On the morning of Sophia's first day in prison, the inmates are lined in front of the serving counter each with mental trays clanging in their hands and their eyes fixed on the sorry excuse they dish into their plates as breakfast.Sophia gets her share of the offering and is suddenly disgusted by the semblance of the food, coupled with the fact that it emits no aroma.She reluctantly walks over to one of the steel tables and throws the tray on it, then takes a seat alone all by herself while the other inmates are in pairs."Who's the new girl," an inmate, Jessie watches her from a table of three."Some rich daddy's girl who apparently got her hands dirty," her friend, Jena responds."Rich people," their other friend, Isabella thuds the food with her spoon. "This people are societies biggest problem.""Girls like her?" Jena questions."Yes, Jena," Isabella responds. "Rich people." She slowly stands up from her seat with eyes fixed on Sophia."What're you doing?" Jessie questions her.
SOPHIA'S POV"Freeze!" The cops put their guns on me like I was a wild criminal who could kill them with a snap.My life was over before it could even begin. A daddy's little princess now accused of being a loosed murderer.It seems like liars have more power than honest people nowadays. This two incidents have shown me a lot.24 HOURS AGO...Ding! An alarm clock rang, immediately waking me up from sleep. I stretched my arms in the air, yawning along. "Another day, another trouble," I whispered.I threw my blankets off the bed and stood up on my feet. "Good morning, Benny," I tickled my parrot by the neck. "You too, Tina. Wake up," I tickled his bride who was still asleep.My dad had given me these parrots since my 13th birthday. And since his death, they had been my only true companions in this house."Sophia!" A voice echoed from downstairs. No doubt it was my stepmother. The witch that was put in charge of me."Here we go again," I headed for the door in a hurry as a slight second o
SOPHIA'S POV"Ouch," I cradled my left ankle, groaning in pain. It felt like it had been fractured. Not now, please.I raised my head up to see Anna still staring at me through the window while yelling her mom's name.This looked like a countdown. I had to stand up and run as even Lucas himself could carry me back into the house on his shoulders like a foamI stood up on my feet in the same second the thought clocked me, but fell right back to the ground. My left leg had lost it. Oh my God! I struggled up my feet a second time and limped towards the gate, swinging my hands as hastily as I could to boost myself forward.Thank goodness it wasn't locked. I left the compound heading for the woods.Our house was isolated from the city. My dad liked the calm and quietness that surrounded his mansion. It would be another couple few miles before you met another house.I had never walked this woods myself as my dad was used to taking me out by car. And on the rare occasions we visited the woods
Nimrod, a well built 6 foot tall young man with a bearded face walks into a countryside warehouse in a fine suit. There are three gold chains on his neck and fine diamond watches, showing his splendor and brashness. Four bouncers also in suits, escorts him in."Bring him out from the coma," he orders the two nurses in the room."But sir, he only just recovered, he has to spend some mo..." She notices the angry face and dagger sharp eyes in the room and shuts up. "Right away," she taps the junior nurse to go with her.In a second Sophia's stepmom enters the building and stands next to Nimrod. "My son is death because of her. Her head belongs to me.""How did he die?" Nimrod questions."With a bullet to his head.""Agatha, now we both know that Sophia isn't capable of that," Nimrod makes a point."I know... When I find the shooter, I'd hang his head next to hers," Agatha walks further as the nurses bring in a fifty something year old male patient, supporting his movement by carrying his
3 Months Later..."Please I'd tell you, I'd tell you everything," a man's voice rings over the environment.Bang! Bang! Two gun shots follow after a quiet minute.Agatha bounces out of a out-of-order suger mill on a scanty side of the city and walks to her car which sits in the middle of two SUVs."I've found Lucas' killer," she informs her daughter, Anna, as she gets in the car."Who is it?""The Lobos. It was one of them," she reveals."Well then... What do we do?" Anna questions, slightly tensed."We make a deal with them. They give us the man who shot him, or they perish. Leave no corpse unspoken for, we Big Cats never shy away from battle." She leans forward, "Take me to Nimrod," she orders the driver."And guess what happened to our girl Sophia.""What happened?" Anna questions in curiosity.Agatha turns to her, "She's married. I'm guessing her husband is the one who killed your brother. The Lobos will explain everything one by one."...Far far away in the embodiment of a small
The double doors of Mr. Butcher's room are pushed open by two guys who pull in Sophia and another slave, throwing them at the feet of Mr./Mrs. Butcher. "They were both brought here three months ago," one of the guys informs the couples. "Which one of you is Robert Scofield's daughter?" Mrs. Butcher interrogates the slaves. In fear the other slave nervously turns to Sophia, who wears a tense grimace. The couples get the message already. "Finally, the Sophia," Mr. Butcher laughs joyfully. "I'd go inform the Don already. We had our goals under our own roof all this while." He walks away to the phone at his bedside. "Tomorrow we'd go to the bank and check your dad's deposit box along with everyone of his property, eventually we'd find where him and the late Kingpin hid the hips of gold and the cash of course," Mrs. Butcher briefs her. "I'm not going anywhere with you," Sophia utters boldly. Poof! Mrs. Butcher uploads a bullet to the other slave's chest, "I wasn't asking you to, it's
A huge dark figure approaches the door of a container on a truck, taking each step delicately as he reaches for the light. He jumps down the truck, this is Sophia's dad. A man in a white garment comes out of the container truck and stands by him.In a second a group of SUVs surround them. Men in suit drop from all the cars and stand at ease by them, each with one hand stuck in their jackets no doubt soothing the trigger of a weapon.A guard opens the door of the middle one and Nimrod drops from it. "Agatha was right," he walks towards the man. "Sophia can never tell the difference.""Yes sir," the scientists confirms. "We have laboriously examined the physiognomy of the subject and has carefully crafted a like being through a method called plastic surgery. We believe this is Sophia's exact aesthetic of her father."Nimrod pulls a gun at him, "Next time, you'd be explaining all this to the devil himself." He walks closer to the man. "What did you buy Sophia on her 13th birthday?"The ma
Three men, including the slim brother jumps out of the bus and chases after The Hunter."Go get the girl," the slim brother orders the men in the car. He cocks his assault rifle. "This guy just made the biggest mistake of his life when he killed my brother. Let's go," he others the two men with him.Meanwhile Sophia coughs in the car and slowly opens her eyes. She gasps for air while coughing ceaselessly. Finally, she takes the seatbelt off her and completely falls on the wrecked roof of the car. She coughs again as she turns around to creep out of the car."Ouch," she puts her hand on the right side of her stomach, she's bleeding out.Sophia lies down again, pressing down the bleeding while her nose aches for more air. Every small sign of her body language screams of exhaustion. She looks like she's given up on the escape plan already.The other men drive the minibus a little further and hits the brake. Two men jump out of the back while the driver utilizes his door."Get the girl,"