Chapter 8: LOVE AT…“Robert, do you have even the slightest clue on the kind of deep shit you put me through? Standing in front of such a prospective investor and not being able to say a thing? I have never been so infuriated in my entire life.”“Including the time when your bride…”“Yes, including the time when my bride left me at the altar. Thank you for bringing up that painful and unnecessary piece of information Trevor.”“Welcome” He answered, taking a sip of the hot cocoa he had wrapped around his fingers. “Sir I honestly…”“Have a legitimate excuse this time? Is that what you want to say? Do you know how long I had to stall for you, and still, you didn’t show up? I…” he held himself back, trying not to get excessively angry now. “I had to talk about politics Robert. Goddamned politics!” he slammed his hand on the long table in front of him, jolting both Rob and Trevor. “I have never been so disgusted with myself in my entire life.”“Including the time when you…”“Don’t even da
Chapter 9: Pandora’s Box“You’ve got to be fucking with me. I hate my life”, He said standing on the wrong end of a bungalow’s prison-like gate, the spaces between the bars giving him enough room to peep through. “You have now reached your…”“Shut up, would you?” he said, switching off his phone and slipping it into his jean pocket. He assessed the gate, trying to calculate how far and high he would need to job to get over it. Could’ve just knocked or rattled the padlock to get attention from whoever was in the house though. “I mean, it’s doable but I haven’t parkoured in a long long time.” He added, stretching out and watching the passerby’s around to see if anyone was paying too much attention the stunt he was about to pull. Turns out when your weekend’s cut short and you’re back in town attending meetings, filing reports and going for appointments, nobody really gives a shit. “Ok then, let’s give it a shot, shall we?” He took off his backpack and flung it over the gate, landing w
Chapter 10: Family is DeadThe Jeers and cheers engulfing the betting center were way too loud to unhear or avoid. If it wasn’t two grown ass men arguing at one side of the room, it was a hopeless, middle-aged one, praying to every single god he knew so they would help him out. "What the fuck is he doing man. He's gonna lose the race if he keeps riding like that." The impatient gambler said, banging his table. "Calm down Mike, he's gonna make it work okay?""Does his horse have athlete's foot or something? Get your head in the game Nine" He screamed, getting up from his table and barking at the television"Trust me. He's gonna make it work.""How the hell would you know Javani? You saw him win already?""Well I wouldn't say that? But I bet three hundred on his ass, so he'd better win" he said, adjusting his face cap."Ladies and gentlemen, this is one of the most one-sided races I've ever seen. Dean Drury in number three is leading by a longshot" the commentator said in an ever-enthu
Chapter 11: I FEEL IT COMING"Come on Rizla, I need to get to the office, let me in.""I'm sorry Robert but I have been given strict instructions from the management themselves to bar your entry into the office. Into the entire building to be honest.”"Come on big guy, you're really going to fuck me over like this? After all the stuff we've been through?""I'm sorry Robbie.""Remember that one time when you got sick and you couldn't write your letter to explain to the management why exactly you got sick? Who wrote the letter for you?""It was you" the buff security guard said, his arms still folded across his chest."And that time you wanted to buy a laptop? Who not only got you the perfect one, but also set it up and gave you fifa20”?"It was you" Rizla said, even sadder"So please man, just let me in, and say I clocked in by twelve or something. We’ll be able to sort ourselves out from the—""It's three in afternoon Robe–""Yes I know it's three in the afternoon but just lie to them
Chapter 12: Naked TruthThirteen Years Ago"Hey Jacob? You in there?" The tiny, tender voice echoed from the wrong end of door."Go away Robert. I'm not in the mood to talk to anybody right now." He said sitting moody on his comfy-looking bed. "I know you don't want to talk to anyone right now Jake, so guess who I was able to call up – ""Robbie not this again –""Mwah ha ha ha, I'm the Boogeyman" the short, skirmish little kid burst into the room without a care. The cape of curtains dangling down his back, and the little paper plate mask he managed to cut two eye holes into, were too tacky to criticize. "You ever had a nightmare Jacob?" He said in voice he tried to make as deep as possible. "What are you doing Robert?" He said, unable to muster enough energy to confront the excuse for a cheer-up tactic."Who's Robert? I know nothing of such a person. But I bet he's a handsome, well built, smart young man" he said, his cape flying with the breeze the ceiling fan gently blew."Reall
Chapter 13: Someone Forgot the Popcorn"Left hand, Right hand, Waves, Vase from cremation. Left hand, right hand, waves, vase from cremation" he repeated, trying to make sense of the carvings on his 'giftbox'. "Makes no sense." He said, gently dropping the box back on the bed, and looking at his hands. "Come on Robbie. We can do this. Let's try this one more time." He stood up from the pile of clothes he'd fallen on, completely naked but he cared little to nothing about that. Something was going on, and he was going to find out. Walking up to the mirror, he eyed his reflection, taking note of any and everything he possibly could. His murky eyes, black, relaxed afro, his fading mustache, tense jaw and his chubby cheeks, everything on his face. His almost fading abs that were gradually starting to be replaced by a pot belly and his loopy chest. "Good. Let's try this again, shall we?" Reaching for the ring, still lying on his poorly laid bed, he eyed every single detail on it. Not that
Chapter 14: This Girl is on Fire2018"Wakey wakey babe, i have to go to work now, and I can't find my tie" The suited-up hunk said, pecking his lover till she woke up. "Really? That quickly? It's still dark outside, what's the time?" She said, trying to reach for the alarm clock beside her."Don't worry about the time now. What's really bothering me is the fact that I can't find my tie. And I can't go out looking like this now, come on" he said, gesticulating with hands to what he believed, was an unkept appearance. The blonde laid there, almost half naked with her silky night gown that did just enough to cover the details of her underwear, and just stared at her twenty-two-year-old boyfriend. His pitch-black eyes and hair that she often ran her hands through like a police officer searching the details of the next person he was about to jail. His perfectly ironed purple suit complimented by a pair of purple pants that definitely did understand the job. His bulging muscles, and beca
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
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