Story Name: RED INK
Genre: Romance and actionEpisode 1 (The beast within)The tall, dark and masculine man assessed the newly bought dagger in his hand, feeling the blunt edge with the tip of his index finger, his enigmatic eyes void of all emotions but one, 'Sai will love this. I have to give it to her. No one else's.' With that one thought in mind, he placed the dagger back in its belt, tucked it in his pocket and walked into the just drizzling rain. He walked, but walked without emotions. His face, carrying a blunt and aloof expression. Because then, everyone with an umbrella watched him as he strolled comfortably under the now heavy and cold downpour of rain, a blur as he walked down the road to the only place he wanted to be, at the Villa, Shafts Mansion--his mansion. He smirked. Sai looked out the window to the place beyond, a dark cloud forming at the horizon and the droplets of rain hitting the closed windows-- hoping for a day she would be able to step out again, view the ocean and laugh like she used to. Thinking about how long she had been here, she tore up with emotion and tears formed in her eyes. Just then, her room door swung open slowly and Clara, her personal maid, came in with a tray of food, used her foot to close the door before placing the tray on the dining table made personally for two; a total ancient wood but fine and smooth to the touch. "Sai, your lunch is ready. Don't you want to eat? You've been sitting by that window since morning" She placed both hands on her waist and observed her. Sai didn't move. She was stiff like a stick. Clara sighed and walked to where she sat, pulled the curtains shut and waited for Sai to give her a response. Then, Sai slowly turned her head to her, her eyes red with tears falling down like water, uncontrollably. " Oh my dear Sai," She dabbed the tears with the tip of her gown. "Stop crying. Stop crying. Crying isn't going to help you. The young master must not see you like this. You know it will break him... it will break him. Do you want to see him broken?" She looked at Sai but the tears were still dropping. The only response was her black pupils contracting and then she looked away from Clara. "Common Sai, you can't be snubbing me. I am your only friend here...and young master's too." She cleaned her tears again and tried standing her up. "Sai, you need to eat to have strength. Come on." With that, Sai slowly walked with the help of Clara to the table and sat gently in her seat. Her hands were shivering but she clasped them together, closing her eyes and praying for courage. Clara opened the plates and arranged a smoked duck on spaghetti and sauce before her and went ahead to eat -- just then, the door opened....the presence of that man's intense stare swept over the room. Even though Sai didn't turn back, she could feel his stare at the back of her neck, she slowly dropped the fork of spaghetti that was going to her mouth and swallowed a big gulp of saliva. "Young master Dillion" Clara acknowledged and stood up with her head a bit bowed. He winced. "Leave us" He ordered."Y-yes sir." She clutched the Hem of her dress nervously, took a quick look at Sai who was now more composed than before and then headed for the door. When the door was closed behind her, she did the sign of the cross and prayed for Sai in her heart while holding back a huge heart lapse. Clara was far older than Sai, ten years older and she knew and have had her own share of life experiences. She'd been working in the Shafts Mansion for five years, of which Sai came in two years ago. Ever since, day in and out, she became the only joyful soul around her as Sai was not permitted to pass the room door. Ever! If she did, it was going to show on the cameras and Clara would be the one to suffer it. She knew the kind of temper Young master Dillion had and she only prayed he'd be in a good mood today-----For Sai's sake. Thinking that, she walked away from the door and went to the sitting room nearby. When the door closed behind him, Dillion walked slowly to where Sai sat and took the other seat, sat opposite her. He observed the table slowly and intently and then looked up at Sai, she was staring right at him, with those same haunted eyes of two years ago. "Did you sleep well?" It took a while before he spoke. Sai looked at him without saying anything, and also not bothering to answer his question, she picked up her fork and poked a cut piece of duck. She put it in her mouth and chewed slowly, the sweetness lingering in her tongue. Dillion watched her every move and his pupils contracted and his eyes narrowed, focusing on her lips. She knew what she