The sky was overcast and gray, mirroring the somber mood of the mourners who had gathered in the small cemetery. They stood in a semi-circle around a freshly dug grave, heads bowed as the priest recited prayers for the departed.As the ceremony proceeded, a lone crow perched on a nearby tree, cawing loudly. Its dark feathers stood out against the dull backdrop of the sky, and its piercing calls seemed out of place on the solemn occasion.Some of the mourners looked up at the bird with disdain, muttering curses under their breath. But others seemed unfazed as if the crow's presence was expected.The priest paused in his prayers, glancing up at the crow with a frown. He seemed to be contemplating whether or not to shoo the bird away, but in the end, he decided to ignore it and continue with the service.As the priest spoke the final words of the eulogy, the crow suddenly took flight, circling over the mourners' heads before disappearing into the distance. The silence that followed was b
Newton sat in class the next day, the events of the previous days having completely drowned out his awareness that he was still a student at Bayfield College.He looked around at the faces of his classmates who were present, forgetting what life was like at school and the constant ridicule he received from his peers. Two days out of class seemed like a long time.He remembered the event that led to the short vacation from school activities, the death of his classmate Harris. He remembered the humiliation Nicolas had recently suffered.The image that the thought of Nicolas brought to his mind, made him use his eyes to consciously search for Nicolas. He looked around but couldn't find Nicolas.He looked at the seat in front of him but couldn't find his friend Robert either. Just then, a few more of his classmates streamed into the class, Tonya and Allison walked in together, Jeremiah Lee followed shortly after, looking somber, and then there was Emily. Newton stared intently at Emily
Robert and Newton stood on the bustling street corner, waiting for a taxi to arrive. Robert checked his watch and sighed impatiently."I can't believe how long it's taking for a taxi to show up," Robert grumbled.For some reason, Robert did not stop the cabs that had been passing by, it was clear he wanted to board the same taxi with Newton, so he could follow him around.Newton looked at him with a furrowed brow. "Listen, Robert, I appreciate your company, but I don't want you to come with me when I head back to my boss's house"Robert's face fell. "What? Why not?""Please don't say it's because of your gigs at the site. I have made up my mind to come with you today" Robert pressed"It's just that I have some work to do when I get home, and I need to be able to focus," Newton said, avoiding eye contact.Robert narrowed his eyes. "That's not the real reason, is it?"Newton hesitated for a moment before answering. "To be honest, Robert, I find your constant questioning and skepticism t
Newton sat at the head of the conference table in a dimly lit room. His mob leaders sat around him, their expressions serious and expectant. "Gentlemen," Newton began in a deep, commanding voice, "we will have our hands full." The room fell silent as all eyes turned to him. Newton continued. "You remember the meeting we had three days ago, where I said I will make my findings on the person who was responsible for Mr. Alfred's death? Remember I suspected the Bagwells?" The men took off their hats, their expressions grave, "You did mention it, Boss" Newton slowly nodded "Yes. Well, it was the Bagwells. It turns out that their Boss carried out the act himself"A murmur of discontent rippled through the room. Newton raised a hand to silence them. "We cannot allow him to do as he pleases," he said firmly. "Our reputation and pride are at stake here. We need to take swift and decisive action to make sure they pay for the crime against us. Even if they are the Bagwells" The mob leader
Some hours later, Newton stood outside Mrs. Sergey's door, dressed in his plain, brandless white shirt and black pants, he also had a white face cap on. He had come to pay a visit to the woman, who lived with her children in the small apartment in the heart of the city. But as he knocked on the door, he sensed that something was wrong.No one answered the door, which was strange as he was sure there was someone inside the house. Newton knocked again, a bit harder this time, but still, there was no response.He could hear movement inside the apartment, so he decided to try the doorknob. To his surprise, it was unlocked. Newton pushed the door open slowly and peeked inside.The apartment was quiet, and the curtains were drawn, casting the room in dim light. Newton saw Mrs. Sergey sitting in her armchair by the window, her back turned to him. She was staring out at the city skyline.Newton walked towards her, clearing his throat to announce his presence. "Mrs. Sergey, it's me, Newton. I'
Professor Aaronson strode confidently to the front of the lecture hall, the rustle of his coat echoed through the room as he cleared his throat. The students quieted down, their eyes fixed eagerly on the man who commands their attention."Good morning, everyone," he began, his voice ringing out with authority. "Today, we're going to delve into the intricacies of quantum mechanics, one of the most fascinating fields of study in the world."He paused for a moment, letting his words sink in. Then, with a sly grin, he adds, "Or at least, I think it's fascinating. You all might find it a bit...quantum-y."The class chuckled, but there was a hint of nervousness in their laughter. Professor Aaronson was known for being a tough but fair teacher, and his expectations were high."Now, let's get started. Who can tell me what the Heisenberg uncertainty principle is?"A few hands tentatively went up, and the professor nodded encouragingly to a young woman in the middle row, Emily."It's the idea t
