Sensing his eagerness, Mr Anthony chuckled. “Let me walk you through it then,” he started.“Okay, what we need is a body double. I will give you the contacts of one man, you need to negotiate with him to get the double without him knowing who it is for, if he should find out we will need every means to keep him quiet,” he explained. “This project cannot be leaked out or your father's fake death is compromised,” “I understand,” he replied and the man hung up. He satHe sent the contact to him and he saw the name on it. “Blood,” and Adrian shook to the core. Then he realized Blood was a surname, it isn't just common. He was however skeptical that a man that happens to deal in bodies was named Blood.Adrian dialed the contact on the phone and he waited while it rang. He didn't understand why they'd want to use a body double, and where they were even going to get one. He'd accepted the request due to his eagerness to please this man that had handed him the power that seemed divine to him
Adrian took a cab and confidently paid with his credit card without even worrying if there was enough on it. He remembered a day ago when he was trying to get mail for Lady Barbara and she didn't even give him money to get a ride. He had to walk all the way and when he came back, he still got scolded for being late. He shook his head as he glared at the street through the car's window. He noticed the skyscrapers that scattered around the city and its feeble attempt to keep nature flourishing with parks and small gardens littered across it. He smiled at himself once again, fulfilled. This was the first time in his entire life that he noticed the beauty of the city. Usually he was walking across this area disturbed and depressed. There were many times the thought of death crossed his mind but he kept pushing. “Oi mate, where do ya say ya be heading to earlier,” the cab man said in an old english accent that made Adrian glance at him with curiosity.“The Hale's morgue,” he said with a
Adrian walked in and took in the environment. The room he went inside was like the receptionist room with a large barricaded area housing two people as receptionists, both in plain blue uniforms with nose masks and gloves. The area was a little bit crowded than he'd expected and also more arranged than what he imagined a morgue would be. He glanced at Blinks who acted like he didn't know him and headed down to sit at the waiting chairs where people sat. He stood for a second unable to determine what to do next. He glanced at the receptionist table then at the waiting chair. He was unsure whether to just skip everyone at the waiting chair or he should just sit down in line like them.The issue was he didn't know what they were waiting for, he shrugged and just went to the receptionist. “Good evening,” he said as it was already seventeen hundred hours. “Go and wait in line,” the female receptionist commanded without glancing up. She was chewing something underneath her mask while sh
Adrian jerked with fear, he turned around and saw guns pointed at him, his heart raced, slamming against his chest. He'd never seen a gun up close in his life. In fact he's never been caught speeding before or doing something as mundane as shoplifting. The closest he had ever been to a gun was when Lady Barbara wanted to call the police on him and her officers were at the gate to pick him up when Mr Brooke intervened. But currently he had several kinds of guns pointed at him. “Oh my God,” he thought. He didn't know his next line of action for that moment. He looked at the man, Mr Blood's face and he saw how he was watching him with scrutiny, it was at that moment a hit of his confidence came back.“You want to kill me?” He asked, but then chuckled. “Just so you know I didn't come alone, I am just the conduit to a really powerful man who doesn't want to be bothered with such a task as this. If I do not walk out of here alive, he is going to personally come down here to put you out of
Adrian shuddered. “Two Packets?” He inquired in a confused manner. He had never heard of a currency called packets. He stared at them with a thoughtless gaze that made him look stupid but he wasn't planning on waiting around in this room. Although the inherent fear had died down, he was still imagining the dead in the room pushing themselves out of their drawers and coming out to feast on them. It was at this moment he realized he shouldn't have consumed too much of those horror movies as a kid. He exhaled and then turned around to look at them as the one called Whiskey walked towards him and drew the body out completely and began to stuff it in a bodybag. “I hope you brought your car,” he said in a tone that made him feel like he was crossed with a tiger as it was more of a roar than a voice. “Yes I did,” Adrian answered, stepping away as he started to move outside the room. “Oh, you can't leave the room without payment,” Mr Blood stopped him, his usual cheeky smile on his lips.
He didn't need anyone to tell him he was in trouble, he already knew he was in trouble. At this moment, every single fear circuit he had stopped creating an imaginary fear of ghosts. They all focused on the real one right in front of him. Normally, he didn't deal much with Ada, in fact he avoided her like a plague. She was the first daughter of the family and she had a pride that even Lady Barbara would salute in front. Now that she was pregnant, she felt irritated easier and most of the time anyone beside her is usually the one who has to bear the brunt of her incessant and unpredictable burst of anger. Currently, he was the one beside her and to make matters worse, it felt as if she had been looking for him. He sighed and just held his cheeks as if it really stung him that hard to buy time and cook up a lie. He just realized that the excitement he'd felt today was about to make a cartwheel and haunt him. “You still haven't answered the damn question,” she reminded him and stepped
Adrian clicked off his seat belt, shoved the door open and dove outside immediately and rushed towards the driver's seat. He pulled the door open and took out her seat belt and dragged her out. He felt her pulse and it was still beating. Adrian had a medical background, though it wasn't necessarily concrete but his mother is a nurse and she taught him a lot of first aid. When he was a kid he used to be annoyed by those lessons but currently he is praying that he remembers all the women who have taught him. He laid her on her back and loosened every bit of her clothing to the most logical limit where she wouldn't feel harassed when she woke. Afterwards he called her name softly, gently tapping her. He did it twice and she opened her eyes. “Oh, thank God!” Adrian breathed and just fell to the ground breathing haphazardly. She sat up herself and held her head, as Adrian sprang up. “Did you hit your head?” He said flipping for his phone to call nine one one immediately but she shook h
Adrian got out of the car as they reached Linda's house, it was a small weirdly shaped house that seemed to be all alone in the middle of a green field. It would take at least an entire kilometer to reach the next house. Linda and her friend led Adrian into the house as both of them joked with each other. At first Adrian felt very uncomfortable as he didn't fit into any of their conversations, so he sat awkwardly, his brows furrowed as he started to lampoon. His main thoughts were focused on how best he should start avoiding the Brooks, at least for now. Also, his mind flashed back to Mr. Brooks and how he just laid there, steadfastly unmovable. He wondered what kind of poison could have rendered such a richman immobile. The toxin was probably in his system and his body had kind of hibernated to heal overtime. Most of the time, slow poisons were the cause of such symptoms and if he had indeed been administered a slow poison, it means it was truly the people close to him who did it