Drippers, white walls, a holter machine, a stretcher? Am I in the afterlife? Brian was still unconscious, was the after life hospital like? Whether you are drunk or high, when has the after life resembled a hospital? Even if Jesus never said how the after life was like, how just how? Brian wake up you aren’t dead! It’s true, not an illusion nor a lie, Brian survived.
Wait I am not dead? Brian still was in disbelief. How can I survive a fatal fall, how? This was pondering his consciousness. But just think, 40 floor building fall and you are still breathing? Not even science can explain such an incident unless…Brian was lucky, his body didn’t hit the solid ground. Instead it torpedoed right in to the truck that brought in mattresses for the wards. Fortunate you say, but not that much, he tricked death not pain . Brian didn’t land body first on the mattress direct. No he didn’t! The truck was covered by a 10 cm thick aluminum cover.So yes, he had to break through the aluminum before hitting the mattress. Ouch! Brian felt it, it was his body, through an aluminum covering, and a missile like impact on 10 layer mattresses.Who is this guy? Brian had just sobered up but he was nursing injuries on his upper body and back pains across his spine. Red eyes, heavy built, masculine in nature, dark skinned, no this person didn’t ring a bell. Yah! Confirmed he didn’t know the person sitting beside him, who seemed lost in thought and in his own world you may say. In disbelief, Ben was in shock, how! He questioned aloud. A pulse, is this guy alive?, Ben went to the holter monitor to confirm that the machine was reading the patient’s actual pulse.“Hello, I am your doctor Rink” pointing to his name tag the doctor uttered to Brian who seemed to have sobered up. “You are a lucky man,” he chuckled, “had Mr. Ben here not alerted us… Brian sir, you would be in a mortuary minivan, on your way to the metropolitan morgue with other corpses.” Said the doctor pointing to the direction of the morgue.“And just asking. What made you jump?” He questioned. And right there all eyes were glued on Brian, all waited for an answer. The doctor, Ben, the nurses all were waiting. “Were you drunk, high on weed, talk bastard what made you do such a bizarre and insane thing?” The doctor cursed under his breath but he didn’t allow emotion get to his head.He couldn’t do it, how can he they could not possibly have a clue, why bother Brian? His inner self told him. Backing down, Brian lay back down his stretcher and looked aside, it was clear he wasn’t ready to talk. Tears flowed, Ben had ruined him, why did he save him? He wanted to die. Now he has to face death in a week’s time. Thanks a lot Ben! Brian’s psychology sarcastically told his conscience.“What’s the bill doctor?” Ben asked, he was willing to pay the Brian’s bill. I mean he wanted to kill himself but he wasn’t capable, now burden him with bills for saving his life? The machines were expensive so with every second, the bill doubled, literally. But Ben had nothing to lose he had trouble spending money, so why think twice paying a stranger’s medical bill? He earned millions daily, what the hell! A brother in need is a brother in deed.“Sign here” Rink retorted and there, Ben just paid a 500,000 dollar medical bill for a person he barely knew, he didn’t know his name but from the doctor, stupid right? But hey, his Brian, the Brian, why judge him I mean all knew who is, given a chance he would have bought the hospital with just a signature on a cheque book.Only left the two of them, Ben saw it best to see if Brian could open up. He just paid this sucker’s bill, he should be ordered to do what Brian says, but Ben paid voluntarily so ego wasn’t involved nor was his pride provoked. Reaching closer to Brian, he sighed “I’m Ben, what’s your name?” Ben asked politely as if talking to a child.Silent, Brian wasn’t ready to speak. He hated him for not letting him die! Curse you Ben! Curse you! He said within himself with every breath he took.He isn’t ready to talk, walk away, you just paid his bill don’t force him, just leave Ben leave! His instincts taunted him. But it’s true he can’t force him, so being human, Ben walked away. “I’m Brian my name is Brian” he spoke finally in a weak somber tone.He speaks! Ben felt it was sarcastic and humorous, he was laughing but inside. Ben turned to look at Brian but then… “Mr. Ben you have to come, it’s your brother, Reuben” the nurse uttered, shaken. She looked afraid , worry drew her face, Reuben…what happened!Who in the world is born a billionaire? Well Ben wasn’t infact, before being a wealthy and filthy rich man he is now, he was nothing but a low life peasant being choked by the daily increased budget. He had the idea, he had the strategies but he lacked the core element money, capital. Ben needed money for his dream to be a reality. So wondering where the Tang family came in in this mix-up? Well they were the number 2 richest family in Korea at the time. And were willing to finance any business that brought profit and had less taxation rates. “Drug smuggling? Mhhh! Never invested in such a venture before.” Mr. Tang sounded amazed, he was instantly admired by Ben’s imagination. “And are you certain that you will prosper in this?, because I don’t invest in illusions.” Tang questioned, he maintained eye contact with him. If he fledges he isn’t confident. Ben knew this psychology and straight in Tang’s eyes, he nodded confidently. Mr. Tang admired this quality “Hope we will enjoy this