was doing. She was taking her time and she knew what she was doing. But not today! No Dillion, not today! He fought back his andrenalin and showed no expression on his face. "Did you sleep well?" He asked again. Sai looked up at him, straight in his eyes and poked another piece of duck without looking away, she put it in her mouth and chewed. She watched his every eye emotion and ate on them, even though his face remained unchanged. She picked up the jug of water and poured herself a glass before gulping it all down. When she was done, she belched internally. "Yes, I slept well" Dillion's eyes brightened, because that was the first time she said she did. But then, his happiness quickly flew away when she added, "You know why? Because I didn't sense your presence this morning. And in my mind, I was hoping YOU'D DIED!" "You!" Dillion took her briskly by her hair, she could have shouted due to pain but she didn't. She endured it and that made the beast in him rage wildly. He pulled her face closer to his. She was a petite young lady, and beautiful, with thick black hair and black eyes that shone brightly but were now dull. "Sai, I warn you not to provoke me! Never! I won't hesitate to hang you by the rope if I ease. Don't you ever have the mindset that I can't do anything to you because you hold a picye of my heart. I won't hold back if I want to. Are we clear, huh?" Sai fought back the pain with a lot of her strength. She was used to this. She shouldn't break down in front of him. Shouldn't. Never! She looked him straight in the eyes with all the hatred she had left in her and more that were still bubbling. "Sai!!" Dillion roared, "I asked if we are clear?!" He pulled her stronger by her hair, felt like it was about pulling from the root. Sai couldn't hold the pain any longer. She yelped loudly and burst out crying, but she couldn't admit she was in pain. When Dillion saw her tears, he instinctively pulled away.RED INKEPISODE 2 (Untamed)She was crying; the type of tears that he couldn't help but feel regret for pulling her like that. Why was she so stubborn? All he needed was for her to show him a little spark of burning desire, but she always portrayed the opposite. Hate. Anger. Hurt...yes hurt and that stung him to the abyss.He looked away and sat down on his seat. "Sit down Sai" Sai looked at him, both hands laying weakly on the floor where she sat, the tears still flowing down her face. "I hate you Dillion! I hate you!!" She stood up and rushed at him, landing a slap on his face. And another. Then another. When she saw he wasn't retaliating, she wailed and started hitting him on his chest. "I hate you...I hate you ..." Clara heard the screaming from the room and prayed within her heart. "Oh God! When will all these stop? When?" She looked at the door and summoned all her courage not to go in and interfere. "God please, let young master take it easy on her. Please please please" Sh
EPISODE 3 (SAI) It was that day in the Lounge, she was dressed so simply. Her thick black hair parked with a string to her neck, her edges so curled. She had a natural lip gloss on and her bright dark eyes could pierce into any soul, gouging out their emotions. She wore a silver wrist watch and her ears were decorated with tiny silver earrings. The ones that you could only tell they were there once they meet with the light---they sparkled so well. She was in a plain white gown and a simple strand of African coloured Chiffon scarf was tied round her neck in a very fashionable elegance and her little kitten heels made a domineering sound in the lounge as she picked up her tiny purse to meet with the person she had been expecting. It was then she passed Dillion and apart from her smile that captivated him, her faint bloomy perfume mixed with the faint scent of coconut oil from her hair threw him off guard as he turned to look at her. She could have known the face anywhere
EPISODE 4: (THE DAYS AHEAD) Dillion had drunk down his last swallow and was now pouring another round for himself before thinking of Sai laying in bed. So he dropped the glass cup and left his bar to the room where the nurse and doctor were administering drip to her.The doctor sensed his presence and looked up at him. "How is she?" Dillion asked. The doctor shook his head "How do I say this to you?" He thought for sometime before picking out the right and shortest way to present the other message. "She is in a coma...like a deep sleep. Nothing to worry about for now." He watched Dillion's face for an emotion but none was evident. So he continued, "If she is able to wake up tonight, then she and the baby would be fine. But if she doesn't wake up tonight, she, and especially the baby would be at risk. But there are ways to make the baby survive, the baby is still very young". "How long does her case take?" The doctor looked at Sai on the bed and said, "Sh
