have his cup filled to the brim ever since I came here”
The race ended and the man with the cup with half volume of water won the race, “the prize goes to him” the man holding the microphone announced and raised his arm.
“Come on, I would have won him if my cup isn't filled to the brim too, why can't I have my cup volume filled half, damn!”
The man holding the microphone heard him grumbling “hey, go home if you don't have a better luck, stop disturbing the game” he told him and swept his gaze at the people standing as spectators.
“Anyone wants to play?” he asked with a cheerful smile, “you might be the lucky winner to ending his winning streak” he pointed at the man who has won seventh bets in a role.
“I-”
A voice came from the spectator's gathering, everyone turned around to trace the owner of the voice.
The man in charge was overjoyed, “come, come, come” he stuttered with a big smile on his face.