Newton lay eyes wide open on his bed, the lights from the colorful chandeliers which hung from the ceilings, sending him into a trance. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He glanced sideways, raised the phone to his eyes, and saw a message from Mr. Gregory. He nonchalantly opened the message, it read; "I've had to use a bit of forceful persuasion to intercept this information, so, please Sir, you should do exactly as the next information says, because we as the members of this great family are still not comfortable with the fact that our Boss will go into the Beanies's net, all by himself. I would like to also use this time to suggest you please change your mind Sir, and let another good Angel do the job" Newton let the phone drop from his hands and pressed his hands against his face. He thought about the task, it was only a wedding ceremony, he had done far more dangerous missions than going to a wedding ceremony. "What's the worse that could happen? They'll not give me drinks is the wor
Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pockets. He peeked at the message on the phone, it was from Grinch.He opened it, and it read. "Mr. Creswell is seating directly opposite you. I don't know who the other two are, but that man with the white beard is Creswell"Newton hurriedly slipped the phone back into his pocket. He smiled warmly at the men seated around his table, before sipping from his cup of champagne. "Mr. Patrick, I have a few things I would like us to discuss later" The man opposite Newton called out. Newton raised his gaze to the man. "Mr. Creswell, I'm glad you mentioned it. We do have things to discuss" he smiled warmly at the man before keeping his gaze down at the drink."Who is the young lad that is getting married?" One of the men at the table asked."He is the Beanies' Boss's Son, Arturo"Mr. Cresswell clapped softly. "I'm happy that young lad, Arturo, has the heart to even love someone. Hopefully, Rhoda would help tame that beast in him" "...A beast is what that
The cheerful laughter of students filtering through the air and the soft, melodic chirping of birds in the nearby trees created a serene and calm atmosphere at Bayfield College.For some, these sounds were a mockery of the distinct surge of emotion they felt as they glanced over their grade sheets, which were posted on the large wall in the center of the school."Thank you so much for everything you've done for me," a voice whispered next to Newton as he traced his finger along the rows.Glancing down, he returned a warm smile to the small figure with large brown eyes who stood beside him with a cheerful demeanor.He shifted his attention to the results sheets, "How were your results?" He asked.Allison Cornor hastily reached into her purse, unable to contain the broad grin that spread across her face. "Here, take a look, Newt." She handed Newton her phone, her eyes locked with his, a broad smile on her lips.Taking the phone from Allison, Newton glanced at the screen, his smile widen
To Newton's astonishment, the men in black masks fell lifeless before him, their once threatening presence reduced to mere corpses. Only Robert, Grinch, and Mrs. Elizabeth remained, fear etched on their faces.Startled, Grinch and Robert turned to see a figure with dreadlocks approaching, guns aimed directly at them. It was Drax, the man who had caused Newton so much pain and loss."Grinch, you fool. I knew you were up to no good the moment I laid my eyes on you," Drax's gruff voice boomed through the room, his gaze fixed on the trio of traitors.Confusion filled the air as Grinch questioned Drax, "What's going on, Drax? I thought you hated Mr. Norton too."Drax let out a booming laugh, finding Grinch's statement absurd. "Hate? How could I hate my Father? That man gave me a life I never had. Even you, he provided for you, but look at what you've become. You've fallen so far."Newton's mind reeled, the revelation turning his world upside down. "You killed my father, you devil! What are
The leader of the group, a diminutive figure, stepped forward, his voice laced with authority. "Newton, raise your hands where I can see them," he commanded. It was the same individual who had fled the gunfight earlier, with the Beanies in pursuit.Surprise mingled with confusion on Newton's face as he processed the situation. "How do you know my name?" he asked, his voice tinged with astonishment.Newton's gaze darted around, taking in the sight of his men, weariness etched on their faces as they stood with their hands raised in surrender. Their eyes pleaded with him, seeking guidance and a way out of this perilous predicament.The shockwaves of betrayal reverberated through Newton's being as Grinch, his trusted security leader and friend, stepped away from his side and aligned himself with the enemy. Confusion and disbelief etched deep lines on Newton's face as he stared at Grinch, his voice trembling with a mix of surprise and hurt. "What's going on, Grinch? What do you think you'r
