Munich, 2014
Clark reached towards Carlos' son and tried to take the gun away from his hand.
"Leave my son the fuck alone," Carlos said as if he wanted to get close to him and attack him as quickly as he could.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Carlos?" Micheal slammed his palm on the sofa and looked down at Clark who now appeared to be in a state of distress as he was staring into the blank eyes of Carlos' son.
"Have you been smoking?" Savannah asked. "Take a look at her! She is bleeding to death."
"All of you should leave her the fuck alone," Carlos said, adding a bit of Mexican to his words.
"You can still help her," Clark said, looking at Prisha who was now on the floor, bleeding.
"No one is helping no one in my own apartment. I decide who get treatment here. Only me decides not anyone of you. Do you understand me?"
None of them responded.
"Good," Carlos said,
Rome, 2014Three blocks away from a popular restaurant in Rome, James Blackwheel shook his head as he approached a man dressed in white he had known for many years. Alberto!Blackwheel fought real hard to focus his thoughts on the man, but the situation he was trying to figure out was too bizarre to grasp rationally especially with the pace it was moving. About a month ago, he had finally found information pertaining to the missing necklace he had been looking for a long time, for centuries now. About a week ago, he was able to discover that Robert Lond who was also a member of the same brotherhood he paid loyalty to had delicate informations regarding the missing necklace that could set his mission back into action. Now, as he stood close to one of his trusted friends who had been with him through tough times over the centuries, Alberto, all he could think of was the strange call he had received from Oskar. A Swedish man and long time member of the brotherhood that wa
Rome, 2014Blackwheel sat at the table in the living room of Alberto's quiet home in Italy watching the snow fall past the window in silent drops as many things that happened during his short stay in Rome became clear to him as he pondered on the mystery of life, the mystery of his life, the mystery of the glorious cause of the brotherhood and the mystery of his salvation. Yes! He did not have to deny his uncertainty towards life nor did he have to hide behind the curtains and accept what he had not anticipated. A life far away from home and a life lost in the pool of his own shock.He thought of the necklace which he had last seen for almost two centuries and shook his head as Alberto came close to him and assured him that there was a way out to find the necklace again, to give him hope to a reality he once thought was lost. Blackwheel felt that a lot of people in the brotherhood wer
Rome, 2014Alberto took charge as he led the way back to the restaurant that they had left almost an hour ago. "We are looking for a restaurant that brings life into a troubled soul," he told a passerby who had promptly asked them out of courtesy where they were rushing to at a time when the sun was taking its stride away from the sun."Do you know the young man who just spoke to you?" Blackwheel asked."I don't," Alberto replied, truthfully. "It is just good to administer love and decency wherever you go in this world. The young man was nice to me so I had no other choice than to be nice to him too. Can you tell me what might be going on in his mind when I told him we were looking for a restaurant that brings l
Munich, 2014"He is still alive," Clark said, pointing at Carlos.Michael didn’t know whether it was the words of Clark or the sound made from the gun he just used that brought him to a state of consciousness, but it didn’t matter. Everything had happened so fast. So fast that he was unable to realize what he had done.From the angle he was looking at, when he shot Carlos, there was a slight progression of aggression that felt like newly made bottles that were ready to be broken at any point. For real, guns were created for different purposes all uniting to form one sole purpose. They were created to destroy, to conquer, to claim supremacy and to heal the broken in a strange irreplaceable way.
Rome, 2014As Blackwheel pushed his head upward, he felt his vision narrow slowly and he feared his sense of realization would slip away as Alberto repeated the words he had said to him."Maria Blackwheel is a direct descendant of Nneka, my daughter?" Blackwheel said and hit his head hard with his palm."She is your direct descendant," Sophia said. "And she is the one who is in possession of the necklace you have been seeking.""But how is that possible?" Blackwheel asked, looking into the eyes of Alberto. "I was thought Nneka was dead since she just disappeared into nowhere.""There is an explanation for everything, James. Y
Pennsylvania, 2018After Maria was done spending time with Abby, she decided to go back to her apartment before going to the Longview's home to start and complete her job at the same time. As she sat in her small work area she had created in the apartment she shared with Uju, she received a phone call from Uju. When she answered her phone, she realized it wasn't Uju but her Nigerian friend, Ifenna who had just arrived from Nigeria recently. There wasn't much time to talk and she hung up immediately she got the chance to do so. Feeling better that everything was starting to set itself in the right place, she left her apartment and headed for the Longview's home. On her way, she stumbled across a tall black man with broad shoulders who was walking quickly as if he was about to miss an import
Lancaster, 1790Elizabeth Blackwheel pointed at the stake where her children were burnt alive. Her fingers were weak as scalds took over them with a certain rush of excitement that grieved her own soul.Paul Littlebed rubbed his chin as he felt the weight of being an accomplished Christian dawn on him."My children didn't deserve any of this torture," Mrs. Blackwheel cried."So did my innocent wife your husband raped and murdered," Paul replied.He took her by her arm and dragged her closer to a chopping board. Her mother, Mary Shoelace watched."Lord, I commit my daughter into your hands," Mary Shoelace prayed. "Forgive her for the sins of her husband and for the sins her children would have committed if they were still alive.""Amen!"Mrs. Blackwheel watched as her mother stopped praying. She was hoping for a quick death and a sharp suffering. But she was patient. She knew s
Somewhere, 987The man raised his head as he stumbled across two boys playing in the woods. Everywhere was dark. Even the stellar villages that set up fires late at night had gone early to sleep. Even the owls that sat on thick trees to hoot had left suddenly as if they had been chased away by someone who wanted to occupy the territory."Who are you?"The man lowered his head as he thought of his unknown identity. He passed through a tree and hid until the unwanted visitor who had attracted his attention had departed without further questioning him. When the full moon had risen properly, he placed his hat on his head, held on to a sacred necklace and continued walking without looking back.