Chapter 15: Let’s Get Down To Business"So umm… just run it back. Run all of this…" he said, with his arms in the air, "...run all of this back.""What more should I say that I haven’t already told you Robbie boy. I'm just your reflection.""Really? I didn't notice. Cause you're not really…" he plumped down to the bed, "... You're not really doing reflection type shit right now. And it's freaking me the fuck out.""Really Rob? After all the shit you've been through, this is the one thing that's freaking you out?""Look, I'm not really going with the idea I'm speaking to my fucking shadow here. You're supposed to be quiet, and copying me, and not engaging me in a conversation.""And you’re supposed to look like a human being. Not some walking dead type of shit. So get your head out of your ass, and stop exaggerating. This is all because of that ring you got there." It said, pointing to Robert's middle finger. Robert looked down at his patchy hand and noticed the ring too. "So you're b
C16: She Hit Me with A Gun BTW"You can't see be serious.""I'm dead serious. Well, not dead serious but you get the–""Sorry. So sorry to interrupt but what's your name again?" Robert asked, sounding very impatient all of a sudden."I'm your re–""Yeah well I can't really call you my reflection if you're not reflecting off anything. Shit, right now I can only hear your voice" he said, turning around and looking at every corner of the grounds he could see in the murky night. "It's just me and a bunch of bushes out here." He said, his voice echoing in the night's breeze. "So if you don't mind" he piped down a little, "what… is … your… name?"After a few seconds of silence, "Kay. Call me Kay" it said in its usual dark tone."Okay… Kay" Robert said. trying to steady and control himself. "I'm a twenty-one-year-old man who's life's already a living hell. I lost my real parents, I lost my foster mother…”“Robert, what exactly does this have to do with any—”“No, now I’m talking. This is wh
Chapter 17: Everything’s Okay"Open up. Taylor, I know you’re in the there. Upon this goddamned–" the completely drunk character said, banging on the door, only for it to slowly creak open."Robert? What are you? Look, I know you're pissed but you have to–""Shut it. I don't want to hear one word. This time you… you listen to me." He said, almost staggering back in the process."Just come inside. Let's talk about this like civilized –""Liar. You lied to me. I was nothing but completely honest and open with all of you, and all of you, lied to me." He said with a hiccup. "You know, i get the fact that we're all supposed to grow up, but I'm not sure that means we should just forget what we all were. And I'm pretty dogged on the fact that you guys weren't supposed to take a piss on what we all shared.” He said, audibly angry. “You know…you know how many times I'd get flashbacks of the moments we'd spent at Maya’s? You know how many times I wish I could just go back there for a second and
Chapter 18: Ecstasy "Are you sure you're making the right decision Robert? It's not like I'm forcing you out or anything, you could just –""I'm sure Gerald" he said, zipping up his bag, while maintaining eye contact with the ‘just over middle-aged’ landlord, "I'm sure" he whispered again."Well, not sure there's anything I can really say to make you stay with us anymore. I'm sure we'll all miss you in one way or the other" he said, gesturing with his head to apartment upstairs, just above his. "Yeah well, I'm pretty sure Miss Crawford isn't among that thinning list. But anyhuu, was nice being your tenant or whatever they call it", he said, reaching for a handshake with his aging 'landlord'. "Really boy, you're gonna do an old man like that?" He smiled, slowly taking his time to look up from the hand and into his eyes, wobbling all the way through, but his walking stick helping aiding him a little. "You've been a tenant here for almost four years, I at least deserve a hug" he smile
Chapter 19: Delivery For…Childhood. The joy that comes with going through that stage of life is so underrated. I mean sure, some people didn't exactly have it good growing up, and might just be doing a whole lot better now that they’re all grown up. But others? My God, that was the life. To have people at your beck and call, attending to you and you could just choose whether or not to give a fuck? To have almost everything you wanted at the tip of your fingers? To have so many people care so much about you and the slightest sneeze or cough could get you a warm bath, hug or snack. Damn, that was definitely the life. Nowadays my adolescent ass gets stared at, not even "bless you'd" when I cough a little too hard. My point though, living as a small kid, maybe even a baby, was ironically enough, living large. The slightest stuff could easily garner attention. Nowadays the struggle for attention is infinite, and the attention you actually get, infinitesimal. The responsibilities, having
Chapter 20: Don’t Do Drugs Kids"You've got to be shitting me. What the fuck are you doing here? Thought you were some deli–""Don't. Don't even start with me" she said, looking at Robert brazenly. "You think I'm all butterflies in my stomach to see you either? How’d you even get employ—Oh. Never mind” she said with a sudden change of demeanor. “This is not the time or the place to have this conversation. So if you could just focus on your job, and me on mine, I bet we can both act like that day never happened. Deal?" She said, stretching out her hands. "Deal. But I'm pretty sure you’d be better off not shaking my hands. At least not now" he said. "Any washroom around h–""Second room to your right. And get back soon, your first couple hours at work aren't going to be a walk in the park. I promise you that." She said facing her desktop and continuing her work. "Okay then" he said, carefully getting up from his chair, for fear that he would trip over his high self and mess up his pre
