Third person p.o.v.
" Arrrgh, you stepped on me mother fucker!"
" Shhhh.. you'd wake them up"
He released a sigh and glanced at his watch. " How much longer do we have to wait? My back is killing me for bending too long"
" Stop whining and be a man. We'd just wait for that Iris girl to go to bed and we move"
" Hmmmph.. fine"
The two stayed crouched behind the flower beds as they watched her window, following her every movement.
Infact, at some point they didn't mind watching her a little longer when she took off her dress to take a shower.
They admired her slender body from afar even though all they could see was her outline from her head to her thighs.
" Damn.. are you sure we can't hit another target after this?" The one with the spiky platinum blonde hair said, as his eyes were slowly dilating whilst he watched her.
" No!. We've gotta concentrate" says the one with the deep brown hair and mostly referred to as the brains of any operation.
" No wonder that guy likes her, she's hot" the blonde continued as he watched her till she disappeared from their sight.
" Yeah, he likes her and almost got married today. Genuine like indeed"
The blonde man chuckled a bit at the memory and ruffled his partners hair.
" Nice act today Chez, who knew that gunpowder could give the exact same sound effect of an actual gun?"
" Everyone does Santiago, now shut up"
" You're all cranky"
" I'm not"
" You are"
"I'm not"
" You are Chez"
"I'm not Santiago"
" But you are" Santiago says, attracting a sigh from Chez before he speaks again.
" Fine I am cranky" Chez admits, still not taking his eyes off the window.
Santiago smiles at his victory and talks again.
" We need a break you know? I'm exhausted"
" Tell that to the boss when we get back but for now, we move" Chez says as soon as the lights in her room went off.
Standing tall to his feet and gently stretching out his stouted muscles till he heard a crack.
" Now that's better" he continues with a sigh of relief and began slowly walking to the back door.
Chez had always been on the good looking side. With his slightly crooked nose, really tall physique of a six'five, daring stormy grey eyes and lean muscular build.
Infact if he was ever sent on a mission, it was to either lure ladies or in some extreme cases. Men.
So when he was chosen as a spy and planter, least to say, he was surprised. But he had to do it anyway.
Santiago on the other hand, had always been a spy, planter and the curt of deceit. Always sent into circles or groups to gain their trust, then sabotage.
He was never really the best at looking good but he was not a sore for eyesight. He was an average in everything, including his height.
Chez and Santiago were inducted into the circle on the same day and so we're classed in the same level, just of different categories.
Both had been successful ever since in their various fields.
Never have they had to work together. Until now.
And Chez was definitely not enjoying it.
" Hey, calm down bro." Santiago says as he rushed to meet up with his partner.
" No" came Chez's curt reply as he pulled out the back door key which they had stolen from the house twelve hours earlier and slipped it into the keyhole.
In no time, they were in the building and made their way for the kitchen after locking the door once again.
" I'll keep watch, set up the stuff" Chez says to which Santiago had no argument against as he began pulling out the apparatus from the small satchel in his hold.
The two were both being careful and cautious with what they were doing and less than a minute was enough for Santiago to have planted the bomb as instructed. All that's left is to set the timer.
Chez on the other hand, noticed the lights in the room they had been monitoring come on as little rays escaped from the spaces surrounding the door.
At first he watched the door to know if she'd turn it off again but when he paid close attention, he heard shuffling coming closer.
With hasty but silent steps, he got back to the kitchen and dragged out Santiago who was still setting the timer.
" Dude, I ain't finished yet" Santiago complained when he was yanked away.
" Shhhh.. she's awake again. We've gotta hide"
" But my timing stopped at five minutes, it's gonna begin beeping anytime-"
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Santiago couldn't finish his statement cause what he feared was already happening.
" Shit. Look, we've got no time to make it to the back door and I think that girl's gonna come out soon. So we'll hide under the stairs till She's out and we'll use her window"
Santiago nodded in approval and they headed for the stairs and stood back against the wall, then a click was heard and light illuminated the area but their position was still shrouded in darkness.
They listened closely till they heard footsteps retreat and Chez peeped to be sure she was gone.
