Chapter 3: Chapter 3
MANY WAYS TO KILL!
The stadium was almost empty but the men dressed like penguins meant business. Jason also realized that he was supposed to meet a few other individuals waiting to commence the medical test. Still, what he just experienced left him thinking. 'Maybe I can see the future.' He smiled. 'The gods must have been trying to tell me something.'
Alas! He had a reputation for being hopelessly mischievous. Back at his club, he was the clown of the dressing room. As a result, everyone that came with him didn't bother themselves with whether or not he had an expression on his face.
His mind soon dumped the idea of being contacted by the heavens. Jason went back to analyzing the physique and general appearance of the lady in glasses that just happened to come out of his dream. She had a mesmerizing effect on him.
When it got to the time they had to shake hands, he focused all his attention on the texture of her palm. 'Oh my freaking gosh! This lady just won the Guinness World Record for the most tender but firm grip!' He was literally shouting in his weird mind.
"Mr. Sam!" The angrier looking penguin stared at him. The man appeared somewhat jealous. "People let go of one another's hand after a normal handshake!" His voice jolted the athlete back to reality. Jason still admired the young lady's lovely face for one more second before finally letting go awkwardly. He wondered what she was thinking at that given instant. But the visitors soon followed the members of staff into a tunnel.
Jason could swear on his newly found power as a clairvoyant that she looked back at him in a way that showed her interest. Nonetheless, it wasn't long before his latest crush went out of sight to handle other affairs. Shockingly, her absence frustrated the talented athlete a great deal.
On several occasions during the medical test, he was shirtless. At some point he was taken to a treadmill. Different gizmos were attached to his thick broad chest and six-pack abs. He had a well-built body due to being very hard-working as a result of how particularly sensitive he was about his virile look.
"Hold on a sec, the doctor will attend to you shortly," someone said. When Jason heard the sweet sounding voice, he knew that she had finally found her way back to him. He quickly turned to admire the young lady from the crown of her head to the sole of her feet. To his greatest surprise, he saw the dourest face in the multiverse! It was a boyish man that spoke to him.
In less than a hundred minutes, a dourer looking middle-aged medical practitioner arrived. He was most likely from a parallel multiverse. When the boyish man saw him, he stopped scribbling his endless nothings and left. Jason didn't know if he was to be grateful or depressed!
Half an hour later, a masked and goofy female human being hurried to meet the practitioner. 'Is it just me or does this club have so many freaks on their payroll?' Jason asked himself. It appeared as if she was on a mission to save Lordham from a most hazardous specimen. There was a badge the size of a cell phone pinned to her chest. "Jemimah Carpenter" was boldly written on it.
Ordinarily, it would have been really remarkable to recognize who was behind the lab coat, hand gloves, odd cap and mask. But Jason was now extraordinary, or so he thought. When he saw the eyes behind the pair of glasses again, something clicked! He heaved a sigh of relief. The athlete was very excited to see his crush.
She probably introduced herself when they met on the pitch. But he was too lost in thoughts to remember her name. So this served as a chance to correct that. "Hi Jemimah!" He tried to strike a conversation. But it was as if it fell on deaf ears. She didn't say a word. Although her eyes focused on him briefly.
The medical practitioner looked at Jason too, but he remained quiet and went back to doing what doctors do.
Jason was as stubborn as uncountable thickheaded mules. He had no plan of relenting. Jemimah's hairline was outside the odd cap on her head. Every single strand of hair was lustrous, curled and seemingly glued to her skin. 'I would happily live naked on The North Pole if that's what it takes to take her with me for the night.' He felt like kicking the doctor's head. 'One practitioner in white can't possibly stop me!'
"I know this is so cliché, but last night, I saw you in my dream. Can you believe that?" He made another attempt. Jason couldn't tell for sure if she smiled, frowned or planned to murder him. However, a soft line became visible on her forehead.
"Sir, this is a formal procedure. Your silence will be much appreciated," the doctor warned albeit politely.
A scissors was lying helplessly on a table. Jason looked at it with a sinister smile on his face. 'There are many ways to kill a rat, and a doctor too!' Anger seethed in his heart and sheer frustration was written all over him.