Chapter 21: SEE"Yours truly, Your dearest Uncle, Jonathan" he concluded, dropping his pen, closing his jotter and slipping it under his bed. He was about to take short nap before "the moment" when…"Jonathan. The suited-up guard called, knocking on his cell. "It's time" He remarked with a serious countenanceWithout a fuss or argument, he slowly sat back up, walked towards the opening of the cell, and put his hands through the bar, as if to say, "cuff me". And that's exactly what the guard did, pretty reluctantly too."Odogwu! Odogwu! Odogwu!" the other prisoners in their respective cells kept chanting the popular Nigerian praise as the tall, dark, 'cyclops' gradually made his way down the prison to the 'site' where he was to be executed. Chains on both his hands and feet, a long, unkept, almost dreadlock-looking hair, and a pinkish glow to his right eye. This indeed looked like a monster of a man. As he gradually made his way to the guillotine, he slowly took what was definitely one
Chapter 22: W…W…Wasted“So, will that be all sir?”“Something stronger please. Just give me something way stronger. I need to get the taste of the ass I’ve been kissing all day off my lips”, he emotionlessly said, dropping his empty shot of tequila.“Will do sir.” The bar man professionally answered, heading to the back to source for something that would match the gentleman’s low spirit. “Thanks” he feigned a smile, trying to get the taste of bitter alcohol out his mouth.“You shouldn’t force yourself to take it if you don’t like it” a light voice chipped in from the seat beside him.“Yeah well when life’s got you by the balls, there’s really not much shit you can do. You just force yourself to like it at this point”, he said, without even glancing to see the young brunette beside him. “True” she chuckled lightly, patiently waiting for the bar man herself, so she could take some shots too. “My name’s Olivia by the way.” She smiled, trying to waste time but at the same time seem huma
Chapter 40: Fate He sat completely still, gazing aloofly at the plain door of his room. Sitting in wait of whatever was going to walk through the door. Of whoever was going to walk through the door. Hours passed, but his focus never once shuddered. He knew what was coming. All he had to do was keep his eyes open, no matter how tired he felt, even if took the entire murky night. All of a sudden, his door creaked open, and he couldn't but shudder at what was on the other side. But in movie-like manner, it unveiled itself with a graceful pace. First his left hand slowly, finger by finger, crept on the door. His nails about five inches long, and skin, pale and scaly. Then his body slowly but surely made its way through. He was still in his uniform. The usual long-sleeved shirt covered by a white lab coat and blue jeans. And then his faced slowly poked through. His skin looked pale but smoother than his scaly hands. His chapped lips a little smaller, same for his nose. But the real touri
Chapter 39: Newton’s Third Law"Would you look at that Kay? This is what's become of the elders now ayy?" She smiled, looking at the tall gated building that lay in front of them. "They have grown weak and weary sweetheart. This is the best time to take advantage of th–""But remind me why we're doing this again?" she said, in a rare moment of hesitation."How many times do we have to go over this one Mar–""I just want to know why exactly I'm walking into a den of old men that have nothing to do with what I'm here for."If it could sigh, it probably would. But his dark, deep, and frightening voice (even for Mary) chimed with unquestionable fury as he said, "The elders are the only people with enough power and wisdom to put an end to you in seconds Mary. You can either have this all planned out, thinking your plan to get back on your siblings it okay, then watch it fall to pieces when they come knocking. Or, you could deal with these bastards right–""Chill chill" she said, with a sm
Chapter 38: There’s More than the Eight"Come on Dr. Draymond, I'm the worst person to ask about stuff like this.""Yes, I understand Mr. Barrison, but the reports are concerning your body. Stuff that you swallowed, and/or injected yourself with. Virtually no one can answer these questions better than…" he took of his glasses, showcasing his piercing set of weary blue eyes and delicate wrinkles"...better than you" He completed, with the most inquisitive yet calming demeanor. Raymond settled himself, for fear that in a fit to say something honest, and push the spotlight off him, he'd offend the doctor that looked like someone in his early fifties. So he took a deep sigh, closed then opened his eyes, trying to calm down, and said in a voice betrayed by exhaustion, "Fine then. What do you want to want to know Doc?""Great!" He put back on his glasses, the picked up the set of files he had earlier dropped. "You haven't had a history of drug abuse, have you Mr. Barrison?""Woah, woah, woa