When the coast was clear, he motioned for Santiago to follow his footsteps and he did.
Swiftly they got into the room but as Santiago was heading for the window, Chez seemed a little distracted.
" Dude, in case you've forgotten, we've got a five minute timer against us" he reminded his partner.
" I know, I'm only contemplating how much of a devil I am if this little angel dies" Chez says with a hint of regret in his voice.
" What?" Santiago's confused voice came out but it's only when he turned around did he notice the sleeping baby all wrapped up.
He actually seemed dumbfounded as he watched her snore. He wasn't actually expecting a baby to be in the house when he planted the bomb.
" She's beautiful isn't she?" Chez asked as he noticed Santiago's expression.
" Let's take her" Santiago suggests as he leaves the window and approaches the two.
" Do you still have that knock out gas? I don't want her waking up and yelling"
Santiago pulls out the little bottle from his satchel and hands it over to Chez, who in turn opened it up and set it near the baby girls nose.
Slowly, they began to notice her body limping and realized the effects had kicked in.
" Jesus!! Everyone!! Wake up! It's a bomb!! There's a bomb! Everyone!!!!" They heard the scream from the living room and knew it was a signal to leave.
Very quickly, Chez picked up the sleeping girl and followed Santiago directly behind as they used the window to escape.
Hunter's p.o.v " And yesterday can be classified as a bad Friday for the McConnell family as hours after the wedding disruption, the personal residence of the very own son of The Mr McConnell was brought down to the ground in ashes, sometime between eleven pm to twelve AM. According to the phone calls gotten by the police from Mr McConnell himself, he says everyone is safe and doing well except for a missing child who goes by the name Louisa Shawn. Five years of age. The police have vowed to bring the perpetrators to justice, but if anyone spots this little girl anywhere kindly keep her safe and or report to the nearest security body" The newscaster keeps on speaking as an image of Louisa that was emailed to the police this morning appears on the screen.
Third person p.o.v.The little girl blinked at least twice to be sure she was awake and not still dreaming, but the environment still looked the same. An old creaked sofa directly opposite her line of sight, a few wooden stools scattered here and there, torn curtains and dusty shelves. Louisa could swear that this was a set for a movie, and the shadow cast nature of the room wasn't helping matters. She used her hands to elevate herself from the cushion she was placed upon, and she may have used a little too much force because the moment her tiny hands came in contact with the plushy surface, she raised a blinding array of dust. And she couldn't help but sneeze. Twice actually. That was when she began to hear shuffling from the other side of the four cornered enclosure."I think she's awake" a voice whispe
Iris's p.o.v." I'll get it" Megan says as she rises from her sitting position by my side to answer the door. I briefly wiped my tears and rose to my feet also. Megan's mom tried to hold me down a bit but I passed her a weak smile and stood." My goodness Bonita.. how are you!? Where's your brother and Brooks junior?" A sopranic voice rang through out the living room and I suspected it had to be their aunt Laurel. Soon, there was a clatter of voices. The exchange of pleasantries created a buzz of excitement through out the room as everyone here was familiar with her, including Edward, Cheryn, Claudette, Guillermo and Jenny.Perks of living with Hunter. The rest of the family appeared jovially, with bright smiles on their faces out of their various locations to come welcome their sister/aunt. I think she came with her husb
Iris's p.o.v.Nine pm. It's almost a whole day since Louisa went missing. A whole day is more than enough to do a lot of things to a little person. Trust me, I do not want to think of the possibilities. We had been designated to various rooms shortly before dinner, for everyone to finally get some rest after eating. I couldn't even eat a thing at the dining table, so I left them all there and headed for my room. Uncle Tucker and his wife were to follow Aunt Laurel home right after dinner. And yeah I was right, she did come with her husband and her son Cody. At least Cody was another light to my day, but his age grade reminded me too much of Louisa so I had to cut our little conversations short. As to why Aunt Laurel had a child as young as