EPISODE 5: The hunt He stood up and started pacing round the room, ignoring the men. "But come to think of it, if I killed you all it would have been nice cause I haven't tasted blood in a while." He slowly turned to look at their terrified faces, taking in the pleasure and then returned to his leisure pacing. "However, if I killed you, I would be short of hands and men... and I need men. So see," he smiled at them. "you are lucky." He bursted out laughing. The room was a bit dark and the light from the table lamp that laid on the floor— when it caught his face in the broken mirror, it reflected a scarred man. A quarter half of his right face wrinkled down to a part of his lower lip. When he saw his face, he frowned but didn't look away like he usually did. Instead, he stared right into his eyes which dilated and said, " I want you all to get that bastard for me. I want him alive so I can give him a living hell. I want to know who he is and the hell he haile
EPISODE 6: The hunt 2 Aurora looked at Lorin who was in front of the mirror assessing the armless silk silver gown that was sent to her yesterday. She looked pleased and content with a plastered smile to her face, her cheek could burn. "You really–reeeally think that he likes you?" She asked her, bewilderment written on her face. "I don't think so. I can smell it!" Lorin dropped the gown on the bed and sat by it. "He could have asked anyone but he chose to ask me." "That doesn't mean anything." "It does to me." She replied her warily. She touched her chest for reassurance and said, "Don't kill my hope." She picked up the jewelry box that accompanied the dress and opened it. "And I am certain he is a bachelor. I haven't seen him with a woman. Ever. This could be my chance." "Your chance to woo your boss?" "Hm-hmmm. I like the way you said it. Woo...I could try my luck." "Isn't he the same boss you always come home cursing when he makes your days difficu
RED INK EPISODE 7:The Hunt 3 ~~ "We are here at Ford mansion, boss." Fred said as he opened the door to the limousine. Dillion stretched his legs, almost meeting Lorin's and dropped his tablet in a corner. When he came out of the car, the evening's cool breeze danced around his face, carrying along the smell of dampness and... grilled chicken. Food. He looked around, seemed like the entrance was at the adjacent angle where people were taking pictures. He turned to the vehicle and helped Lorin to her feet, gently taking her hand. "Thank you." She said, standing beside him. He looked at her, her shoulders were bare. She didn't carry the coat. He stretched into the car and picked up the coat from the seat. He shook it out and wore it around her shoulders. He extended his arm to her, offering it up for appearance. She couldn't contain her smile as she slowly but purposefully wrapped her arm in his. "Shall we?" He asked. She nodded. He
RED INK Ep 8: Triggers Everywhere was blurry. The lights looked distant to her. She perceived the fragrance in the air, it was different and... it was calming. She heard the door open and closed—two or more approaching her bed. A man and a woman. The man looked like he was in a white coat or so, and he had black hair. He was hovering over her, looked like he was looking at her face. "You are awake?" The man asked. She recognized that voice. It sounded familiar. "She's awake?" A female voice asked from across the room. She heard a chair screech as the person stood up. She blinked again. Where was she? She was determined to make her visions clearer. She blinked continuously and slowly succeeded. She noticed the ceiling was made of white POP and a bulb stood in the centre of it. She looked at the three people standing close to her bed. "You're finally awake?" Clara sniffed, wrapping her scarf around her neck. She looked at them as she tried to
RED INKEP 9: Introductions "Wooooow!" Lorin whispered as they strolled into the interior of the party. The theme setting was a pale red and gold, mixed with some silver and glitters. The tables were all set in a fancy glimmer and the wine glasses were arranged so fancifully. She looked up at Dillion, he wasn't amused by the setting, his mind seemed to be somewhere else. From a table by her left hand side, she saw Larry Donas—he was making small talks with a beautiful blonde lady who sat beside him. There were about five people at his table; the table was large. In the ballroom, there stood nine to ten of that same table, all occupied by more people or less. "Where do we sit?" She looked around trying to find an available seat. Her hand was still on Dillion's arm, he didn't reply her. They watched a middle aged man walk up the podium with a smile on his face, dressed in fancy blue suit and a black shirt underneath. Black tie, black shoe, blue trouser. He s
