After they had their hands slit, they all fainted, one after the other without the knowledge that there were others too.
Mer woke up after the persistent rays of the morning sun disturbed her hours long. She packed her tangled, messy hair into a thick bun and ran it over to her left shoulder. She was dirty and didn't realize how much until she took a look at a long mirror that hung from mid wall down.
Her face had different shades of black, her lips were chappy and her wrist hurt. She took a careful glance at her wrist, there was a thin line made red with blood that spread round both her hands. Her clothes had a few small holes and a prominent one around her left shoulder.She stood up slowly and took a look at where she was. It was a ward, just like the one where she'd seen Sal's mum. The only difference was that this was empty - no bed, no syringes or other medical instruments other than a small, blood smeared dissec
As they were heading to the next floor and passed by a room with bright brown wooden doors and a crystal clear glass at the top with well framed with wood, Mer, Sal and Maisie ran into one of the businessman's men, not just one of the men, the one that had shot Amaya. Without much drama, Mer swung the AGM-1 Carbine over her shoulders and rapidly planted three bullets in his heart without thinking. He slumped to the ground and after a few whispers, they came to a decision to drag his body into the room they'd passed for secrecy's sake.As they swung into position, someone shouted at them, "hey! Who's there!?"They hurriedly carried the unconscious body into the room with lot of blood dripping as they went.The room was well arranged and empty just like all the other rooms were too but it had a red carpet, a long, posh table in the middle and a lot of blue, tinted windows on the other side of the room that showed the world outside Care Bare.
Mrs. Spikes landed another hot slap on the man's fat face as he struggled to get up from the ground where he was pinned to by Sheryl and Amaya but failed."Where's Harvey!?" Mrs. Spikes thundered."I - I don't - know," he was obviously scared and it got fuelled when he saw the the other person he'd been with minutes ago with shut eyelids and not appearing to be breathing a few feet from him."One - LAST - Time!" Mrs. Spikes roared, "Where - is - Harvey - Rhett!?" The man closed his eyes and swallowed air as though he was in a dream and he'd want nothing more than to wake up and see that all's right. He opened his eyes slowly and saw the big framed, small eyed, large arms of Mrs. Sheryl smack against his face harder than ever!His face was going red all right, "okay," he spluttered, coughing as he spoke, "Harvey is - back on the floor where you came from. Where you all were kept, he is in one of the rooms w
"We're on our way now, sir," one of the ten cops with five automobiles ranging from patrol dodge chargers to an SUV Ford Police Interceptor said to a walkie talkie that hung from his shoulder.He had me and Amaya locked up in the secondary trunk of his dodge charger. Mrs. Spikes and Maisie in another then Sheryl and Sal in the third vehicle. We were all handcuffed because as one of the cops said - a man with saggy beards that rested comfortably on his huge lips, "you are threats to the safety of the community and we have to do our jobs well and keep our citizens safe," with that he'd claspsed ugly looking cold handcuffs round our wrists.We were all hungry and tired. Sal had the worst blow of it all. As the car juggled on the road avoiding a few potholes through trees and houses, inquisitive folks and office buildings, it had caused searing pains that ruptured through his fairly athletic frame.The second person that suffered th
Dawn's sky blue hue washed over the pompous mansions, majestically constructed chateaus and grand, imposing manors that distinguished the ever tranquil Estate – Fairford Overlook, from the ruckus New York City was famous for.Fairford was the paradise of New York, the safe haven for the lofty-minded honeybees to produce the financial honey in pacification before consumption from the insatiable city of New York. It was the estate said to be ever flowing with wealth as indispensable as the pacific. It was where I, Harvey Rhett, 19 year old undergraduate from the prestigious Starglint College and heir to BlueStream Advercomp lived – with my family… until things happened.**I used to believe there was nothing better than a quick morning jog on my street, Vine Cutaways, with the clear morning breeze trickling down my windpipe, the melodiou
We had a little breakfast of Sausage and Egg Sandwich with fruit smoothie at our large dinning room with the entire household. Madison was ranting off what my dad should bring as she packed her long blonde wavy hair into a bun, stopping it from being a nuisance while my brother munched off the Sausages from the wooden coloured, eight seat dining table with a complexly compacted chandelier hanging from above and diving with it’s golden glory into the middle of the posh German table where a Peruvian Lilies flower vase stood. My mum was on a video call. She was wanted to model for a beauty cream brand and she was giving her personal assistant orders on what to do to make sure it went as planned.**John F. Kennedy (JFK) Airport – an aerodrome vast in magnitude and even more momentous to NYC's economy appeared as nothing but a speckle as my dad’s executive SUV limo tore down the route passing through supermarkets, stalls,
“Just a week dad!” I said thumping my right feet on the black and white coloured Hotelgenix tiles that emulsified into one another at the center of the room creating an image of our milky way. Talk about perfection. “Four extra days, nothing more”, I added with a small frown and pouted lips that made me feel like I was 12.“Ugh, I didn’t bring enough clothes but let’s see” my dad said, helping himself with a Grey Shrimp Croquette then puckered at his laptop's screen as if concentrating on something, signaling an end of our conversation – at least, for that time.“I’ll be at Borisova resort” I added walking back to my room to order an helicopter as well as request for a tour guide who was well versed in the South Slavic language as well as English.
A sudden shock-wave and what sounded like a background choir marked the coming of an angel. After landing like a comet, a divine being with eyes like glass stood in my front. She look at me with her tanned eyes. It calmed my every fibre and made me feel drowsy.Her slender and muscular body glided in a careful manner and was covered in various markings. She carried a weapon of bright energy.I looked at her gentle face once more; a pained expression was visible. A halo suddenly flared brightly above her head, and consumed her. The angel was… Maisie and it was all a nightmare.**I woke up gagging on a cough. The winter was maliciously cold although the heater was working just as it should – but yet, I was sweating profusely.
My last three days in the South Eastern European State, Bulgaria were absorbing. My dad had struck an handsome deal and spent almost all his time either in the hot, aerated water of Hotelgenix’s spa or at the massage parlour giving his ol' skin a treat and rarely at a casino not too far from our hotel just to test if the “lucky necklace” my mum had given him once before his biggest contract signing was still potent.My last days were top notch fun. I visited parks and gardens. A museum also – with Maisie but finally, the day of my departure arrived and it was an emotional one.**The cold wintery breeze reduced the temperature of every thing – living or dead in Sofia and not even the heater in me and my dad’s rooms could save us. Snow had been falling for hours non-st