"Good morning!" Giselle greeted other workers, walking into her office."Congratulations, Miss," Janet greeted when she saw her enter her office."Good morning, Janet," Giselle greeted, smiling. "Miss," Janet smiled again. "Congratulations to you on your engagement.""Thank you, Janet!" Giselle laughed, hugging her."I'll see you around," She muttered, walking away hurriedly.She sat on the chair meant to be hers, switching on her system.In minutes, the rest of the workers walked into the office, exchanging greetings. "Hello," Greg's voice thundered in the small office."Good morning, sir," Everyone greeted, standing on their feets. "Good morning, have a good day," He greeted, walking to the stairs that led to his office. "Have a good day, sir," They said after him. ** ** **"Are you still seeing him today?" Helen asked when they sat at the eatery."I guess so," Giselle answered. "You have no reason why he called?" Helen asked again."Noo," Giselle said
She lay in his arms, sleeping. He watched her eyelids move. He watched her, smiling. Happy with himself she was happy.She turned and stirred in the bed to see him watching her, "good morning.""How are you?" He asked her, smiling.Sitting up on the bed, she saw blood! "God!" She said, looking at him."What?""Bl..ood," She said, adjusting on the bed. "I'm sorry," He said, moving to see. "I'm sorry, too.""You were a virgin, not anymore," He said, smiling.Smiling, she nodded her head. He got up, carried her to the big bathroom located in the room. She held him on the neck, looking at his face. "Here," He said, placing her in the tub. "Thank you," She said, looking away."Don't be shy," He said, smiling. "I'm yours too.""I know," She smiled back, watching him undress.He joined her in the tub, smiling.They washed themselves, touching each other."Here," He said, handing a big towel to her."Thank you," She said, cleaning herself."Can you walk?" He asked, looking at her legs.
They drove home in silence, Giselle recovering from her nightmares."Are you okay?" Thomas asked, watching her closely."Yes," She answered, smiling.He nodded his head, turning to continue his drive back home. "I will avenge your death, mom," She whispered, smiling."I will find your killers, dad!" She said again, gnashing her teeth."Here," Thomas's voice invaded her thoughts. They had arrived at their house already."Thank you," She greeted, hopping down from the car to open the gate. "Anytime," He answered, guiding the car into the big compound."I should take a leave from work as soon as possible, Tom," She said, walking inside the house."Ohhh, yeah. Talk to your boyfriend as soon as possible." ** ** **"How was it?" Helen was seen at Giselle's phone screen."Fine," She answered. "You think I'd be granted a leave?" She asked. "He will. But, he'd want to know why you want to leave.""I'd come up with an excuse, Helen.""Greg is smart!" Helen screamed.
"Wait!" She screamed, holding her head."Are you okay!?" Thomas looked at her, confused."Wait," She said again, unmoving her hands from her head. Bringing the car to a complete halt, Thomas turned to look at her again, "what happened?"She remained silent, holding her head. "Wait," She said again, unmoving."Are you okay, Gis?" He asked her again."There is a flash!" She screamed, releasing her head."Flash?!" Thomas looked at her. "Are you going crazy?""No! Dad gave me a flash before he died," She explained again."A flash? What kinda flash?" He asked, removing his key from the car ignition. "Flash drive!" She screams excitedly."Okay, relax!" He cautions, adjusting his balance on the driver's seat."I'm so happy right now!" She screamed excitedly. "Do not glory yet, baby. Where is the flash drive?" He asked, causing the smile on her face to disappear. She stopped to think again, "I don't know!" She cried, looking at her brother."Think again, it could be within our reach," He
He stopped in his track, "is it there?" He asked."Not here!" She cried, looking for the last pocket."Relax," Thomas said again, moving to her front."I can feel something!" She cried again."Okay…?" Thomas said impatiently.She struggled with the pocket, bringing her hand out of the pocket."Yes!" She screamed, throwing the trouser to the floor. "We found it!" She cried, hugging her brother. "Yes!" Thomas screamed, raising her from the floor."Goodness!" Giselle screamed, scrutinising the object she held in her hand."What's that noise?" Mrs. Jones asked from the doorway, running to meet her children. "Dust!" She screamed."We found it, mom!" Giselle answered, screaming."Ohhh, dear!" Mrs. Jones joined in screaming. "This is good news!" She said agay, hugging Giselle. "It is!" Giselle screamed again. "Thank you," She greeted Thomas."Dinner is almost ready, you spent almost 2 hours searching for a drive," Ellen said, walking out of the room. ** ** **They
"Training!" Giselle said, smiling."Yeah, we'll continue tomorrow. I'm hungry," Thomas said, walking out of her room."Thank you!" She screamed after him.The next day:"Get ready, we're going out," Thomas announced that morning."Okay!" Giselle said, jumping off the bed."Not now! By evening," Thomas corrected."Ohhh!" Giselle said, sitting back on the bed. "Good morning," She greeted.Laughing at his sister, he greeted back, "good morning, now you know how to greet.""I'm sorry," Giselle said, laughing. "Where are we going?""A gun store," He answered, sitting on her bed. "Ohhhh!" She said, looking away. "Must we use a gun?""Yes! What do you want to use?" Thomas asked, laughing. "Maybe my hands," She answered, sitting up on the bed. "We'll do things the way it should be, Gis! You want revenge, do it!" He said, standing to leave the room."What time by evening?" She asked."6PM," He answered, leaving her room.Picking up her phone, she dialled a number."Hi," She greeted, smiling
Sunday:The next day was the weekend in the city where the siblings live."I invited Helen over," Thomas announced that morning."Really?" She said, looking at her brother."Yeah," She wants to see you too. "Good enough, I'd see her before leaving for my mission after all," She said, smiling. "Yeah, she should be with us in an hour," He said, sipping tea from his cup. ** ** **Afternoon:"Hello!" Helen screamed when the door was opened."Baby!" Giselle screamed in excitement, hugging her friend. "Bestie!" Helen said, hugging her again. "I miss you so much!" "I miss you too! How can't I?" Giselle asked, laughing. "Who do we have here?" Thomas asked, walking to Helen. "Hi, honey.""Hi, Tom.""Welcome home," He said, smiling. "I'd leave the both of you to talk.""Thank you," Giselle said, smiling."Heard from Greg?" Heldn asked, sitting on a chair."Yes, once a while.""Are you returning to work with us, Giselle?" Helen asked, looking at her face."Why not?!