RED INK EP 35: A NEED TO ATTACH ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Why did you do that?" William asked as he took over the driver's seat, while Alexis slid into the passenger's seat. They both closed their doors and fastened their seatbelts. Alexis looked to the road ahead and then to William. "Do what?" William scoffed. "Really? Since when has asking people what they think personally been part of our investigatiions?" "Since when was it ruled out that it couldn't be part of our investigations?" William was lost for words. "B-but.." "Just drive. Alright?" "As your partner, you have to carry me along. I was at a loss in the middle of the whole questions fiasco I thought we were beginning to play house." Alexis smiled. Without saying anything more, William put on the ignition and started the engine of their black Camry car, placed his gear on drive and accelerated. Like he thought, it seemed they were not demoted down to Crookville afterall.When they began to drive at an averge speed after pas
RED INKEPISODE 35: A reward backwards ...... ....SO... Diggy Jones is Matrix and Bricks is the scarred man? Just someone who knows his way around the Underworld. And Bricks who happens to be not so bright affterall, has decided to put himself in harms way to protect the real Diggy Jones, who happens to be Matrix: the mastermind behind the death of the Dedutch family. It seems Matrix was not after the properties of the Dedutch, so what was he after? What did he gain from plotting the deaths of the Dedutch family aside from their properties and wealths? It seems the hierarchy of the underworld is shifting and yet no one knows till today who the LORD of the underworld is. Many have come to claim it, using it for business proposals, using it to save face, to gain recognition and whatnot? if only they knew who it was... if only...It's been two years since the incident, and I have got nothing to implicate him yet, if only he is
RED INKEp 34: A predicted happenstance•• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ••"Miss Linda?" Greg called to her. He was standing half way into the quarter, half of his body showing from between the door like a child peeking into a room. He knew just where exactly to find her.She looked at him from the corner of her eyes as she puffed smoke into the air. This was her second cigarette and some how, it had cooled her nerves down. "Yes? I thought I said for no one to disturb my private time?"Greg didn't know if she was having dementia, but she surely said nothing of such. She did say that she wanted the lawyer and Adam in her office though. That was far from being alone. "There is someone here to see you." He said."Can't the person wait?""Um...I don't think he can."She turned full view to face him. "And who is this VIP person that can not wait?""Mr Spencer's uncle, Mr Dumber." He said. Linda's eyes contracted when she heard the name. The elderly man she stood up the other day? What
RED INKEP 33: A bunch of Spontaneous Representations•• When she arrived for the meeting as planned, everywhere was silent as a chapel where congregation prayed in silent, no noise, no instruments, no movement. But that atmosphere was good for early morning preparations, it kept someone's thought processes sane. She was taking all her effort to discipline herself not to go smoke before the meeting began; she was having a little bit of withdrawal itch, using all she could muster because she didn't want to start the day by smoking cigarettes. She opened her laptop and busied herself by going through the presentation one more time before the actual meeting would commence. Sitting by her left hand side was Diana who had a bored expression on her face, always turning her hand and checking her wrist watch for time. Diana sighed. "Why did we have to be here so early?" She asked. Without riveting her eyes from her laptop's screen, Linda asked, "Why are you complaining? You were the
