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
In the dimly lit living room sat Leia, her eyes glued to the news on the television screen. The headlines showed the shocking decline of the Sky family stock and their declaration of bankruptcy. The once mighty dynasty was now crumbling, and they were forced to sell off their properties and stocks to settle their debts. Leia's heart sank; she knew all too well what this meant for her. As the TV droned on, Mark appeared from behind, a stern look on his face. He urged her to go to bed, but she adamantly refused. Her fear and uncertainty consumed her, and sleep felt like a distant dream. Despite her defiance, sleep eventually overcame her, but she awoke and was deep in thought, recalling the events of the past few weeks. Leia found herself seated in the comfortable embrace of the therapist's office, her heart heavy with the weight of recent events. The room's soft lighting and soothing atmosphere offered a semblance of peace, but her emotions remained in turmoil."How are you feeling
Leia stands nervously in front of the full-length mirror, her reflection adorned in an exquisite and expensive gown. The deep blue silk hugs her lithe figure flawlessly, the delicate beadwork adding a touch of elegance to the ensemble. She has never worn anything so extravagant before, and the weight of the gown made her feel a little unsteady.'I feel like an overdressed monkey.' Leia thinks with no small amount of resentment. She hates it when Mark shops for her. It's like he has an obsession with tight bodices and unmanageable frills.It's not like the dress is awful, it's just really hard to breathe properly.She sighs gustily as The maid, Rebecca, fusses around her, ensuring every detail of her appearance is perfect. Her hair was styled in an intricate updo, with a few loose curls framing her face. The makeup was subtle yet enhancing, emphasizing her striking features. Despite Rebecca's efforts to reassure her, Leia's discomfort only grows as the moment of departure approaches.
The woman nearly chokes on her drink from shock. Mark continues not paying attention to the stunned woman at his side."I brought a date with me today." Mark is saying and some women in the crowds pout at this, probably hoping to snag a hot commodity like Mark for themselves.'you can keep him!.' Leia thinks viciously as the women glare at her like she's killed their dogs.She can see the recognition on their faces. She knows that the questions are going to start very soon. And from the malevolent expression on some of their faces, she knows they are going to be malicious.With a small gulp, she smiles at her impromptu audience. "Hello." She greets, bracing herself for the influx of questions."Is that-?." One of the women begins before being cut off by Mark."This is Leia. My fiancee. I hope you remember her." Mark's words force everyone to silence as they digest his words. By his side Leia has gone still as a statue, her smile frozen on her face.It feels like the calm before the s