Isabella's eyes, lips, cheeks, and every feature on her face bled profusely from the barrage of punches Elara had decided to decorate her face with, creating a macabre masterpiece that mirrored the brutality etched upon the canvas of her battered visage. Even so, it did not mean that Elara stopped; she continued to yell and relentlessly push punches into Isabella's face. "Go Elara! yes! hit that motherf**ker," Isabella continued to hear as they cheered Elara up into hitting her some more. Her vision in this moment became blurry as she struggled to flicker it open; hence, it shut down into darkness. Nevertheless, it did not mean that Isabella gave up the ghost. In this manner, it only meant that Isabella was defeated, drained of all her strength. Even if, by some chance, she were skilled with her hands in combat, she had no strength left to throw a punch with her tired arms. Hence, the only thing she could do was receive the punches as she struggled for her life, unable to pass out f
Waiting for the night to come, like a woman anticipating her date at a coffee shop, Detective Sharon waited all day long for the sun to set and darkness to enshroud the earth.In her car, parked outside her home, Detective Sharon placed a call to one of her old colleagues at the police station.“Hey, Detective C.”“I already told you not to call me that. My name is Detective Cipher Shadow, for God’s sake.”“Alright, Detective C. I will make sure to remember your full name the next time we talk,” Detective Sharon said.“Yeah, whatever,” Detective Cipher replied, rolling her eyes as if Detective Sharon could see her.“Anyways, why are you calling at this time of the night? You should be in bed, probably snoring your lungs out by now,” Detective Cipher wondered why Detective Sharon had called her at this late hour.“You know the drill, Detective C. I need your help,” Detective Sharon said.“Wo, wo, wo, hold it there. Not again. I already told you that I am not doing anything outside of t
Like a criminal intending to break into a home at night, Detective Sharon observed how Attorney Hughes looked right and left, front and back. When he saw that no one noticed him, Detective Sharon witnessed how he quickly unlocked the door and went in. “Are you sure this is his house, or did he just break in?” Detective Sharon inquired once more, her voice cutting through the silence like a razor through paper, slicing through the darkness with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. “Yes, this is his home. I can’t visibly see why he did that unless you're willing to tread closer to the house,” Detective Cipher responded, her words hanging in the air like a delicate thread, daring Detective Sharon to unravel the mystery veiled in the shadows. As Detective Cipher spoke, Detective Sharon plugged her earbuds into her ears to aid communication between Detective Cipher and herself. She then opened her car door and bent out of it. Her height by her car was not taller than her car tires, as s
With the strength in Detective Cipher's voice resonating with authority, like a command forged in steel, he directed Detective Sharon to move the car. In response, she swiftly rose from beneath the steering wheel, and with a sense of urgency, she started her car.Accelerating forward with surprising speed, her car tires screamed like a teenager who had seen a ghost in the middle of the night. Consequently, she followed the direction she had glimpsed—the path Attorney Hughes and his company had taken, akin to a determined predator tracking its elusive prey through the shadows.As she got closer to them on the road, Detective Sharon immediately began to slow down, ensuring they wouldn't detect that they were being trailed. She positioned her car three cars behind them and drove at a minimal speed, akin to a silent shadow silently tailing its elusive targets through the murky night.The longer they continued to drive, even in the rain, the more Detective Sharon wondered where Attorney Hu
As Detective Cipher whispered to Detective Sharon, she could immediately discern that this group of men was everything she had searched for and that Mrs. Isabella Rosewood was right about Attorney Hughes. But without concrete evidence, what could she do?Without dwelling too much on these thoughts, she knew she needed to act fast; otherwise, she was going to miss this train. And with that realization, she opened her phone recorder app, hoping that the recorder would capture the words of these four men in the distance.Just as she opened the app, as if they had been waiting for her all along, they began to talk.“Are you sure you were not followed?” one of the men in the sharp, dry suit asked suddenly. Similarly, Attorney Hughes replied, “It's raining, and it's late. Who could have followed Mr. X and me here?”As Detective Sharon processed the name Mr. X, she scrutinized his face once more and saw what he truly looked like. But if that was not enough, it was a lie. To his face, she zoo
Silence and tension deepened in the dilapidated building as Mr. Alexander poised himself to shoot, mirroring the readiness of Attorney Hughes and Mr. X, both prepared to wield their weapons.Unexpectedly, just as Mr. Alexander hesitated to fire, a sharp "Bang!" echoed through the air as Attorney Hughes pulled his trigger with lightning speed.Contrary to appearances, Attorney Hughes didn't aim at Mr. Alexander. Instead, he directed his shot at the dilapidated building floor, intending to create a diversion. The plan was to secure their boss's safety by drawing Mr. Alexander's attention away from them.However, the anticipated success of their plan proved to be a falsehood. In that crucial moment, Mr. Alexander misconstrued the gunshot as an attempt on his life. Instantly, he retaliated, disrupting the carefully laid-out scheme.In response to Attorney Hughes, Mr. Alexander aimed his pistol and fired three times, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Before anyone could blink, he swiftly fled from his p
Witnessing Mr. Alexander suddenly materialize behind her car like a specter in the rearview mirror, Detective Sharon recognized the potential danger. She saw him pointing his pistol and shooting at her car, standing resolute as it approached him in fast reverse. In a swift and decisive move, Detective Sharon turned the car around in a propelling 360-degree motion, using the car's boot to forcefully hit Mr. Alexander away, akin to a strategic chess move pushing an opponent off the board. “Nice dance, Detective Sharon,” commented Detective Cipher immediately. With that, she sped away like a fleeting comet, leaving trails of dust and determination in her wake. However, their pursuit did not cease. As they watched her drive off into the busy road, Mr. X and Attorney Hughes quickly ran towards their car, now in the distance, executed a 360-degree turn, and chased after Detective Sharon. Similarly, Mr. Alexander showed no signs of relenting. With his life already on a downward spiral, fa
“I am losing control of this car!” Attorney Hughes screamed, the urgency in his voice evident like a desperate melody played on the strings of panic. The car had become increasingly difficult to handle due to the impact of the shot-back tire. Similarly, Mr. X's attempts to shoot at the police car behind them were futile, like arrows shot into a vast, empty sky, finding no target in the swirling chaos of the moment. Hence, the car he was in drifted on the road, with Attorney Hughes struggling to maintain control.However, if that were all, it was only a lie. The car became shattered like fragile glass when Mr. X and Attorney Hughes heard another "bang!" on their car, echoing like a thunderous drumbeat in the ominous symphony of deceit."Damn it!" Mr. X exclaimed. Their car was suddenly somersaulting like a leaf caught in the unpredictable gusts of a storm, spiraling into chaos.As soon as the police observed that the car of the criminals was somersaulting from their shots to their back