The Fall: Chapter 5. Wrath

From now on, I refuse to believe that this is reality!

I run through the crowd and emerge at the entrance of the Huang Ming Tower. I turn around and observe. Still a sea of people; not just in front of the tower, but surrounding the tower. It is a very boring sight. I enter the building through a revolving glass door, still unmasked.

Someone punches me in the nose. A man, to be specific. I’ve met many weird males today. I flinch backwards. I massage my nose. Luckily, it wasn’t a strong punch, but damn, my nose is bleeding!

“Son of a bitch! Don’t you dare enter this building like you own this place! What’s with that coffee-stained business suit? I’ve never seen your shitty face before!”

Let me think, this middle-aged man has a nose of a dog! He can smell this shit, even though I’ve bathed in the rain! I doubt he can actually see the stains; they’re all washed off.

The man seems to be holding a mop. A cleaner, I guess? A rather dirty cleaner with flies surrounding him (literally!).

“Ignore him, he has no parents, no friends, and his wife and kid left him.”

The cleaner stares at the man who spoke, who seems to be wearing formal attire similar to mine: white top, dark grey bottom, black shoes; without the overcoat. This man is slightly more wrinkled compared to the cleaner, although he certainly looks a lot cleaner. This is the most ironic situation.

“Mind your own shitty business. I clean. You work to help your fat ugly boss get his paycheck to pay me. It is that simple.”

“Oh, an uneducated, unloved, untidy cleaner talking back to me. I see. However, I am kind, so I will forgive you.”

‘Kind my ass!”

“You really want me to kind your ass, eh?”

The fight between the two rather immature men would’ve been more interesting to watch if Huang Ming is here. A fight. An actual fight. Huang Ming has been into fights before, but have never spectated a real fight; anyone who is near Huang Ming will never fight, for Huang Ming has such positive influence on everyone.

It would be perfect if I have my mask now, so that I can calm these two men and heal their hearts. But this is not something caused by the heart, no, pure wrath is caused by instincts.

Huang Ming will help me solve this. I just have to find him. I have to hurry.

I head towards the elevator. A businessman stands in front of me, slightly to the left. He turns around. His eyes are flaming.

“I do not recognize you. Please leave this building.”

Of course! No one recognizes me, how dare I forget? This isn’t reality, because I refuse to believe that this is reality!

“I said leave.”

Yet Huang Ming wants me to find him.

This man doesn’t know Huang Ming, therefore, my reason is invalid. When the elevator door opens, I simply walk towards it.

He tries to restrain me with his right arm. However, to act while angry is an instinctive act, not a rational one. I predict every single one of his moves, from a punch to the nose, to a kick to the shin, to a jab to the left eye, to a stab to the heart (using a pen). I simply step back to avoid each attack.

As he is exhausted, I simply walk in. Yes, all that is accomplished during the short period of time in which the elevator door stayed open. The door closes. I press the “78” button. The elevator starts rising. Yes, the elevator door opens again after the same amount of time in which the elevator door remained open.

I am on the 8^th floor.

The elevator door refuses to close. I wait for twenty seconds. The “close door” button does not work. So I leave. The elevator to the right of the one I was in is now on the 78^th floor. The other three elevators malfunctioned. This is going to take a while.

There’s nothing in front of me, except a wall with a picture of Huang Ming, and a single passage to the right.

I hear voices coming from a corner. I pretend to be normal, which is done by simply not pretending at all.

“Don’t tell anyone about this, but I found a way to save this company!”

I simply walk past the two businessmen around the corner. They did not notice me. A man walks past me while talking to someone on the phone.

“Yes, boss! I bet my entire life on this! You can trust me.”

Another businessman, also on the phone, passes by.

“You tell anyone about the truth, and I’ll kill your children in front of your eyes, and eat them!”

Another.

“Remember, never touch my laptop. Don’t even go near it. If anything goes wrong, I’ll slaughter you.”

Another. (This is getting repetitive)

“What the fuck did you just say? You saw someone spill his coffee on my desk?”