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