They had one shot, just one clear but they missed it, now the Tang brothers had to fly blind till they got rid of the problem, Ben! What a piece of work. The bomb didn’t kill him, what possibly can? This question haunted the Tang brothers, but then a phone came in. “Mr. Wu it’s for you…said it’s from the inside.” The servant uttered. He looked please, amidst the bad news Wu actually smiled, is that a grin? Li noticed. What possibly can make Wu smile at this tensed moment? What! Li was still in question.“Give me something good?” Wu said. Good news! Oh no, he had no idea. “I’m sorry, the brother survived, the brother isn’t dead! Blue lake hospital, third floor, ward 4, finish the job before he finishes you.” the deep voice on the other side concluded cutting the line. Talk of good news! What irony.“Down the south coast, blue lake hospital, third floor ward 4, finish the man you find, payment when done.” Wu retorted over the phone. He looked glad somehow. He just sent one henchman
Ever heard of someone who tricked death? Well, Reuben did, not once but twice this being the second time. It’s now two minutes past and nothing, Reuben just lay there, the hostile monitor was flat, no pulse. One more minute and the doctor declared the patient deceased.How! The doctor was dumb founded, but he wasn’t the only one, the nurses and even Ben were astonished. The hostle monitor recorded a pulse, but unless it’s broken, but it’s new that means…Yes it’s true you may not believe it but the 5 voltage shock did the trick. It boosted the heart pumping system and circulated the magnesium fast enough to neutralize the poison’s effects. The nervous system was gaining stability reversing the effects of the poison. Suddenly, a breath came out, he was alive, Reuben was alive. If Jesus was the only who resurrected, maybe Reuben was the second. But it wasn’t past three minutes for someone to be declared dead, so Reuben tricked death, who knew? Ben was now glad twice, he saw his b
Know the meaning of insanity? Well, Ben wants to have an absolute nobody with no skills, no survival tactics, a person who pisses his pants when they hear a gunshot, like Brian to be the temporary Reuben. This is meanwhile the actual Reuben is healing. That idea is the definition of insanity! Literally insanity.This decision was critical, he screws it, the business plunges down to rock bottom. He had to call the committee. “No way that is crazy! Does this dimwit even know how to hold a gun?” Elizabeth asked. She had a point, this abomination of a human being just tried to kill himself, he can’t hold a gun and now Ben wants to make him the king of the chess board? Yes maybe Ben has gone crazy. Everyone had the same thinking, the same thought, they all thought that Ben had some lose screws, literally! The bishops, the advisory council however, were open to here what Ben had to say, because he could not possibly just want to do such an unwise action without a reason. I mean was he l
He couldn’t believe it, was he still in a comma or were the drugs bringing some hallucinations? He who wore sandals as his Sunday best, wore a ragged long sleeved t-shirt as his favorite, and owned a mere 20 dollar fake Rolex watch coated in fake gold as his most prize possession, was now dressed in a 13,000 dollar tuxedo, and a real legit 45,000 dollar Rolex watch coated with ice. Who said you wouldn’t wake up rich overnight! Well Brian did and he savored every second.His 10,000 dollar debt with Gondi you wonder? Well Ben dealt with that, and for keeping him overdue Ben paid double the price, that’s 20,000 dollars!. He had money so why not spend it, he is rich isn’t he? Speaking of spending, Brian’s sister medical bills were not some 2 dollar bills, oh no! They were amounting to nearly 100,000 dollars now. Some medical bill right? But you know Ben, being a spendthrift was his favorite side of his real self, so he cleared all outstanding medical bills due, and heck! Even the doctor