Third person p.o.v. He stood by the door and watched his Aunts' and Uncles' drive away in the cold, starry night. If asked, he's actually against them leaving this late because of recent events. But then he said nothing, since he wasn't asked. In fact, he had said nothing at all through out the day except he was asked a question. Oh, and when he wanted to talk to Iris. He didn't blame her for not wanting to speak to him, he didn't even want to speak with himself. Right now he felt like the most stupid jerk Earth had ever created. And his Dad had no problems with treating him that way. Mr McConnell was the first to come off the porch and step inside the house while the rest stood outside, exchanging tiny chitchats. He really disproved of their choice of location to engage in a conversation bu
Third person p.o.v.Hunter had microwaved some Spanish rice left in the pot and he'd carried a glass of water along with him as he proceeded up the stairs to iris's room. He stood at her door and took a deep breath to calm himself down. After speaking with his Dad, he didn't expect to feel so guilty, he'd expected to feel less responsible but it turned the other way around. Now he'd have to face the new music playing in his head. The one of pure guilt. He knocked thrice on the door and waited for a response, which came not long after as a muffled 'yes?'. Slowly balancing the tray and it's contents on one hand and using the other to open the door, he stepped in only to find Iris faced down on a pillow. And alone. At first he was scared shitless that something had happened to her, but after watching closely, he notice
Third person p.o.v.Louisa lay on the bed across the man who identified himself as Santiago, slowly eyeing the ceiling and counting numbers in the back of her mind.Santiago on the other hand was sitting patiently as the time went by, they explained that they'll be here an hour ago. What exactly is taking them so long is what he couldn't tell.A few moments of silence had passed between them before Louisa sighed and sat up straight, looking Santiago in the eye." You said my mommy is gonna be here"Oh no, Santiago internally exclaimed.Before Louisa agreed to have her meal three hours ago, she had demanded to know where her mother was. Long story cut short, Santiago lied about her whereabouts." Yes she is and she's on her way" he says again, hoping it'll shush her once more." Mommy is never late, I want to talk to her"
Iris's p.o.v." I'm gonna get some groceries, you wanna come?" Megan asks as she throws on a baby blue tank top.I slowly shake my head as I stayed rooted in the spot I had been laying since last night.Megan's eye's clearly turn into one of sadness as she watched me. I didn't want that pity but sometimes in life you don't get what you want." Iris, I really don't know what to do. I'm confused and really broken at this, I don't even know if I'm trying well enough but I know we'll get through this" she says as she leans in to give me a comforting hug.I don't reply her words, but I'm only believing them." I'll be back soon, okay?" She says again and walks out the door, shutting it behind her.I finally feel the dawn of loneliness on me and unknowingly, my tears began to escape once again.I couldn't help it, I've tried but
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FINALLY!!The BULLIED series has come to an end.I want to thank all those who supported me throughout this book and waited till the end… I love you all so much.I always said “I would never support rape” and this is me still saying that I do not support it.I had an idea and a plot, I was inspired by an article I found on Stockholm syndrome… that was why I found the Book 1 necessary to be written, so you can see the back story.I also added other character lives because I would love to be doing spin offs and I wouldn’t want to begin it with back stories of characters you already knew.I was really young when I started this book, with a lot of ideas for it but so little skill hence I wasn’t able to describe some scenes or emotions the way I had it in my head but this only goes to say I would be editing this book from the beginning.I actually thought it was a good idea to not write the main concep
Iris p.o.v.Blankness…That was all I could use to describe what I was feeling at this point.Cause no nouns, no adjectives nor verb could describe what was going on with me.Not just with me, but with everyone else.The entire room was silent while the Judge prepared his verdict in the back room, the only voices you could hear was the muttering of a policewoman to Dylan trying to congratulate him with her words.“You did the right thing.”Her words sounded more like a consolation than an appraisal.Everyone knew it was the right thing, so why did it feel so wrong to me? Its been years and I never thought a day like this would actually ever come.Flashbacks from nights before kept re-occurring in my head, like possibly it was all a dream and someone would come wake me to ask “Are you okay?”But it seemed like everyone was also lost in the dream, in
