MarcoMy target walks up to me, his gait faster than i would normally expect from a man his age. “What package?” i question and immediately, sounds of clicking gun fill the room. Ricco only gave me a briefcase containing an important documnt to sign. If this is really a test, then something must be missing. "Games. Don't play games with me." He turns to his men, "search him."Seeing the situation, it will be pointless to put up a fight. I've never met this men and I will be stupid to belittle associations that work with either BigTom or my new boss.As one of them try to snatch the briefcase from me, I stepaway."He has the package," one of them announces as they step away from me. The leader walks up to me, with a smug smile."That was close, you know. You could have been a corpse by now…What's the deal?" he asks.No one told me i was coming here for a negotiation.It's a test afterall. I use the only available card in my power, since my weapon has been ceased, as I reply,"Sa
ElvisIt's still a mystery. After years of of searching for these culprits, I finally get a hold of one with enough evidence to keep him behind bars. Waking up this morning I receive a call, and all of his details have been wiped out.How on earth is that possible?The head of department himself promised to handle the case. I was hoping to interrogate him further to roundup the other criminals. Now this.I adjust my tie in front of the mirror of my small apartment as I prepare for work.I need to ask questions. I can't let all my efforts go to waste. Something definitely is not right. I tuck away my gun, grabbing my car keys as I head out.“Marco sidorov” I turn the name over in my head. My previous investigation has revealed him to be a leader of a group of illegal organisation disguising as charity organisations.It might be a wild move especially now that my boss seems skeptical of my abilities in handling high-profile cases. Even if it's the last thing I do, these criminals will
SarahHe hands me a cup of water as he helps put Carlos to sleep.It all still feels like a dream. Shawn. All the years I've known him, the last thing he would ever do is back down without a fight. “He's a beauty,” Michael says dreamily as we both stare at Carlos in his crib. Safe, away from the beast.“and he deserves alot better,” Michael adds, this time staring back up at me.Our gaze meet for an awkward second before I distract myself with some of Carlos' s unfolded clothes hanging on his crib.“I really appreciate all the help, doctor,” I reply, trying to fill the silence with anything. Anything but the thoughts I'm having. Or the thoughts the doctor is trying to make me have. Something I know might be far out of my reach.As I turn around, I stumble on Michael's broad chest. Standing close up to me, I realize how built he is. Too built to be a doctor. He takes my palms ever so softly, but his gaze is fixed directly over me. “I want to do more than help, Sarah. Your eyes a
Marco She keeps a straight face as our gaze meet. Ricco is addressing the group but for seconds, I'm lost in a haze of my own thoughts. Her gaze doesn't leave mine. The rest of the others at the table seem to be nonexistent. A faint lopsided smile crosses her lips. She knows or is it my mind?Does she know I recognise her?“Is that right, Marco,” Ricco asks. Not until then do I realise how long we've been lost in eachother's gaze .I peel my gaze off her and turn to the boss at the edge of the table. Maybe he notices, maybe he doesn't, but he interchanges his gaze between us and continues,"You'll meet the rest of the group tonight for a brief meeting."And with that he leaves without touching his meal. Few guards follow behind him, while two others remains stationed at the dining.I'm itching to grab her throat and ask questions but her eyes restrain me from making any comment as the other two occupant at the table continue to eat thier meal in disturbing silence.Being a new membe
ShawnAll my effort to muffle the scream doesn't work as he chops off the other big toe on my right leg. My head banging with severe ache, as I struggle to catch my breath.He swings the blood-stained gardening tool to the floor. Maybe he has giving up or maybe he's about to pick up another weapon, i cant tell but the pain in both my legs, increase, coursing through the whole of my body. "Are you ready to talk?" he asks, adjusting his glass frames and staining them in the process.He walks up to me, but i continue to act unmoved by his threats and torture.Knowing that he wouldn't back down, i think of another alternative."What do i stand to gain by telling you anything?' i ask.He leans closer to my face, as though trying to dig out the answers he needs by searching my eyes."Nothing. You gain nothing," he spits on my face. I look a way, disgusted."But..." he continues, walking back to the sink and leaving the tap running, "if you give me what i need, maybe your family will be gr
SarahNothing less than five years for obstruction of justice. If that is my only offense.I'll no doubts spend the rest of my life in prison if they ever find out about all the mysterious murder hanging in my name, not to mention my involvement in the very case my department has been investigating.There's no way I can allow them find me, but there's nowhere to hide.What happens to Carl?The thought of my only hope of existence sends me running back to his crib. He's been crying all along. I've been too deep in thoughts to realize.Tears escape the corners of my eyes as i try to pacify him, heading to the the kitchen to grab his meal.Would he grow up to be like his father too? Will my shadows hunt him when he gets older?What would I ever tell him happened to his father? Will he grow to hate me?These thought pierce my soul like tiny needles buried in my skin.Why have I never considered all of these possibilities before now?I place the bottle in his mouth but he refuses, increa
MarcoShe attempts to keep driving, threatening to knock me down but I stand my ground. I move no muscle.She can't hit me. I know that for sure.Besides, it's a weak attempt. The frustration is evident in her expression as she storms out of the car."what the actual fuck are you? Get out of my way," she yells. Instead i fold my arms, staring at her with a cold smile."Really? That's how you treat an old friend?" I tease."I dont know what you're talking about," she replies, turning off her headhlights. The dim lights in the garage is the only light source we have now. She walks up to me, still looking flustered.But she can't fool me.“Quit the pretence, Betty.”“Look, I don't know who you're and why you were hired. But it's best we stick to our roles here. And who the hell is Betty?”"What I don't understand is why you brought Sarah into all of these.”“There's definitely a mix up somewhere. I'm not who you think I am. Now get lost before I knock you down," she breaths, yelling fr
ElvisA tall man in clean suits and black shades draw my attention. Immediately I turn around he says,"Come with me."I follow behind closely. Soon, we arrive in front of a black limousine parked by the corner of the road. He opens the door for me as I step into the unknown.There's a woman sitting opposite me in the luxurious car.She has a white hat on and every other clothing on her matches her hat, except the red scarf around her neck and the dark shades. The white hat covers a good portion of her face, making me catch only a faint view of her nose and a deep-red lipsticks, matching the scarf around her neck.The whiff of her flowery scent subdues my sense of smell for a minute."We've been expecting you, Mr. Elvis Griffin," she says. "Let's say, we have a better offer for you, that'll make you reject the one your boss offered.""Who are you?" I ask, my voice frantic, the air in the vehicle suddenly feels more tense."You don't need to shout. Besides, if i had ill intentions tow