Ben knew someone tried to assassinate his brother, and that the man was sent by the Tang brothers. He had to find this man, he was on the hunt for Rio. The word was out, as fast as a wild fire spreads on the dry grass of the African plains, so did the bounty for anyone who had Intel on the most likely suspect to have attempted the assassination.Days later in came a chain of likely suspects, but most were amateurs so it was easy picking them out. Further research analysis and there they were, down to two men, Bruno and Rio… Ben was left in an awkward scenario, on one hand he had Bruno, a hired hitman who did any task for the right price, he respected Ben but money talks. On the other hand was Rio, an also capable hitman who was known to do dirty work for politicians. He was fearful off Ben so it can’t be him unless… His thought was cut short because of a phone call that came in. “They found him, his in a warehouse down the south near blue lake hospital, right next to Billow superm
Wu saved his skin but barely, had he not been informed well… Ben would have landed in Korea 3 hours ago instead of Rio. Li on the other hand was excited, he was glad amidst the bad news and recent tensed moments, they pulled a smart move and out smarted Ben. “It calls for celebration!” Li announced and excitement vibes were filled in the mansion. Yes they outsmarted Ben but it came at a cost a dire one, but not to them, but to an important asset in their set piece, their inside informant in Madagascar. The mole amidst Ben’s empire.Ben was hot headed but was fond of keeping a cool head, not to let emotions cloud his judgment. He sensed something was amiss, he picked a scent like a hound there was something odd lurking in the oblique, yes he smelt it, a mole, a snitch! Coincidentally in the Tang mansion, Wu sensed the same, he flickered, the joy and ecstasy faded away, they saved a pawn but their rook was in harm’s way. Wrong move Wu! He messed up and he knew it, big time! Smart move
He was about 5.8 feet tall, he was more of brown skinned though his lower elbows were more darker. Had large pearl shaped marble like eyes, had hairy eyebrows, had equal sized lips, an average nose, had several dark spots near his lowered side cheek bones possibly from a rash. He had the lowered sides of his hair shaved and left the most middle part of his head to grow going upwards. It was like a growing tower with it’s sides often shaved. He currently had his left ear pierced with a dangling gold coated cross like earpiece, his other ear was contrast as it wasn’t pierced. His chest was bulging outwards forming a brick like chest with his nipples moved to the more left and right of his chest. Lowered was his hardcore abs that seemed oddly in good shape for a man of his age, and total six though some two seemed to be emerging at the lowered sides of his abdomen. And down was his approximately 4 inch snake in between his masculine thighs. It was more long and slender, than wide and sh
This man who saved him, who made him the man he is from the immature boy he was boy, who made him be the living example of from rags to riches, at this moment he had the guts to brush this away and end his messiah without skipping a beat, without no hesitation, without remorse in his heart. But the countless death toll proved he had no heart, proved that yarn in his head had killed the man and made him the vessel of chaos and pain, the man died ages ago only demons floated inside his shell. Staring at him like his previous victims he increased the weight on his finger, the pressure on the trigger till eventually… “Click!”, is this broken, he wounded scanning the death tool in hand to confirm his suspicions. No bullets, the magazine was empty the echo sounded, but why, he wondered, he was lost by the turn of events like why threaten his sister with an unloaded gun, did he love her? Were they together? All these filled the gaps but still it couldn’t make the full sentence. As he tucked
“Faster.” He cursed, even with a HeadStart Brian managed to catchup to his men and out pass them, “You good for guns only, your feet are mere Pinocchio sticks.” He rebuked them highlighting the facts in comparison to the mahogany fragile softwood barks he assumed built Pinocchio. But he was right, upper wise, they had bulging muscles, chisel shapes, but down, their legs were low on stamina, speed and toughness, he now understood why women complained about the bed performance of men with mishandled, unmaintained, let loose legs “Pathetic!”, he cursed boosting himself onwards without the excuse of a team behind him. “Wait.” He paused, there was something odd, it took him ten minutes to notice the behavior, they were running in circles, the ten minutes he marked the direction he went and noticed the mushroom he passed moments ago, the dying tree he tripped on, the baby sticker one of his men dropped from his SMG, “Shit!” he cursed his men arriving at the same time he dawned this. “Let’s
