“Are you the only one in here?” Maeve asked as she was still glancing around.
“No, I had just a help from someone you would know, here, have your seat.”
Maeve sat down with her gaze on the broken chains and cracked walls, which were still stained with blood.
“Who is that?”
“Roy, I think you need to show yourself here. Someone needs to see you”
Roy, the name was familiar, but she couldn’t sure remember who that was, while she was seated she played with her fingers.
Roy came in with a plain look, he didn’t stare at her but looked over her head.&nb
When Dixon woke up, he was in the hospital, his head was bandaged, Bruce was by his side. And he felt so weak and tired.“You’re awake.”He nods.“How long have I been here?”“Twenty hours.”“what?” He tried standing up from the bed.“Hey, stop, don’t try standing.”“It’s the almost full eclipse. I need to go.”“You ain’t going anywhere.”“What’s the time?”
Roy ran into the house. Shutting the door immediately he entered. He was panting, he had been so scared a while ago, so scared, he didn’t expect to see her like that. And everything now had been in vain. Just like that. Now, this happened. She must be dead now, she must have killed her, Anika was probably dead. There are no two ways about it because of the looks she has on her face. There’s no way anyone survives that.He raced to the bedroom and slumped on the bed. With his hands on his chest. What a narrow escape, it was still late in the night, dark and awfully quiet. Beryl stole a glance at him. And looked away, she didn’t say anything. She pretended that she was still chained to the bed. Still, glued to where he left her, she shut her eyes pretending not to notice him or do anything or say anything to him. The bastard, this was his night. She remained on spot Waiting for him to come to her."Hey babe"
“Cheers to a good life,” Mark said lifting his glass on the table. Everyone seated at the table lifted their glasses with a smile, Dixon's hands were intertwined with Maeve as he kept caressing them over the table. She smiled at him.“Cheers.” They clicked their glasses. And sips from it.Dixon stood up, still holding his glass.“I wanna make a toast to the ones we lost on the way, the two important persons in my life, my first go to Ms... Theresa, without her playing her major role in our lives, this won’t have happened, and to the one who was more of a brother to me...”“I still can’t believe you had another brother aside from me.”“Shut up Bruce.” Linda laughed.
It was few hours before the partial eclipse, yet it was dark and windless and as predicted the city was awfully quiet. But, underneath the prominent furtive bungalow there was a faint umbra of a person chained like the crucified Christ gasping for breath. she was being flogged by an aggressive man. The whips was hard on her skin. Making blood spills out of it.Her hair was unravel and was strip of her cloth that’s if she had one. She was weak yet strong.Her cries were muffled. The pains in her eyes weren’t mistaken. But there was nothing she could do.“Isn’t that enough, Lucas.”
"Lucas is dead!" Albert continue mixing the French tea Peru made for him. He added a cube of sugar and stir. Then took a sip and nodded in satisfaction. While his guest pace worriedly in front of him."I heard the news, it all over the internet. I knew he wouldn't last long, having a whole lot of weird and creep things in his house. What do you expect?" He replied his guest, his voice low and authoritative. He was huge and mighty. And he obviously behaved like the king he was, owner of Hans Town. He was Albert Ambrose. The wealthiest and powerful man of the town. His shoulders were held high and he does everything he deem fit. With giving a damn what his actions would cause. He thought of running for politics, if I man like him, go for politics, it’s all over for Hans town. "He did cause his death"
Detective Sean opened the door of the underground basement, he cringed, seeing the sight before him. Making him retreats his footsteps. The twenty years he had been working as a detective and the the thirty five years he had spent in this town. He hadn’t seen a thing as this. Blood was was all over the wall. There was a writing in blood as well.‘Don’t look for me, look for me you die.’It did give him chills.The forensic department were there, running a test on the items on basement. But he couldn’t see them at the moment, the only thing he saw was the blood on the wall. He couldn’t seem to get his eyes off it.What the hell are you?His gaze was on the room, eve
Dixon stared at the apartment he was quite familiar with, he felt like he was back to five years ago. Hanging out in the tall tree beside her house. Where they would sit and laugh and cuddle, underneath the tree. His ran run through the tree. Feeling it. Bringing back the memories of their romance. He smiled but a sad one. He moved away, staring at the brown wooden door. Remembering when he had helped her moved into this house. Asking her why she choose this apartment. She loved the serenity and nature. That was her reply then. He had grown to love her then, at first when Linda brought her to him. He hadn’t had any interest in her then. "Hold on. I'll be there in a sec" her tiny voice yelled, the burning sensation
"This is it?" Dixon asked, staring at the old house. Slightly bent to the side. Like it was gonna fall anytime soon. The walls having a crinkle lines on it, making the house look like a crone. It was the least of what he was expecting. " What were you expecting" she retorted" A beggar has no choice" she scorn at him, pulling out the crispy notes from his hands. “You’re still taking this from me! It all I have left..and am not a beggar, if I am a beggar it will be a beggar with choice.”Though she was old, she wasn't anything like it." Ho-ho" she snickered at what he said."Dixon, the supposed heir.. you’re one proud animal.”