YOU ever talk to someone and there are literally everywhere ? Like they cant jjust stay still for s single moment? yea, thats how this is
WANNNNNN!!! WANNNNNNNNNNNN!!! “Everyone out! This is not a drill. Everyone out.” The loudspeaker buzzed out over the entire facility. “Ha!” Blessing gasped as a sense of Congo toon hit her. The bright lights in her room lightened up with an abruptness that jarred her momentarily. She felt sick to the belly as she blinked, trying to get familiar with the harsh lights about. Grateful to be back, Blessing tossed in the bed. Still, She was pissed. While it was relieving what she had seen, a while back was only just some dream, a part of her wished she had not woken up. The truth of the dream was out there. To be awake from it only made her realize how horrible it was. How worse it was. She left her siblings without a single thought to them. All in the search for some power that she knew not the origins of. All for the acceptance of a boy. Just how long could she go? Her heart sighed heavily as her body tensed to rise. Usually, by the sound of the buzzer, she would have jumped up.
“Do you want to talk or not?” Beatrice demanded of her. Leslie scowled her face at this.the ultimatum of a thing was something she often rebelled against it. Having to make her follow the rules was the very thing that engineered her to do the opposite of it.This was why for each of the tournaments she had entered, she often refrained from using her system. Deciding to go all the way in melee. She sucked at following rules. And instructions. And that was her natural highlight.It was what endeared her to the Bureau in some sick way. And she enjoyed every bit of it. However now that her mentor was throwing the same thing at her, she reeled within herself. She very much wanted to refuse. To tell her that there was no way to treat her. Buts he could no do that. If the others she had met were within the league of whom she could talk down, then Beatrice. Lady Beatrice was not in that league. She was way above it. This was how much she valued and respected the presence and opinion of
Lekan heaved sadly. It was roughly three days since he had seen his Uncle die. Die in his hands. Even though time pased, the pain was still here. The emptiness ate at him. It made him a shell of whoever he was back then. And to make matters worse, there was no Blessing in sight. His phone lay just within the reach of his fingers. The display screen having the call dialog screen. A name was highlighted. It was Blessing. And the number of calls to that contact was 15 times. 15 times that he tried to reach out to her. To find out how she was. But she would not pick up. The pain in his heat had deepened. He knew that he was the cyase of this from her. He had told her off, harshly that night. Now, she had left him alone. His lips twitched in an ugly smile as he grimaced. He felt betrayal eating into his mind. The type that made him want to promise evil against her whenever he got to see her next. To punish her for this. For blanking out on him. When he needed her the most., She wa
Buzz! The sound of the electric buzzer boomed out. Blesing tossed in the bed now with a scowl on her face. She had just spent the whole morning without food. While it was not something she hadn't done before, it hurt. Perhaps the thought of the realization that she was being starved hit hard. It destroyed the thought of the Bureau being the agency that made sure everything was provided for them. Provided for them to have the comfort that they needed. While providing results to the Bureau in the long run. The cruelty of the handler earlier today made her question it. How far could the Bureau go if they were for once disobeyed by them? Or how exactly did they treat cases like this? With no food in her system, she has spent the morning thinking this through. Her insides hurt like hell. Luckily, there had been a bottle of water she used. The water holding back her hunger from overtaking her. Though even if that had happened, there was very little she would've done. "Get up!" The
The sounds of pounding boots drew nearer by every second. The rate of heartbeat within his chest exploded exponentially. Rising slowly, he strained to hear, noting how the boots rhythm slowed. It seemed whoever they were, they were putting some bit of caution. Like they did not want to make a mistake. He swallowed. Now that he was holed up, right in the room, he thought hard on what to do. His mind urged him to leave the room. Better to leave here than have people at the door. That way, he would be forced to come out. And the terms nah not even be in his favor. He did not want to wait for that. Not with his ears pounding, his heart beating sporadically. His limbs trembled, raising a shaky hand to turn the door knob. Careful enough not to make a sound, he slowly opened the door. He tiptoed now, first shooting out a quick look around. The bedroom, his parents bedroom and formerly the room for the late Uncle Desmond was upstairs. Much like the Way his room and the guest rooms als
“Alright guys. I need you to look alive for me.” Tabitha clapped her hands, mimicking the usual motions of Mr Dayo. Mr Dayo smiled at this, resisting the urge to face palm. While it was good that the girls were picking and Tabitha was at the forefront of it. He did not value the fact that she always wanted to mock him in whatever way she found. She was pompous, perhaps a little too much. His eyes surveyed the entire tank of the girls. These were promising ladies who would be pivotal to the policing strategies of the Hureau eventually. However, none of them had caught his eyes besides Tabitha. They were exceptionally promising, that was a given. Still, none had had that Tabitha level promising skills that she possessed. And while he did not want to always give the spotlight to someone as proud as her, he did not have alternatives. His eyes rested on the curious but various figures of the new girl. Blessing. The fact that she had called in, to voluntarily offer herself for the missi
“Ah!” Lekan gasped for breath as his eyes fluttered open. He painted, noting the restriction that held his hands together. His teeth grounded immediately as he realized what happened. One moment, he was on the stairs. Trying to peek at them. Trying to find a way to get out oor the house without being noticed. But that plan had gone to dust. Right now, he was on the ground, kneeling. His hand tied behind him and his face watching the neatly polished grounds. He lifted his head as a wave of dizziness rocked his books. Looking up now, he saw the five gunmen. Each of them having their weapons drawn out. But neither of them faced him. Rather, they had their guns out as they watched, in bated breaths for the spatial distortions in the air to settle. “Damn, that bitch is already here. Feel free to open fire on her.” The leader then said. He wore a white helmet as opposed to the others who had all black, in sync with the color of their tactical black battle gear. Lekan friend as he rea
Sweat beads dropped from the side of Blessing temples as he held her pose still. Her muscles cried for help even as she continued, every inch of her calling to be left alone. She wanted to let go. To let her body drop down to the ground, let her bosoms kiss the floor in defeat. But she held on. There was Tabitha and she was not letting.the girl held on he pose like this was something that was so easy to her. Seh squinted, regretting why she had ever given into confronting her, her every inch of her screaming in pain. She grimaced. The pain did not stop. The pounding in her head continued to double up with each passing second. Blessing groaned in pain. And on top of it,the man who was supposed to be in charge of them was not unbothered. He had sauntered back to the handlers, holding a sort of conversation with them. Like the girls didn't even matter to him. She cursed in her heart, wondering if all of this was even necessary in the first place. What did they come here for? Was