The Rise Of The Consortium

The doctor was muttering something angrily. He was pacing across the room, with his hands folded behind him. Rio entered the room quickly and paused to take a look. It looked chaotic. She had no idea how a doctor's cabin looked like, but it shouldn't be this disorganized as it was. She couldn't hear anything the doctor was saying but she felt as if he was sad.

"Excuse me, I want to know how my mother got back to her home on her own," asked Rio to the doctor who had white curly hair. He was still pacing across the dimly lit room. The only source of light was all the tiny windows located above the walls. She cleared her throat to catch his attention but he was still muttering and thumping across the room.

"Excuse me, could you please tell me…." when she repeated, the doctor snapped his fingers and sat down on his chair. He pulled out a small pipe-like object and soon smoke started filling across the room.

"Could you please tell me why my mother…." began Rio.

"I know I know. Your mother, his sister, her boyfriend, his girlfriend, it can happen to anyone. But how did your mother got back on her own, is known to that bratty boy." finished the doctor, taking a whiff from his pipe. Rio felt confused. Who is the person the doctor is talking about?

"Thinks he can make people walk with a single syringe,'' said the doctor. "He doesn't stop thinking himself great, even when all the medical research failed. Idiot boy." puffing a mouthful of smoke lazily.

"Who was it? " asked Rio swallowing. She wondered whether she should have asked that.

"Oh, why don't you sit down first?" the doctor motioned her to sit in front of the table, clearing away the mess on the table. "The person I'm talking about is Helms. Add the doctor before it, if you want to, " said the doctor. "You can't know if he's a real one or not. Nowadays anyone can become a doctor, " he said as he cleared away his belongings while balancing his smoking pipe on the corner of his mouth. So a person named Helms helped her mother. But why? Her brows furrowed as she fell in deep thought.

"But he forgets that every time you take the syringe full of that antidote, you become weaker. Instead of being trailed in every fifteen days, you get trailed earlier." said the doctor after clearing away things in front of him and putting his nameplate on the front. It read 'Dr. Boulin Holtz, MD'. There was written neurologist underneath in parentheses. He sat down smiling to himself.