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
"We need to talk, and please don't lie to me," he says the moment he walks into his uncle's room without knocking. His uncle perplexed by the sudden occurrence stares at him like he's seen a ghost. Seeing how his nephew just barged in, he could only understand that it was nothing less than something of great urgency, and that troubles him greatly. However he could not show it, so with a smile and laughter to cover up his nervousness, he stands up from his seat and walks calmly to his angry-looking nephew and rubs his back. "Of course Mark, I would never lie to you," he says beaming with a fake smile which Mark could see through. "Who did my father leave his property to?" Mark suddenly questions to his shock. Sure he was expecting to be approached but he didn't think his timid, lively nephew could get serious this soon. "Oh Mark, I knew you'd be unhappy, that's why I decided to take you under my wings. Once you're older I'll send everything back to you, I have no intention of st
Present Day. The sound of a door groaning washes over the room as cold air wanders in. It's quiet, so quiet that you can hear a pin drop from miles away. A lone guard closes the door he had entered before heading in the direction of where his colleagues are gathered having a drink with each other and telling stories. There are six of them in total.He balances the coffee cups in his hands precariously, afraid of even spilling a drop.He catches the tail end of their conversation when he gets there."-I couldn't believe it! It was like she grew another nose! Talk about unappealing." A young man known as Amos continues.Two of the guards laugh with raucous abandon, their faces flushed and cheeks stretched over their glinting teeth while the rest stare at the three men with poorly hidden amusement or disdain, likely annoyed by the noise there makingWhen their laughter dies down the first man finally manages to regain his composure to speak. "Come on men at least have a bit of sympa
Jones' eyes widen when he takes in the fallen bodies of Carl, Neil, John and Leslie.His face whitens as he traces over their rolled-up eyes and frothing mouths.'What the hell' he thinks, panic beginning to build within him as he convulses despite trying to hold it in."S-sir." Everything becomes hazy and he begins to wonder if his eyes were playing tricks or if it was truly spinning as he tried his best to stay awake before he gets swept away by sleep. His eyes snap to the prone form of Amos when he hears his strained voice. His second in command is leaning forward in his chair, his eyes bloodshot with spittle dribbling down his chin. He points an unsteady finger at the coffee mug sitting innocuously on the table."S-sir th-the coffee-." He mutters before his eyes roll back and he slumps in his chair.He glances at the cup in his hand, he's not sure but he could already sense what was going on, but it's a bit too late. "Amos!." He yells but the man doesn't reply, dead to the world