Andrew After a series of confrontations by the police, we all came to an understanding, but not before I was pushed to the edge and wanted to unleash fury on those bastards. Vincent, who had always been on the unleashing end, was now the one holding me back. Those idiots didn’t want to get any case against them because Joshua was an influential billionaire. Any order from him and everyone in the police would be fired. That is what they made us see during our last clash. However, when they saw the target had changed to a not-so-influential threat, they cooperated, though they were still apprehensive. I swore to myself that I’d have all of them fired when we find Anne and get her back safely. Before Vincent went in, we had placed ourselves on different locations on the lookout for Fiona’s moves. I prayed she’d want to get things over with, now that things between her and Vincent were seemingly looking up. That is exactly what she did, because a few hours into watching Vincent enter, w
Vincent Dad had involved more people than I thought. The army and many security agencies were now part of the search, but it was made top secret. Although I was sure Joshua had Anne, I still concurred that it could be anyone. According to them, Anne and I had made public waves for a while, and the media just got to know of the companies and other investments I owned, so anyone could have taken Anne to make money. It was all bull! Joshua took Anne, and I was going to find her, my way. I wasn't going to look at Anne's mum and sister one more time and tell them I couldn't find their daughter. The Scott family had arrived the day after we told them of Anne's disappearance and since have helping out the best they could. Though most times, all Anne's mum did was cry her out. Makayla was the one rubbing minds with us . After my encounter with Fiona, I’d slept off for a while because I was really inebriated but the effects didn’t stay for long. The thoughts of Anne and her whereabouts, a
Anne If it were just the sea in sight, it would have been less shocking. I was rooted to the sand when all around my view lay bloodied bodies. I gasped and covered my mouth as huge, electric shivers ran from the tip of my feet straight to the core of my heart where, just like the steam engines of the Titanic, it began grinding against my heart. I couldn’t breathe. It was just like in Umende, but this wasn’t a virus. These people were shot dead. There was blood everywhere. ‘Vincent!’ I gasped, darting my eyes around. I forced myself to keep moving and get to safety, wherever that was, to avoid meeting the same fate as the people laying on the sandy ground. Too late. Right in front of me stood Joshua. He had dumped the jacket he had on earlier and was wearing his white designer’s shirt, which was now ripped and bloody like every dead body here. I stared at his predator-like stance and evil smirk, then wondered if truly it was my end. “Aren’t you the little damsel in distress ever
Anne I couldn’t breathe! I couldn’t see properly! It was as if a dead weight was placed on top of me, making it impossible to get air in. ‘What the heck is going on?!’ I inhaled all the air I could gather in my lungs when I felt relief from the heaviness on my body. The light entering my eyes was harsh. I had to squint to see properly. My vision was blurry, but I could make out men in uniform surrounding me and lifting a bag of stone off of me. ‘Was there an explosion?’ I thought, feeling myself being lifted off the floor into a sitting position. I must have passed out from the explosion. “Ma’am, ma’am! Are you alright?” I heard one of the uniformed men ask me. “Yeah, I’m fine. What happened?” I asked, still squinting to see properly. “He knocked you off when he blocked you,” the man said with a glint of pity in his eyes. I creased my brows to understand what he was yapping about. ‘Who knocked who off?’ That was when it hit me. “Vincent…” I started confused, “Vincent! Vi
Anne There was yelling everywhere. I could also hear the annoying loud shriek of the siren just inches from my ear, making me scrunch up my face in sheer annoyance. “Anny!” I heard someone call out to me. It sounded so much like Pamela, or was Makayla, no...mum! I couldn't tell. ‘Was she in danger?’ I asked myself, trying to reach out my hand to her. But every movement I made came out futile. It was as if something like straps were holding me down. The worst part was, everywhere was freaking dark. ‘Am I still held captive? Did they pluck out my eyes? Was seeing Vincent, Andrew, and the uniformed men all a dream? Am I dead?!’ All these thoughts flew through my head in quick succession, but no answers were forthcoming. I tried again to open my eyes and move my limbs, but nothing. The only part of my body I could access were my ears, which I couldn’t, unfortunately, turn off; and my mind’s eye, which was floating in the abyss of confusion. I tried to scream. I did scream, but the so
Andrew No! My brother couldn’t be dead. It was impossible! It wasn’t happening! The heartbeat monitor went on a long beep again. I stared blankly at my mum wailing uncontrollably on the floor of Sawyer memorial. My dad had severally tried to scrub in and join the other surgeons in the theater, but the nurses and the social worker kept him away. “That’s my son in there,” he would croak out, trying hard to contain his emotions. “Sir, we know, but you can’t go in there. Please try to be calm.” They didn’t want to handle him roughly because, well, he’s their boss. They had the theater locked up and blocked the door with their bodies as if he was going to break the door open and enter. When it went on for quite some time, I had to intervene. I moved over to where they were struggling with my dad and grabbed dad by the shoulders. Dad almost jabbed me with the back of his elbow to ward the new intruder off if he hadn’t seen me on time. “Andrew… your brother… he’s in there…” he repor
Andrew This was how it felt like for my family when I was the one fighting for my life. It felt like hell... hell I tell you. My mum was a complete mess. She couldn’t eat a thing for almost a week. We could only get her to drink small amounts of beverages and a few bites of her favorite dishes. The rest of the time, she’d sit in Vincent’s hospital room, mopping at him, since he was brought out of the intensive care unit two weeks ago. Vin wasn’t out of danger yet. He was constantly and closely monitored by the doctors and my mum and dad of course. Sometime last week, he had gone into cardiac arrest and was briefly sent into intensive care again. But up until now, he’d been stable. Dad had to work, but being his hospital, he had the advantage of popping in now and then to see us all. Not that he couldn’t take some time off to stay with us, but because he needed a distraction. Cutting and stitching people’s heads gave him that. You could see, from how loosely his tailored suit hung to
Anne “Vincent!!” I yelled, almost falling off my bed from fright. My mum, sister, Pam, and Joan rushed to me at once. I was confused why they all had smiles and worry at the same time, till I looked around and saw all the hospital room signs. I’d seen myself on the island again, with the armies surrounding me, and Vincent running in slow-mo towards me with the same expressions that led me to turn. In my line of vision stood Fiona who had run out from the trees and had aimed at me, releasing the bullets with a quick, energetic flick of her index finger. I soon saw a body block mine, then a pair of arms wrapped around me before the bullet could reach me. I felt the body jerk towards me as if stunned, then go rigid, while tightening its grip on me. I looked into Vincent’s watery eyes and saw the life, emotions, and color slowly drain from his face as he fell to his knees and then to the floor. It wasn’t the force of his impact that knocked me off, it was the horrible shock of seeing