Wanted Here – Ch.2 | KT OLLA

IT was 8 at night and Marcuz had just been back from the tour that took his whole time.

Their finalist class had arranged the celebratory treat as a road trip across most parts of the entire campus.

It was all fun and everything dance and treat.

Yes, a live band played instrumental jazz… the modern style, up the deck of a moving truck.

Then the booming engine cruised the roads of Cannon. It piloted a white sleek coach moving the finalist party around campus.

This was how the class of pure chemistry dotted their last stop. And Marcuz López got a bit fired up to smile.

Now Cannon University had its vast campus stretching over a single island on Central America’s Caribbean Sea…

Around the Afro-Caribbean populations of Latin America.

So, stretching far and wide like a city-state on its own, its control was co-owned by the English, French and Spanish-speaking countries of the Afro-Caribbeans.

Yes, the island was a chunk of beauty. Its wet and dry seasons appeared twice every year. Bringing its rains in two distinct seasons and its heat also in two.

Then its wet seasons got so cold and frosty in fact, that they often dripped with snowfall.

Cannon sat warm and cold at the southeast end of subtropical North America.

It stuck out of the upper continent as part in a ridge of clustered islands called Caribbean Isles. The entire ridge bordering close to the tropics of South America.

Now Cannon stood as pride of the Caribbean Sea. For even across its washed ground, there lay structures and forms re-creating the network ridge of all the island states forming it. 

So the place was a stretch of nature and architecture. And touring that ground in haste took the students till late evening.

Now Marcuz stepped into a coffee house around his faculty as soon as the bus dropped him. 

He ordered an iced cappuccino to step down food as he’d taken all the junk their party had to offer. 

The boy took out his phone to unwind, so he scrolled through his chat messages first…

Yet everything in his chat spelled school and completing study.

So, before he’d begin to sulk over the missing last dot again, he quickly closed the app and opened his browser.

He was there in the new app to search fun stuff. Now before he could think of something, there were the trend topics popping up so he could click.

He stayed on them a bit, trying to see what he’d missed in the past days. And a few of those news bits took him back to now.

They were big headlines on Cannon University.

Fresh Cannon-alumnus’ relative testifies to psychomicide, names cousin as victim

Psychomicide case: New witness appears for plaintiff, upholds psychomicide attempt

Cannon vs. Martinez: Plaintiff’s case still alleged psychomicide —Prosecuting Counsel

Yes, it was psychomicide everywhere on the Caribbean Islands. And everyplace people go, there was someone at least in one corner of the street protesting it on placards.

So, it just had a way of popping up everywhere people looked. As it was then doing on a school leaver’s interests.

Marcuz quickly tapped on one of the articles.

He’d been following these reports since the beginning of everything. As it was an ongoing case in a Jamaican court, which involved his institution and a young couple named Martinez.

It was the case that had thrown psychomicide on everyone’s lips.

Now the early twenty recalled this as he opened the page. He recalled how the case had blown up from the earliest time.

He was in his second year then, writing his second semester papers.

Cannon University was sued for a strangely odd crime. So the case had quickly become a hot trend.

Most peoples of Caribbean Sea saw a need to pitch the cause. From Jamaica, to Cuba, to Dominican Republic, and the Bahamas – nations on the Greater Antilles of the island ridge...

All the way round to Dominica, Barbados and Puerto Rico on the Lesser Antilles—people fought Psychomicide on a new level.

The news people called it, “The Case of the Decade.” Then they went through their record and hyped it as “Case of the Century.”

It was everything fire, with everyone talking it. The school’s alumni were willing to witness. Even students so wanted to testify.

The plaintiff’s lawyers badged into the campus with pressmen tailing them. Everything was to find witnesses.

But then Cannon University didn’t stay passive. The citadel closed its gates on the lawyers and the pressmen.

It also threatened to sue for disruption of business.

Yes, it was everything wildfire on the Antilles. But Marcuz knew too much than to tell.

Now, the kid stopped wanting to browse the internet, as that topic disturbed him.

He closed the page, closed the browser too, then tapped on his music player.

He opened his backpack and took out a headphone. Then he plugged his ears, hit the app to play, and quietly sipped his coffee.

“You’re through with college, guy! Psychomicide’s just their cup of coffee!”

That was him running from stress.