There was a gunshot in the air and soon enough everyone ran in haphazard directions to cover for safety.“Othniel!? Othniell!?” Meredith yelled out as she tried to take cover also.She crouched behind a shelf and was muttering silent prayers for the sake of her life and her safety. It wasn’t quite long before she felt a hand on her left shoulder and she jumped in fright but calmed her nerves after she saw it was the driver she had been looking for.“What’s going on? How do we get out of here???” she asked as her lips and arms were trembling.Othniel placed a finger on his lips and whispered a littleshhh“follow me”At first, she wondered where he thought he was headed but she wasn’t given enough time to wonder as he pulled her to her feet and ran into one of the dressing rooms.The moment they were in, he jammed the door shut behind them and began searching the entire
Hunter’s p.o.v.“Go check, it might be your reservation customer.” Mrs. Hao said as she looked to Hunter with and eye signal that read,I got this.They were currently trying to discover if they could fish out Claudette’s relatives with her pictures, details or anything else.They just wanted to discover if she could be tracked by any means.“The weirdo?” Tai asked, sipping a bottle of water to refresh herself as she had also had a long day in the café.“Yeah.” He replied her with a disturbed look on his face.This was far more important to him than serving a customer coffee for a date but he had to obey instructions.He picked up his apron from the side stool where he had abandoned it some minutes ago and went back into the restaurant.The fact the entire room looked slightly empty brought a relief to his mind.‘we&r
This was Santiago’s second day of following them and he feels now is the best time to bring in their daughter back to her parents but he wanted to stay a bit longer to know when they would be leaving the shop.The noon sunlight was a bit harsh to his skin and it prickled at his hair follicles but he bore it in good fate because inside the café was always cool so the discomfort was only temporary.Yesterday he wasn’t sure if it was disguise or adjustment to suit the plan but he never understood why Hunter served at the restaurant. It confused him.Hunter might not recognize who he was, after all he was recruited a year or two after Hunter had left… he wasn’t so sure.But he definitely knew who Hunter was, there wasn’t a person on the team who didn’t.One of Soldo’s favorite recruits that backstabbed him. That’s what they were all told that suited his description.They were all warned not
Mrs. Hao watched as anger rolled off his shoulders and she couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at his reactions.“You’re supposed to be in the back with the rest of the team.” She says to him with a smile on her lips as he jerks his head in her direction.“Yeah… I decided to give them some space to work on it.”There was a team of trackers that Mrs. Hao had brought in during the wee hours of the morning to help out with Hunter’s request.And so far, he had seen, they were amazing.“Or you decided to watch your girlfriend, which?” she said again with her smile growing wider.Hunter couldn’t help the grunt that escaped his lips when she made that statement.“She’s not my girlfriend.” He retorted and pretended to be wiping the table while stealing glances at Iris and her new friend.“I suspected; you guys have barely said a word to each oth
He folded the blankets with his sleepy eyes and an unusual ache in his back.The ache didn’t surprise him, what else was he to expect from sleeping on a solid not-so comfortable couch all night.Iris took the room and he decided to sleep in the living room. It was either that or the floor of the room anyways so he really didn’t have much of a choice.He had a meeting with Mrs. Hao this morning. What he needed was a shower and a little breakfast which he presumed he can get at the café also.He arched his back a bit to know if he could get a crack that might release the ache but it was to no avail, so he just went ahead with his daily schedule.The door to the room was closed and he tried knocking to know if she was already up but not properly dressed or if she was sleeping.After the third knock, he heard her say‘its open’from the inside. Only then did he open the door.As he guessed
Hunter knew he had struck a nerve from her reaction when he stated his request all he wanted was her response.And assistance.“I don’t know what you’re talking about” she whispered with a tight smile, most likely trying not to make it obvious to any onlookers that she was in an uncomfortable conversation.“I was sent by Mr. Reid; I need your help.” He whispered back to her.She stared at him for a few seconds with narrow eyes and tight lips as she was trying to decipher if she should believe him or not.“Who are you?” she asked.Hunter remembered when Mr. Reid had informed him that this question was almost inevitable from her, and each party she worked with had a code answer to the question.“I am blue.”She eyes moved frantically around the café to be sure no one was observing nor approaching.“Ahh, Mr. Huong. The regular?”The greeti