She shot his head before she changed her mind.Surprised at the noiseless object, she smiled, satisfied with what she did. "Blood!" She muttered, looking at her prey's head."Shit!" She screamed, looking at her hand."Go to hell!" She said again, shooting him again on his neck.She watched him stop breathing, with his hands up. He dropped his hands lifeless.She looked around the room, searching for clues. She saw a phone on his bed. "None!" She cursed, hitting his bed and watching his lifeless body shake. Taking hold of his phone, she was happy it was unlocked. Going through the phone in search for clues and hints on who RTD is, she saw Kev had workers.She went further, opening groups on his handset, "meet me at the usual by 4PM tomorrow evening," She texted, watching the message delivered to their group."Kev's site," She said repeatedly, reminding herself of the location.Remembering there was one more task, she coughed, making incisions on the body of the deceased with the kn
She saw a shadow from the door of her ward, Greg's physique."Ohhh," She heaved a sigh of relief."Hi," He greeted, walking into the ward."Greg?" She called him. "I am pregnant," She said again, watching him approach her. "I know," He said, looking at her."Ohh, you do?" She asked, looking at his face. "Yes," He said, nodding his head."It's a good one, right?" She asked, a smile on her face."Yeah," Greg said again, smiling with her. "How are you?" He asked, the smile fading."Fine," She said, looking at his face. "Greg?" She called, sitting up on the bed."It's fine," He said, sitting beside her on a chair close to her bed. "I am sorry," She said again."It's fine," He said again, standing on his feet. "You'll return back to the cell in 24 hours.""Yeah," She said, nodding her head...."I took a flight the moment I saw the news," Thomas said, calling the thinking woman to reality."Tom!" She said, walking to the door."I'm sorry," Thomas said, tears trickling down his face.
Flashback:"Shut up!" She screamed at Robb, pointing her gun at his face."Who are you?!" The old man asked, his hands in the air. He freezed, realising the doom he was in. "Please," He pleaded."Pamela Benson," She announced, her gun still pointed at his face.Present: "Pamela?" Robb asked, searching for her face in the mask."The man you killed 10 years ago," She said, cocking her pistol. "What?!" The old man asked in astonishment, bringing his hands down."This is for what you did to my family," Giselle said again, shooting at him."Hey!" The old man screamed, holding his son on the floor."Greg?!" Robb screamed, touching his son's body.She blinked twice to be sure her sight didn't fail her. "Greg?" She said, shifting from her spot. She shot at the man. But, his son ran into the scene and received the bullet."Ohh, no!" She whispered, her hands shaking, while she threw the hard pistol to the floor. "What did you do?!" The old man cried, his hands still on the body of his son.
A knock was heard on Thomas's door, causing him hurrying to the door."Hi," Giselle greeted, standing outside his house."You want to stay outside?" He asked, laughing."I wouldn't mind," She answered, a smile on her face."Come on in!" He shouted at her, opening the door wider."I will!" She said, walking into the house. "Welcome, baby," Thomas greeted. "Thank you, Tom," She greeted, smiling. "How are you?" She asked."Fine," He said simply, watching her sit. "How are you too?""Just fine, bigger," She answered, raising her legs to the chair."You didn't bring anything for your brother, the best sister ever!" Thomas mocked."Really?!" Giselle asked, laughing. "Yeah! Is this weight you're adding, Giselle?" Thomas said, looking at her on the chair she sat on. "Weight?" Giselle asked, examining herself."You're damn fatter than the last time we saw!" Thomas said again, looking at her."I don't go out there, remember?" Giselle said, standing on her feet for a better view of herself.