Dillion's love was Sairham, a woman of grace, intelligence, a woman who was a living contrast to his heated nature, claimed by struggle and unwillingness...... Damian's love interest was a man... a man who was willing to walk his world with him, a man who was as deadly as he was, who complimented him in all he did......and Declan...well Declan was a solo walker...a man of Seclusion...or was he not...?•...and we are many...many too identical... Red ink. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ••RED INKEP 32: Where two roads shall meet and pieces begin to form.•• When Hither walked her to the elevator, he stopped and told her, "When you go downstairs, do not speak to anyone that you were at the top floor. No one. Not even to people outside of the hospital work force. Are we in accord?" Aurora nodded. "Noted." "Once you get down, you go straight to my office and wait for me there." "Are you not coming down?" He shook his head. "Not yet. I forgot I had somethin
RED INKEP 31: Where two roads shall meet•• When Aurora turned to look at the exiting back of Dillion, she was surprised to find that Griggs was also there. She looked at them both from head to their feet, assessing their clothings and shoes. When Dillion passed by her, he smelt of coconut oil and lavender. Why does that fragrance seem familiar? She was very sure she had perceived it somewhere before. Or was it not the same night he had come up to hand her Lorin's purse that she captured that fragrance? Why was he acting oblivious of the fact that they had met before? All these questions kept playing in her head. They were at the door when Hither asked Dillion, "Will you be taking the chopper?"Dillion stopped without looking back and replied, "As always." "Won't you make an appearance?" Hither asked again. Dillion smiled and said, "No." And with that, he walked out of the office to an opposite direction that Aurora could swear an entrance didn't exist in. Their shoes making tip
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •....wherever you see Dilion, there you will find Griggs; and wherever Damian is, there is also Fred. Declan is a solo walker...a man of seclusion.....and there are many of us...many too identical...••RED INKEP 30: Where two roads shall meet•• When Doctor Hither entered her VIP room, he could sense the tension in the atmosphere, but he was also one to convey a distracted appearance when needed be. He had been Sairham's Doctor since the day she arrived in the Shaft's mansion, so he could say they were more than acquaintances. They couldn't discard each other. The first day he treated her, she was a victim of drowning. Griggs was the one who carried her to a small town hospital where she was treated. (He guessed she didn't know that, even now.) Later on, she was transferred to the Shaft's mansion where she was treated specially by doctor Hither. He had done major checkup on her and she seemed to be in good health which also surprised him.
RED INKEP 29: Hold my Disposition•• Sai sat down in her bed, drinking the little soup that was bought for her by Clara. It was goat meat soup boiled together with mushrooms and basil, which added a tender taste to its consistency. It was satisfying her craving. Though she still had drip fixed to her hand, she was feeling better, too well. Her bodyguards had been well fed by Clara who saw the need to get them meals to eat while they were here at the hospital, since they couldn't leave their posts. Now Clara had gone out again, to get them their third meal of the day. It's been two days since she was awake and Dillion had not come to see her. What was happening? Griggs stated that he would come when he was ready to but she just wasn't prepared to be left suspended like this. She drank her last drop of soup from the plate, Crux who seemed to be the most sympathetic one among them helped her with her plate, by placing it on the fridge. "Thank you...C-ruz?" "Crux." He corrected, g
RED INKEP 28: Disposition• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ~~~~ Fred's point of view~~~His motorcycle was a tough zandor 880 with over 1000cc and could travel sixty miles per hour. He chose this cruiser because it was light weight and was very practical. The lamps in front of it were dim because he made it so. His eyes needed to do the seeing and any light could put his target on watch. He brought out his firearm, it was a glock 48, 9 millimeter; and he had two, the other was in his front pocket on his lap , in his black cargo pants. He wore a black face cap over his head, a black mask over his nose and mouth. He was wearing a radio transmitter earphones on before removing it and tucking it in his cargo pants. He was by the bush, where he had parked hsi car the previous night, and just as he thought, someone else was here. It wasn't their plan for it to go this way, but then, this person could also lead them to who they wanted. He had watched a fire build up in t