'I hate liars. The ease and simplicity with which they manage the act. They are all two faced liars.' the words echoes deeply in his unconcious mind... Raven Dark enters the private hospital room. She carefully place the tray down. She took her usual moment to look at the young man. He has been in a coma for nearly eight months. Another nurse step inside, looking at his chart. “Is there any change, sister?” Raven asked softly. “No,” the answer brusque as usual. “Make him presentable. His family is coming for a visit today.” “Okay,” Raven waited until they were alone before she prepare to sponge bath him. Apart from that she rub tissue oil onto his skin, not wanting him to have dry skin. ‘I need to shave you but I am not allowed,’ she said softly to him. ‘I will try to make you more presentable.’ She start to sing softly, only loud enough for him to possible hear. ‘You know, Denver, I had two options in this life. My daddy was one harsh man. I feel embarrass about telling you this,
“Hello, rich guy. What did you bring me today?” Denver looked at the dumpster diving man. There doesn’t appear to be a single clean spot on his face. He refuse to wonder what the rest of him look like. What’s curious though, the man don’t overly stink? He handed him the healthy snack Raven insist he eats and a bottle of milk. “I say thanks again, but honestly, where is the meat.” “It’s forbidden in the house. I can’t even bribe the chef.” Denver replied drily. “Aren’t you the man of the walls?” the older man challenged. “I don’t know. I was raised poor.” “Now you rich,” confirm the man before biting into the snack. “I don’t know.” Denver sit down on the bench. "It would seem it isn't that easy to let go of a life you thought you knew. Who am I suppose to be now?" “What happened to you? You walk oddly.” Denver looked towards the ocean. He kept his distance from the water’s edge. He was afraid he might fall inside. “I am not sure.” “But something is puzzling you.” “Yes,” “I
“Denver Ricardo?" McAllen looked worriedly at the young man. He knows his approach is sometimes too blatant. The truth was he don’t do gentle anymore. It could cost lives. “Who are you?” Denver looked at the semi-naked man in front of him. He noticed the brief concern on his face. “I am the guy here to help you.” “What do you mean?” “Do you mind if I am very honest with you?” McAllen stood his full length. “You seem to know me. Is it all because of that footage on the internet?” “No,” “What do you want from me?” Denver struggles onto his feet. “I don’t want or need anything from you. However, I am able to help you.” “Why?” “Why not?” McAllen challenged. “Where I came from there is always a price to pay.” “You are not a tree, move forward. Stop being the victim." Denver slowly walked towards the balcony. He looked around and quickly realized the man has a perfect view on his mansion. There were he like to stand or sit watching the sun set, he now noticed Raven standing the
"Raven; can I talk with you. I have something on my mind that has me feeling confused and disjointed." "Sure, I will help if I can." "I am trying to piece my life together. I know I was raised with the believe that I am poor. The days and nights before and after my birthday; things unraveled fast." "Okay, what else do you remember?" "I can see the pieces but there are still some missing. I am curious, as to have I the ability to destroy someone else? I want to make them pay but am I really that type of guy?" "Only you can decided your future. I can tell you what to do but is it really your choice then?" She kissed him on the cheek before going into the bathroom. “Ricardo,” Denver looked at the unknown caller. “Go to McAllen. Your time is now,” said the stranger. “Who are you?” “Your enemy. I am coming for you.” “What nonsense is this?” “Your life, fool. Before I destroy you, I want that delectable beauty with you.” Denver looked at Raven now fully dressed but avoid looking
“Raven,” Denver step from the bathroom dressed in clothes clearly picked by her. She was the only one who could measure his new appearance. “I need your help.” He sit down on the bed pulling on his shoes. As he rose he looked at the ring who brought the transformation within him. “What do you need?” Raven stood crossed arms in front of the window. She has been watching the drones circling the mansion’s perimeter. “I need a moment alone. How do I get away from here?” “It would be difficult but I can go look to see what I can do. Please be careful. Watch out for the drones.” “Who is McAllen to you? It’s clear you both knows each other.” “He’s my stepfather.” She said walking towards the door. “Can I trust him?” “I don’t know but I trust him.” “Good enough for the moment.” “My motorcycle is in the garage. The keys are there too.” Raven was gone. The door silently closed. McAllen followed her towards the kitchen. Denver’s now keen earing made it possible to hear two sets of hear
The ease and simplicity they all managed to tell him a story; the words sound like a very familiar scenario to him. He briefly stood looking at the people who now in reality was his family. Denver senior and Daniel, closed the studio door. He noticed his mom; a woman he doesn't know. “Sit down son,” “I want to know what’s going on here.” Denver demanded. “I am aware of that Danny. There really was no need to run away.” “I just needed to think. Once in the ocean, I realized I should come back, father. Why did you change my DNA?” “I am going to let you into my past, it will feel like your reality. Just don’t interrupt my flow. I accepted my past, don’t alter it.” Daniel grab hold of his son’s hand. The current of electricity between them was explosively strong…it further increase when Cathy took hold of the other hand. “We are a family.” She said seriously. Denver felt him being pulled into a whirlpool. The fragmented images merging within him but knowing it wasn't his. It truly
Denver tried breaking the connection but his parents hold on tightly. “This is the only time we are going to let you into our past. Calm down.” Daniel ordered. "We made mistakes. We want you to learn. You are a Ricardo but there are mirrors of illusions around you." "What do you mean?" "Denver, to become your own man, you need to learn not to make the same mistakes. I want you to claim your righful place in Ricardo-Saint-Claire. Now shut up and learn our truth, our past." his father said annoyed. “Open this bloody door,” Cathy yelled again before slamming against the wood. She quickly realized she was hurting her own hands. Stepping away she stood wondering what to do now. She suddenly realized someone was looking intently at her. This makes her feel vulnerable and exposed. She tries to wet her lips again, in need of water. “Hello,” he said soft-toned. Cathy instantly turned in the direction of the voice. She saw him leaning like a waiting cheetah. He appeared to act leisurely but
Denver feels the quickening of his heart beat. He feels trapped by their entwined links... Cathy keeps circling the room. She was uncertain yet filled with a sense of wanting to take revenge. Flashes of her life with one version of Daniel Ricardo was driving her crazy. She keeps feeling her neck only to recall being strangled. “I did die, didn’t I?” she questions herself. “I wasn’t alone just before my death…or was I?” she tried searching her memory, there was something just out of her current reach. She has the continuous sense of needing to run but the pull for revenge was equally strong. “That husband of mine must die.” She hissed softly. She kept circling like a trapped she-cheetah… “Strange…why am I associating myself with that man?” “Let me out of this room.” Cathy was banging against the bedroom door. She looked around in fury, there was nothing useful. The first thing she discovered; there were burglar bars in front of the window. “That won’t do you any good, sweetie.” D