The Unpublished
Article: Checkmate
Daneal Geofth wasn’t his real name.
In fact, he has no name.
Jumble the letters and eureka! You
have the answer what he is and not who he is.
An angel of death? Duh.
What is this, some sort of
exaggeration?
So he is a mysterious magician who
bears no records at all and the world wants to know him very well. But, no one
successfully did any report or any articles about this man. That’s why I interviewed
him.
An article about him will pave my
way to fame. I’ll be the first writer in the history publishing his biography.
Because of him, I’ll be rich.
I was waiting for the end of his
show at a nearby restaurant for a right timing. After his “Houdini-Houdini”
performance at a circus, I approached him in the backstage as fast as I can
cross the road without turning back.
Whoops! I’m being blocked by huge
bodies of bouncers but Thanks God! He saw me and took me in his dressing room
along with his two daring assistants.
I tried to talk to both hot chicks but
with my surprise, they sounded sumo wrestlers. They were gays! My goodness! They
were too talkative.
After a while, they offered me a
seat in a couch and a drink.
Daneal asked me what my approach all
about was.
I said “records-“
And there was a moment of silence.
Daneal smiled. His assistants noticed him and they moved out of the room.
Why? He was smiling and they moved
out?
I heard them from the outside
locking the door and leaving us alone. There were no windows or any emergency
exits for me to escape. There was no signal. The room was soundproof.
Bulletproof or any “proof-proof”.
I was thinking, am I still in good
hands? I don’t know him yet. My gosh, I’m hoping he’s not a maniac. Please
don’t rape me Daneal.
I was so green and bad minded that
time. All he does was to smile and watch me hesitating.
Suddenly, he touched my lap and
suggested a game, chess, for us not to be bored during the interview.
What?! A game. Haha. I thought he
was going to rape me.
So the game began. He took the white
pieces and mine was black. For every move, I was throwing him a question and he
was answering back. I recorded his voice replies and I got my pen and paper to jot
down his responses. I was very happy that I have now his complete biography.
Yes!
I also felt winning the game. I was
too confident to move my queen piece to check his King. I knew I’ll win. But,
he demanded to pause the game for a while. He sat back in his couch and sang a
song I don’t know. His voice was so cold like a dying person.
I asked him why he is called Angel
of Death. And, he replied that he delivers souls upon their death to hell or
may be in heaven.
I laughed. I dared to ask him when
my death is. Then it frightened me when he answered,
“Previously. You’re already dead.
Why are you so reckless about your life? Why do you strive much for wealth? You
think I can make you rich. You think I can make you famous. ”
“Dead? You’re such a comedian.
That’s impossible. I am alive. See?”
He opened the door and we went
outside.
I really am dead. There was an
accident and I saw my body lying down. Now I remember I cross the road lately
without noticing the noise that happened behind.
For the final move, where I’m
already gone, Daneal moved his Knight piece and said,
“Checkmate”.