As they approached the remnants of the factory, a scene of desolation greeted them. The charred remains of the once-thriving establishment stood as a testament to the destructive power that had befallen it. dust wisped from the ruins, carrying memories of a fiery past.In the dimly lit expanse of the factory, Willis stood at the far end, his frantic waves beckoning Newton and the team to join him. Newton quickened his pace, followed closely by Grinch and the rest of the team. As they reached Willis, they found him standing over the remnants of a destroyed gas cylinder, the charred metal a stark reminder of the fire that had consumed the area."This looks like the cause of the fire here, boss," Willis exclaimed, his voice tinged with urgency.Newton's eyes scanned the scene, memories resurfacing of their previous visit when they had investigated the Bagwells' altercation in this very place. "Yes, Willis. We have been here before. The fire was caused by a bullet hitting a gas cylinder,
With cautious steps, Newton and his men navigated the desolate ruins of what was once a thriving warehouse. The echoes of their movements mingled with the scent of smoke and dust, creating an eerie atmosphere.The small secured office stood before them, its walls scorched and crumbling from the devastating explosion. Newton's kick sent the door crashing to the ground, his eyes darting around the charred remains of the office.Grinch chuckled softly at the sight. "There goes their precious secured door," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction.As they entered the room, Newton's gaze shifted upward, only to find a void where the roof and air vent had once been. The blast had obliterated any trace of the trigger mechanism that would grant them access to the secret door below."How do we get down there?" Newton voiced his frustration, unsure of the next step without the means to unlock the door.One of Newton's men, his M4 rifle gripped firmly, inquired about the door's w
"Grinch, instruct the men to turn around. We're heading back home. This is not our fight," Newton firmly instructed.Grinch shifted his gaze to Newton, his expression conflicted. "I could have advised that we stay a bit longer and see who wins. Then we could annihilate the winning side since they would have been weakened."Newton shook his head, his voice resolute. "No. Instruct the men to turn around, Grinch. We're heading back!"Just as Newton spoke those words, Arturo emerged from the chaos, boldly walking toward Newton's side, showing no concern for the gunfire erupting around him from the Bagwells' side."Look at that devil!" Grinch yelled, unable to contain his anger and frustration. Before Newton could react, Grinch extended his gun from the window and fired at Arturo. The shot hit Arturo's chest, but it seemed to have little effect on him. With a wicked grin, Arturo retaliated, releasing a hail of bullets toward Newton's entourage, drawing other Beanies into the firefight.Duc
Newton lay on his bed, his eyes wide open as he stared at the exquisite chandelier that hung high in the ceiling, casting a warm glow across his room. The intricate patterns of light danced before his gaze, but his mind was preoccupied with the events that had unfolded since he became the leader of the Angels mob.Thoughts raced through Newton's mind, flashing like fragments of a vivid dream. Memories of his encounters with danger, the loss of Mr. Alfred, the battles with rival factions such as the Lees, Beanies, and Bagwells, all played out in his thoughts. Each experience had tested his mettle and forged him into a stronger and more resilient leader.As his mind meandered through the labyrinth of his memories, one question nagged at him, refusing to be silenced. "Why did Harris die? Who was responsible for his untimely demise?" Newton pondered aloud, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and frustration. The loss of his classmate still weighed heavily on his heart.A name surfac
Excitement filled the room as Newton and Grinch marveled at the key in Newton's hand. Newton swung the necklace back and forth, the key dangling from it, catching the light. Grinch couldn't contain his enthusiasm and quickly stood up from the sofa to join Newton."Guess what I've found, Grinch?" Newton asked, a wide grin spreading across his face.Grinch gasped in anticipation, his eyes widening. "Is that what I think it is?" He leaned closer to examine the key. "It's a key to the box?" he exclaimed, barely containing his excitement.Newton nodded, his smile growing even broader. "Wills never lies. He was right to trust Mr. Anon. The key was indeed with the Cornor family," he confirmed.Taking the key from Newton's hand, Grinch carefully inspected it, marveling at its intricate details. "How much did you have to pay for this piece?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.Newton maintained his warm smile, his gaze fixed on the key. "I didn't have to pay much for it. Just a small token of ap
Allison raised her gaze to meet Newton's, her expression perplexed. "Everyone knows, Newton. How did you not know? And why is it such a big deal?"Newton's attention was drawn to a tightly strung piece around Allison's neck. His curiosity piqued, his eyes widened in surprise. "May I see your necklace?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and intrigue.Allison, unsure of what to make of Newton's sudden shift in behavior, hesitated but eventually acquiesced. She carefully unclasped the necklace and placed it in Newton's hands.Newton's eyes widened in shock as he held the necklace—it was a key, the exact same type he had retrieved from the Lees. The realization sent a jolt of excitement through him, mingled with a sense of apprehension."How long have you had this?" Newton asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and urgency, as he held the key in his hand.Allison, still trying to process the unexpected turn of events, replied, "It belonged to my grandfather. It was