In the safe room of the Bolton's Mansion, Chris was on his knees in between the bodies of Rose and his father. He stayed still as he felt numb and stared at nothing in particular. He could sense the commotion around him but he couldn't really register it so he just stayed on his knees and did nothing as he allowed words pass around him. Slowly, he turned to look at Rose and watched the very slow and barely noticeable rise and fall of her chest, then he turned to look at his father on his other side, he was also breathing but with much difficulty. Chris looked down at his hands and found them bloodied and shaky then he looked up and out of the window. No one could say for sure how long he had been that way before the paramedics had come in but somehow their presence seemed to have been what he had needed to snap out of whatever state he had been in. As they appeared beside Rose and Michael Bolton to get started on their treatment and move their bodies, Chris jerked up and began to shoo
Chris Bolton walked up to the doors of the Bolton's Mansion's medical quarters with a smile on his face and pushed the doors open and the sight that greeted him immediately wiped the smile clean off his face. At a corner Monica and Mrs. Yvonne held each other as Monica let out gut wrenching sobs and Sarah stood off in another corner looking pale and shellshocked as she stared after a doctor as he walked away. No. No. No. Chris didn't like the scene at all. Wait. Maybe they were tears and reactions born of joy. Maybe Monica was crying out of relief and joy and maybe Sarah felt relieved enough to finally register and acknowledge her emotions of fear and worry. Maybe that was it. That had to be it. The surgeries carried out on his father and Rose had been successful and they were now stable and on the path to recovery and everyone was relieved and happy. That had to be it. Rose had said it herself that no one out of the six of them would lose their lives to the battle and he had believed
In his sitting room in his cottage at the countryside, Victor took a sit and turned on his TV to get the news. He needed to know what would happen next or what had probably already happened next between the Bolton brothers, after Richard's shooting. Victor knew Thomas Bolton all too well and he knew him to be a highly irrational bloodthirsty vampire disguised as a human. Thomas Bolton never waited to take actions that would draw blood and end lives, once the opportunity to do so presented itself to him. Victor had not missed the news over the last three weeks since Thomas Bolton's bastard had been shot. He already knew the young man had survived and had been discharged almost two weeks back but well, he was the adopted child of the irrational Thomas Bolton who never liked to look or feel like he had lost any fight. The bastard had been after the life of his own nephew for years. He knew Thomas Bolton would certainly make the most of what had happened to his adopted child and use it a
Still on his feet, Chris Bolton watched the strange but slightly familiar man saunter into the room and he felt around under the table for the handgun he had strapped to it. He wasn't sure how he felt about the stranger. On one hand, he didn't know who he was and given recent events he wasn't sure if his presence spelt danger or not but on the other hand he felt a familiarity for the man, almost like the knowledge of the man's identity was teasing his memory. He watched the man's face spread with a smile as he seemed to know all Chris was thinking and seemed to be enjoying the mystery he knew he represented to him at that moment."You need to be faster than that Chris Bolton. When you're not certain whether a person represents danger or peace for you, always treat them as a threat first," the man said as he nonchalantly took his sit opposite a still standing Chris Bolton. "You should have had that gun pointed at me seconds after I walked in, but alas, you haven't even unstrapped it. M
It had been two days since the attack on the Bolton's Mansion and the effect was still very present in the atmosphere. Chris Bolton, Monica and Mrs. Yvonne were sitted in Sarah's room. Chris had sent a message to Monica and Mrs. Yvonne to meet him there because he was worried about Sarah. Rose' death seemed to be having a mighty bad effect on her. She had spent the most part of the past two days in her room and Chris had heard and sometimes watched her switch from being sad and empty to being full of anger. When she was not moping or pacing in her room, she was blowing off steam in the training ground either in the boxing ground or shooting range. The previous day, Chris had watched her use images of Thomas and Richard for her target while shooting and when she had run out of bullets she had run into the field and rushed at the targets then proceeded to tear and break them down to pieces with both her hands and legs before slumping onto the pieces in tears and Chris had then had to go
Richard and Thomas Bolton were sitted in the lounge of the latter. Richard had just finished giving Thomas a report on the progress of the construction of their training ground and Richard had watched Thomas Bolton take the report in with absent-minded nods. Anyone could tell Thomas was distracted at first glance and Richard knew it was because it had been more than a week since they had attacked the Bolton's Mansion and they still hadn't gotten any definite news or report about them. Neither Richard nor Thomas Bolton knew whatever was happening with them. All they had gotten so far was silence. None of their warehouses and buildings had been attacked or blown up, they hadn't felt any unsettling presence, they hadn't noticed any suspicious movements, they hadn't even gotten a threatening call, nothing at all, nothing but silence and Richard could tell that the silence was unsettling Thomas Bolton more than a reported attack on any of their buildings or a threatening call or message.
In Thomas Bolton's lounge, Richard continued to take in the stranger who had walked into the lounge a little under a minute ago. From his rectangular rimless glasses to his suit pants and shirt and down to the black attorneys bag he was carrying, he certainly wasn't their usual type of company and Richard wasn't sure how he felt about him. While he didn't seem to spell danger, Richard also didn't care for his presence in the lounge as he had never really been a fan of strangers, especially when they did what he considered to be an invasion of his comfort space and invade his comfort space, this stranger was. Technically it was Thomas Bolton's but who cared? Thomas had come to accept Richard's constant presence in the lounge and Richard had definitely been enjoying it but at that moment, the stranger was taking away his comfort and Richard didn't like it one bit. He looked at him with his left eyebrow raised but the stranger just kept smiling at him. What was he? A robot? A raised eyeb
Chris Bolton stood at the entrance of Sarah's room as the realization that he was in love with her hit him. He had tried to ignore these feelings because they had been trying to get attention at a wrong time, but he couldn't ignore them anymore, not after seeing her sitted on her bed with her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun and her upper body covered in a big sweater and that innocently welcoming smile on her face. He couldn't say for sure how long he had felt that way but he could say for sure that his feelings were very much there and alive. They actually explained a lot. They explained why he had recently began to feel so drawn to Sarah. He had tried to ignore and not acknowledge them but that hadn't sent them away. If anything, it seemed like ignoring and not acknowledging them had probably only helped them quietly grow stronger. He stood at the door and stared at her even as his discovery opened up a dam of thoughts in his head. Why had he been doing his best to igno