Chapter 37: Now you see me, Now You see what I want you to see"What do you mean we're fucked?""How else do you want me to explain it to you Kayla? We … are… fucked" he slowly enunciated, stressing every single syllable. "Repeating we're fucked doesn't make me understand the situation any better. So, if you could just explain to me what you saw, and what exactly is going on, maybe I'd understand why exactly we're fucked.""Okay" he walked over to one of the couches and hurriedly took a seat, Makayla following suit almost immediately. "You remember Mary, right?""Umm Mary? She was… like, she's the one that… she…""Short hair, loveable girl, beautiful smile…”“Can’t really put my finger on it” she said, trying to jog her memory.“She was the youngest one of us in the foster home when we were–""Oh yes, now I remember" she said, the name finally ringing a bell. "Fair, fine, loveable and sweet. How could I forget Mary?" she smiled heartily on remembering the fond memories she had of her
Chapter 36: We’re fuckedThere wasn't any audible response, making her anxiety levels go through the roof. Instead, the gentle knock repeated itself, and this time, even calmer which made her tense up even more. Her fingers started twitching and her eyes glowing but somehow, she sounded even more frightened. "I said who's–" "Open up Makayla, it's Jonathan." The instantly recognizable voice echoed up from the opposite side of the door. "Shit" she said, finally loosening up both her posture and breathing. Carefully, but speedily making her way to the door, she unlocked it, and there he was, not all that mystical and awe-inspiring this time."So you didn't die or disappear this time" she joked, lightening up a little with a smirk on her face. "if I didn't know better, I'd think you–" before she was even able to complete her statement, he walked in without saying a word, and plopped down to one of the couches in the living room."Sure, you can come in" she gently locked the door behind
Chapter 35: This Wasn’t No Ponzi CartelTo imagine that something happening more than ten kilometers away was having such profound effects on a community like this would be almost unfathomable on a normal day. However, this was no normal day. And this once quiet community became even more quiet after the events that had taken and were taking place elsewhere but at that exact moment. Even the usual chirping birds hanging on the lovely oak trees around stood still for fear that a single whistle could get them on the list too. This all came to an abrupt end when a beat-up Toyota zoomed as fast as its engine could afford into the driveway that led up to the cul-de-sac, a gathering of bungalows just a couple steps ahead. It screeched to a halt just in front of a lightly gated house and out stepped a hassled, fidgeting character. "Come on, let's go" she said, slamming her door shut and quickly making her way to the opposite side of the car. She hurriedly opened the passenger door beside h
Chapter 34: Chaos“For there to be universal peace there must first be universal chaos”. Sounds real murky right? Yeah, that one was from mission impossible: fallout. You tend to learn stuff from most of the movies you watch right? More or less. However, as dark as it sounds, it’s also quite intriguing, that concept. And now that I think about it, it may have some layer of factuality to it. Maybe in fact there must be great suffering for unquestionable order to be imposed. But this shit right here, was a whole different level of universal chaos. He watched from up above, floating in the air, as the facility slowly burned to the ground. To imagine that there was in fact something that could make the most hardened criminals run for their lives was scary. Just the thought of it, the inferno that made the low but mighty scurry to safety, made demons look like pathetic fools. And he enjoyed every piece of the action, floating up high and watching the magic show.But there’s always ‘the o
Chapter 33: Shotgun“Who’s ready to go to the park?” she said in a light voice, trying to get some adrenaline rushing.“Okay. Let’s Gooooooo!” the young teenager said enthusiastically. The complete opposite of the demeanor his elder sister had on. “Really mom, the park? I feel like I’m too old for that” she said, crossing her hands in front of her. “Wow. So, you’re too old for parks but just right for bed time stories?” she said, trying to get Raymond all ‘suited up’. “They’re not the same mom” she said, plopping to the couch beside her. “I don’t want to go.”"Oh. Well that's fine" she stood up, hand over her son's back. " I guess I'll just have to tell Marcus you said hi.""Marcus is coming?" She said, almost too eagerly. "I mean. 'oh, he's going to be there too?" She rephrased, trying to tone down the enthusiasm. "Of course he's coming" she smiled, softly stroking the tender hair of her son. "I invited a couple families for a kind of 'multi-date' type of thing. A few matters con
Chapter 32: The MurkiesThe dark, resonating voice sent a trickle of fear down her spine, and without thinking, she immediately got up from the floor and was about to head back to the hospital. When just as she turned, another murky figure slowly came out of the darkness. “Come on, it’s kind of rude not to answer when someone says ‘hi’ sweetheart” he said, slowly etching closer to her. Seeing that she really had no options, being cornered from both sides, she made a break for the space in the middle. Running as fast as she could to wherever her feeble legs could take her. The two dark figures met side by side, watching her run off, crossing the empty, streetlight-filled road and into a field that was virtually a cul-de-sac. “I’m not going to chase you” they both echoed in disturbingly similar fashion.Running through the field, maize crops smacking against her from every side, she maintained a steady pace. Refusing to give up nor relent until she made it out. And thankfully, she did