She peeped through again to be sure her sight didn't fail her."Dad," She muttered, recognizing the man in the picture."Dad," She said again, recognizing the other man as Greg's father. "How?!" She asked, flipping pages to see more of the pictures.She flipped and saw more pictures of Robb and her father, Mr. Benson.Rushing through the stairs back to the big living room to see her father-in-law, she almost tripped."Easy honey," Robb said, watching her walk to his side."Where's Greg?" She asked, smiling at the old man."He stepped out a while ago, dear," Robb answered."Okay," She said, walking closer to the old man."What do you want?" Robb asked, watching her approach him. "Who is this man?" She asked, showing him a picture in a page from the album."Ahhhh!" Robb said, smiling. "Benson.""Benson?" Giselle said, feigning innocence. "That's Mr. Benson," Robb answered, looking at her face. "Where is he?" She asked again, her gaze fixed on his face."He's dead," he answered. "He
They walked out of the bed one morning after kissing each other, "good morning.""How are you?" Greg asked, kissing her again."Fine. How are you?" Giselle asked back, touching his hairy chest."Fine," He said, kissing her neck when his phone rang."I'm downstairs," Giselle whispered, kissing him again while she walked away from the room."Let me take this call," She heard him say before walking away from the room...."Baby?" Greg called, walking to the kitchen where she was making breakfast. "Baby," She answered back, her face filled with smiles."What are you making?" He asked, peeping at the pan on the fire from her back where he stood."Pancakes," She answered, turning to look at him."Good enough," He said, kissing her neck from behind."Right?" She asked, adding another set of flour to the pan on the fire."You remember Robb?" Greg asked, a smile on his lip."No," She answered, teasingly."Do you remember Robb Thompson?" He asked again, enjoying the moment. "Yeah!" She answ
She shot at their bodies again, causing the almost dead ones to die instantly."Good!" She praised herself, patting the pistol in her hand. Smiling at what she just did, Giselle gripped her knife."Hmmm!" She said, struggling with the thick knife on the bodies of her prey."KM!" She said again, standing up to leave the house."Here! Go to hell!" She muttered again, kicking the bodies and walking out through the door.She mounted her bike, driving through the streets again in the middle of the night. ** ** **She walked into Thomas's house, seeing him asleep. She returned the bike to it's spot, changed her costume and walked out of her brother's house.Mounting her husband's car, she drove out of the compound, in search of her own home in the darkness. She drove back into her home in not less than 2 hours to see Greg still sleeping."This worked!" She said, walking to her own side of the bed."Baby!" She said, hugging her husband to herself while she drifted
2 weeks later:Giselle sat at the eatery with her best friend, Helen, when her phone rang."Come over to the house after work," Thomas said over the phone."Everything okay?" She asked, listening to everything he said with care."I've got an update," He explained."I'll join you when I'm done here," She said before ending the call. "What's up?" Helen asked, looking up to her friend."It's nothing, Tom wants to see me," She said in explanation, sitting back on the chair she stood up from. "Ohhh, is he alright," Helen asked again."Yeah, siblings thing," Giselle said, smiling. "I can imagine," Helen said, laughing."Yeah, yeah," Giselle said, nodding her head. "Gist me.""Jake asked me out," Helen said, smiling."He did!" Giselle asked, giggling."Yes!" Helen said again, laughing with excitement."What did you tell him?""Yes.""You did?!" Giselle screamed, hitting her friend on the shoulder."Yes!" Helen said, laughing. "Do you like him?" Giselle asked, looking at her friend with s
2AM:She jumped out of the bed, searching for something."What is it?" Greg asked, rushing to her side."It's nothing serious," She said, returning to the bed."Are you okay, baby?" He asked again, laying beside her on the bed, his hand on her neck."I'm not sick, Greg," She said, placing her head on the pillow."Are you looking for something?" He asked again, with a worried look on his face."I thought I left my handbag at the hospital yesterday.""Ohhh!" Greg said, satisfied she gave him an answer. "It's in your wardrobe.""Okay," She said, smiling. "Go to sleep," She begged, kissing his lips.She watched him close his eyes with a smile on her face. ...Dawn:"Good morning," She greeted, walking into her brother's ward."Gis," He greeted, smiling and sitting up on the bed."When will you be discharged?" She asked, sitting on a chair beside the bed."Tomorrow," He answered."I can't find my babies," She whispered, looking him in the eyes."What babies?" Thomas asked with a confuse
'R' and 'T' have decided to hire a private investigator to look into the case. It has been a terrific moment for R and T after the death of their third party, Dave.They came together at a place to discuss the way forward."What do we do at this point?" R questioned."I don't know, someone is haunting us," T said, thoughtfully."Dave was killed few days after Kev's death," R said, looking at his friend."Not just Kev. But, his entire workers!" T spat."Dave's household members died the same night with him too!" R remarked."His gateman too," T said."We need to do something, friend," T said again."Who shall we call?" R questioned T with a look of worry on his face."I wouldn't know," T answered, with more look of worry on his face. ** ** **The Thompson's house:Two bodies stirred on a big bed, clutching themselves."Wake up," Greg said, smiling."Why?" Giselle asked, stirring again."Because it's morning," He answered, ruffling her hair."Tch!" She hissed.