Just when he thought he had it all, Mark was hanging on a thin thread, he's made his promise, and claims to be a man of his word and yet... This woman seems to be threatening his happiness just when he thought he had it. Without much thought to it, Mark grinds his teeth and angrily makes a call. "Yes boss," the man from earlier responds much to Mark's detest despite being the one who called. "That woman, where did you find her from?" He asks. There's a moment of silence, followed by whispers as he hears his subordinates whisper in confusion amongst themselves. "Can someone answer me!" He yells. "Um, sir, you see she was referred to us by the weapon dealer you've been frequent with, you were the one who asked us to reach out to him for a hand," they respond. Mark turns red with anger as he roars, "Make sure that women never set foot in the hideout, or I will have your head!"With his words he hangs up, trying his best to remain calm while chanting to himself. "I'll kill that wo
The ring of a bell washes through the cafe as another patron opens the door. Narrow eyes appraise the person who steps into the cafe before dismissing him when she sees it's not her target. The woman groans before lifting her wrist.Opal checks her watch while surreptitiously sipping her cup of espresso.She scrunches her nose, her tongue curdling due to the bitter taste of the drink.'He's late.' she thinks, annoyance buzzing through her.The man could have at least stuck to the time. It was already twenty-seven minutes past ten and she hasn't seen the hide or hair of the irritating man.The door rings again and as if summoned by her thoughts the man in question is standing there.Mark looks deceptively Charming in his charcoal blazer and snug sweater. He doesn't look like a man who has constant blood on his hands.The man scans the establishment with his eyes, those dark orbs pausing when they spot opal.The woman straightens on instinct, refusing to be intimidated by Mark. He nods
Opal stuffs her cold fingers into her jacket pockets, cursing to herself at the fact that she forgot her gloves. To her credit, she didn't know that the weather would get this cold this early in the morning. The forecast had only reported clear skies as far as the eye can see.She keeps on walking, heading for a private car pack to get her car back.Opal still couldn't believe Mark let her go just like that.As if on cue, she feels the hair in the back of her head stand on end, the feeling that she was being watched buzzing through her nerves.Her steps stutter a bit when she realizes this but she keeps on moving as if she didn't notice anything.She increases her pace, hoping that whoever the watcher was, they would stop after they get bored.The woman surreptitiously glances from the corner of her eyes, trying to get a glimpse of her new stalkers.Opal hopes that the people watching her would just stick to observing. But after a few minutes and several twisting alleyways later the
Car drives for hours, with no sign of slowing down or any interference. Opal, stuck inside the trunk with her hands bound together at her back could only cry silently and say her last prayer as she waited to see what they would do to her. If she never pretended to ass out, then she probably might have been forced to die and fall into eternal sleep, but now that the worst was over, Opal was faced with a very important question…“What should I do?” The car didn’t seem to show any sign of slowing down, she can tell it meant they were far from their location, but she can’t help but wonder where exactly they were headed.“I just need to free myself,” she whispers.Wiggling could only help her to move, but the real problem was her hands were bound behind, he legs as well, at least it would have been for someone new to kidnapping.By pushing her legs forward, she could finally get her hands on the bands on her legs and fight her hands to hold on tight to the bind, she could feel her elbow
“Good morning,” with a peck from Mark, Leia felt goosebumps as he made his way to the sofa.She couldn’t help but notice the way he beamed happily and energized as he stared at her, to the point where it felt as if the sun was a bit too bright in the living room. “You seem to be in an awful lot of good mood, it’s starting to make me sick, and I mean very sick seeing you so happy,” Leia tells him with a creeped-out look on her face, but it bounced back by Mark’s happy smile. “Well, I know you don’t mean it,” Mark responds much to her distaste and averts her eyes back to watching the Tv while she munches on some snacks. With a chuckle, Mark stood up from his couch and carried himself to Leia’s side, resting his head upon her shoulders comfortably. Refusing to spare him a glance, Leia continues with her movie, “Don’t be so confident about that. I won’t be here unless you didn’t make my life a living hell.”“If you say so my dear,” he whispers, his eyes closed as if he wanted to drift
Mark hears a crash, the sound drowning out the screaming of his mother.The ear-splitting sound of metal against metal scraping against each other scratches against his ear drums. There's the sound of glass breaking and metal groaning before it becomes painfully silent."Mom? Dad?." Mark's voice is tentative, his hand shaking as he grips his phone to his ear.Anxiety kills him when he fails to hear an answer from either of his parents. His friends worries as if they just withnessed a live scene of a horror movie. It seemed so hard to believe their ears while Mark was overcome with shock and grief that he stood frozen. "Hey!" His friends tap his shoulder when he revives himself, quickly dailing his father's number. When his call does not yield replies he immediately hangs up and races away from the school auditorium.His legs quickly eat up dirt and asphalt as he runs to the school's parking lot. He pants as he runs, feeling shaky and unhinged as he speeds to the lot. He looks aro
No!His shout reverberates around the intersection.The boy stops at the side where the hand is sticking out. He feels trepidation but tries to brace himself but nothing could have prepared him for the sight of his parent's Bodies.His eyes find his mother first.Agatha looks like she had taken a bludger to the head, With messed up hair and blood trickling down her scalp. She leans against the window at an uncomfortable angle and from the cracks and fissures in the glass she must have hit her head there."M-mom." He chokes out with a heavy voice. But the woman does not reply. She doesn't do anything. She just keeps on Laying there in her bloody dress and glass-littered chair.A small part of him thinks that she's not breathing.Mark immediately turns his attention to his father then, trying to push down that thought and nearly sobs out when his eyes meet the slumped visage of his father.The man's grey-flecked head is on the steering wheel with blood dripping from a cut on his temples
The sky cries instead of the gloomy who stands still, watching as his parents are slowly lowered six feet deep. One by one people walk towards him, dropping a flower into the lowering casket as they wish their condolences. Mark, all the while just stares at the casket with absolutely no strength in his voice and no words to say. "My brother was a very good man, you can't imagine how sad it is for me knowing he left his only son and little boy alone, but don't worry, I'll take care of you as it is now my responsibility," his uncle says. Mark unsure what to say looks at his Uncle with red baggy eyes, he watches as he cries his eyes out, and even his aunt comes over to comfort him. Never would he have guessed that on the day of one of his happiest moments, he would lose his family just like that. But... Something troubles him the more. With his relatives wrapping their arms around him, shielding his vision from his father's grave as they escort him away, Mark could only wonder wh