voyage

“In order to determine whether there is anything we can know with certainty, we first have to doubt everything we know.” Rene' Descartes
Voyage
My name is Mike Harris, and I am not a killer!

Chapter 1
July 23, 2011

I slowly opened my eyes and began to rub them with my hands causing the eye mucus buildup to drop off my eyes. I rolled over to the left side of the bed expecting to see my fiancée sleeping. To my surprise, I found a cold empty spot right where she should have been. I slowly raised my head trying to see where she went; I noticed there were blankets wrapped around my exposed body. I tried to remember what happen last night, but all I was getting were blanks. When I tried harder, I felt an aching tension growing within my head. Which I knew would soon evolve into a headache. I tried to collect my thoughts as I rolled back over and saw the ominous red glow of the alarm clock sitting on the edge of the nightstand. The clock indicated that it was nine in the morning. I began to worry about where my fiancée had gone.

“She must be getting coffee or some food.” I mumbled to myself. I began to fantasize about the possibility of eating soon. “Malted waffles with fresh strawberries and bananas on top sounds really good.” I thought as I recalled. When Kate’s friend Alicia told us about them, she explained the waffles were so soft and fluffy. The malted milk in the batter instead of regular milk and adding some chocolate syrup in the mix makes them taste just like Whopper candies. I imagine myself satisfying my taste buds and allowing myself to savor the delicious milky chocolate flavor I thought as I licked the bottom of my lip.

I got tired of dreaming about the food and was worried about Kate. I decided that it was time I should get dressed and go find Kate. I saw the sunlight peeking through the beautiful curtain covering a window. I jumped out of bed and stepped on a black petite case, which used to hold the engagement ring.

I quickly picked up the box from off the floor. “Good job, I hope I did not break the ring. I spent a fortune on that.” I thought as I opened the box and to my surprise, it was empty.

I placed the empty box on the bed and decided to get ready to go downstairs. I immediately headed to the bathroom and stepped onto the cold tile floor of the shower. I washed my body and my hair, and stood in the hot water allowing it to soothe my muscles and relax my body for a few seconds. I turned off the water and stepped out splashing water on the floor. I wiped my hands on the mirror making the fog disappear; my reflection appeared in its place. My auburn hair was sticking up in the air and was a total mess I used my hands and forcefully rubbed my hair straight down.

I reached the sink and turned on some cold water splashing it over my face, cleaning all my pores and hoped to wake up some more. I tried again to remember what happen last night, but to no avail. Once I was done washing my face, I grabbed a clean towel from off the towel rack. I quickly dried off my face and placed the towel back on the rack. Before I put the towel back, I had noticed the design on the towel giving me a sense that something did not feel right. I flipped the towel back over and saw the words Trump Waikiki printed in exquisite writing.
For some reason, I did not recognize the title of the hotel. I knew there was something going on and began to explore throughout the room looking for some kind of clue about what happened last night.

I exited the bathroom and began to investigate through the hotel's dresser looking for my clothes. I pulled out a red short-sleeved shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. While I was getting dressed, I noticed all of Kate’s clothes disappeared from the dresser. I tore apart the dresser looking for some answers why Kate’s clothes are not here. In the middle of my search, I found a horrifying revelation I reached the bottom of the dresser drawer and I placed my hand on something wet and slippery. Out of confusion, I pulled my hand away and looked at what was all over my hand, to my surprise I found my hand covered in blood. I quickly pulled out a bloodied shirt; and heard a heavy thud as something hit the floor under the dresser. I instinctively reached my hand underneath the dresser, trying to pick up what fell and my hand groped the freezing metal frame of a gun. I pulled the gun from out of underneath the dresser, realized the gun was a Desert Eagle. I shoved the shirt and the gun back into the dresser.

I was more perplexed than ever before, I hurried as I exited the room and walked to the elevators. I pressed the down arrow switch and impatiently began to stare at the lights above the elevator that displayed what floor it was at I tapped my foot impatiently. After a couple minutes of waiting, the elevator finally arrived I stepped in and pressed the button to the lobby. While I was waiting for the doors to close, I heard people running up the stairway and through the stairway door. There were three men dressed in black bulletproof vests equipped with pistols as they went down the hallway with weapons drawn. The men suddenly stopped at the door of my hotel room. I stared at the men, as they were getting ready to break through my room. The elevator's doors sealed shut blocking my view and leaving me alone with my fears. Many different possibilities of what has happened to my fiancée made me freak out.


“What the hell is going on?”I loudly asked no one.

Once the elevator stopped, I hurried out and ran right into the hotel's manager causing both of us to collapse to the ground.
“I’m so sorry sir I did not mean to cause such a disturbance in your hotel.” I apologized as I got up and presented my hand to help the manager back up from the ground.
Before I could assist the manager up, he began to scream, “Help, the killer is escaping!”
Out of fright, I ran out of the hotel without a second to look back. As soon as I exited the building, I noticed this city was not the same one I was in last night.
“Kate, where are you?”I yelled, begging for a response.
I tried to process everything that just happened to me in the past hour that I had been awake