Jessy's story had reminded Dale of her plan of action. She remembered the things she had in mind. Her mother, her plot to kill Ken and the holy demon. But then she knew she couldn't do these things unless she had the right training and Jessy was the only available one, the only one she had yelled to that way. Being brought up in the cottage, living in a prison for a life, Dale realized she had never been so free with anyone, not even her mother, the way she was with Jessy. Unlike other kids who had left, Dale was determined to scale through the whole situation, bearing Jessy's behavior and get equipped for her revenge.
Soon it was twilight and the two had packed up ready for action."So umm, now what's gonna happen? Dale asked but Jessy kept on fastening the silencer to the guns they would use. "Please it's not the right time to play boss, remember we are choosing to be partners."
The hefty man called out again but got no reply; he then opted to point his gun at her. Dale burnt intention, her legs began shaking, her skin drew out cold sweat. But then she heard the loud cry of a lady in distress. Dale clutched her fist with the determination to save a soul."What's up homie?" She questioned.
The years had flown by and now the city knew someone had stood up to the Lords. They called them "neros." Which literally meant black.Jessy and Nicky were now officially super heros to those who saw them as such, and to others they were enemies, those who made more gains from the frivolous business of the gang men. Some of these people included;
“I knew this was going to happen. Damn! I was late too late, I should have acted faster. What do I do now?” Dale lamented pacing from side to side and scattering her hair, wondering what her next plan of action would be. After some series of lamenting, she pulled herself out of her negative thoughts knowing she must save Jessy and put the house in order. She had to.
She managed the vehicle towards the bridge. With the killer gaining on her and care, point his gun at her driver seat. Dale turned the vehicle towards his position and jumped out through the other side Jessy sat on. Again the speed of the vehicle caused her to also partake in the rolling feat but the brick walls of the bridge stopped her.
The guards left with Dale in his hands noticed she had a briefcase chained to her wrist. At first he got carried away but took his eyes off the tempting case playing the loyal guards, but then this good virtue suffered sustainability as his eyes kept on going back towards the case. He knelt there holding Dale in his hands but his eyes greedily searching the content of the silver briefcase.
"Well, I've been alone looking for my friend the whole time, I couldn't find him and was probably homeless. Then I was saved by a good woman. She helped me throughout the years and then I found out she was an old police officer who fought criminals and her whole family were murdered during the cold war. We were attacked and I got injured while she died." Dale summarized the words like they meant nothing at all.
Soon the ordination service ended and almost all refused to go as they were engulfed in his presence. More like the presence of dignitaries. The alter suffered crocodile tears, as men and women gathered together there pouring out their hearts as if it were the last day on Earth. Women pulling and pushing forward their reluctant kids towards the seated
Dale was surprised to find out that the area was now developed, new houses constructed along the street, a large supermarket was built near a fuel station with buyers rushing in and out the building. Dale wondered if it was there the whole time or if she was in a strange street."Where are we?" Dale asked
The loud sounds had jerked Dale back to life. She turned and found her guardian angel in great pain, her left arm gripped to the bullet wound at the right side of her waist. The two watched each other and though they looked in silence they spoke words of consolation. Dale began crying, she was sorry for the pain she had put her through. "Mum," was all she could say.
On hearing her last words, Dale forced her eyes open, frequently blinking to master the itchy liquids in her eyes and forcing her lens to focus. She found Zoe utterly naked standing before her. "You are crazy," Dale stated out of anxiety, but then Zoe maintained a stern look and pointed at the far end of the
“Out the room. Now!” Zoe screamed charging towards Dale.“Boss, please you’re gonna have to take things easy.” A man tried stopping her.
"Wow! That was deep, thanks boss." Zoe appreciated and began rubbing his face. "Well I needed that too, and really I love this place." He replied, scanning the ceiling.
"Wow!" Dale marveled at her skills but of course she did these sayings within her. "Please I'm sorry." He pleaded crying and shaking like a prey in the hands of a lion.
Dale dropped each morsel of the pasta into the ready polluted water and each time she did this the water foamed and soon the bucket of water turned into a lather-bath for a baby. Finally there was somone to contend with and since Zoe and the priest had decided to be on the top of her kill chart, Dale considered this pleasure.
"What's the matter with her? So soft! A real chicken. I'm sure it was this attitude which led to becoming the holy sex slave to the priest. Rubbish!" Dale yelled in anger. Dale kept back her gun and sat on her bed still provoked by what just happened. And then she thought of Jessy and remembered an advice on a situation like this but found non
It was five minutes to five that morning. First it was a crowing rooster and then a flock of them joined the business of awareness. And then when it was five, the steel tower bell was now being rung, this object was loud enough to wake whoever lived miles away from it. Dale had always heard this from afar and never expected such as she was still cuddling on the comfy b