The ghosts of the Barian ancestry they called the haunted abandoned chapel. Years ago, it was told of the story, carried from mouth to mouth on the man who was chased away from the house of whom they called the Messiah, how evil overpowered good. The month of giving, it was the month priests fattened themselves on the offerings of their congregation, “For charity.”, they preached though it was their bellies fundraised to meet their gluttonous needs. Amongst them was a believer, from his ancestors, the line of grand parents to the first man, he believed that this chapel was the house of the supreme being, “Father!”, he would pray every day, before dawn and hours after dusk he would recite. Barian he was named after his birth right ceremony, his parents were of the tradition and of the foreign religion, rich in spirit and wisdom but their richest was the grassed thatched dome rooftop, their cubical shelter they called home, and like true religionists they were satisfied. Barian like hi
“Not much time… this condition may be permanent I’m afraid.”, the doctor dropped the disheartening news, “he may live with it but it will grow at a slow rate so maybe till his eighties will it be the size of a tumor.”, he concluded tying the note on his death receipt. His immature stupid decisions brought this condition, this unexplainable criticality, he recalled his struggles blinded by the love for his sister that he paid no attention to his own. In his initial hell life, when his sister was admitted amidst his scuffles and struggles for money, he attempted to rob the grocery saleswoman down the alley. He had planned everything knowing his sister’s bill was due the next day, he was aware of his victim’s behaviors, “First the fruits… then the wooden boards…” his scanning paused, “…Yes then the money.”, he gladdened his self, locked on the purse, its insides were unknown but it clinked with each swing. Starting his speed from far, he burst his left hand stretched as he neared his v
“Who am I fighting for?” he questioned angrily, his brutal side took over, his left both hands roughly clutched on her bloodied white shirt, “I said who do I fight for!” he screeched this time colluding her with the wall, her spine was at its limit, her body enough of the brutality. As she gathered the last of her energy to answer the simple question, her last question, she recalled the ordeal, how her so called husband assaulted her beyond humane reasoning. “How will I tell him?” she tensed, after she gathered herself from her drowning self she called a cab, boarded, paid and with no instructions she told the driver, “Drive.”, in a light weak voice. “He will know eventually better I tell him myself.”, she reasoned, still healing on the sudden blunder she just did her thoughts were in a whirlpool of confusion, “But will he understand? I’m his wife he will have to.” She consoled herself again, “I’m more valuable than her sister.” She bragged amidst the torment, this courage braved her
“When will you be back?” she asked half conscious, “Soon.” He answered hesitantly, how could he answer something not even he knew the answer, a year, a decade, a day, he had no clue, al he knew was the only way out was through that door and once he was out, he was closing the one behind him till… well till forever he guessed. Forever was limited though, after a month or so she was released from hospital and like all alone women out there with tycoon brothers she was moved in the remote west of the island where few people lived the conditions unlike the rest of the island were dry, hot and desert like in some seasons. There with a built home courtesy of her brother, she began small growth development, visiting the upper region more warm than hot she ventured in the weaving sector, then gaining the skills the salon department within her lifespan of her youth she had enough skill to make her self-employed, an employed or an entrepreneur, she just had to choose. Ben and Brian took care o
He glared on the vast blue calm waters, the soft winds and gentle sun touches erased the reality, the previous night front seat row witnessing death juggle them like pins in a circus show. It was hectic, terrifying and self-enlightening, Brian became open that nature was the only thing he couldn’t control, at least the only thing he figured. After their escape from their death givers a near month at sea they were approaching the island’s shore, after conquering and wiping Ben’s power like it never existed, they docked welcomed by their remaining mercenaries who survived in one piece though some in crutches, walking sticks and wheelchairs. “Welcome home.”, he greeted, the second in command who was now first since his superior was blown courtesy of Mist’s giveaway gift. “Call this my home and I will end you.”, he hissed slapping the gestured hand cursing as he slithered by, followed by his remaining crew, the captain, and the disrespected mercenary left to feel the deep thorn of lookin
For his brother and himself he had to do it, he didn’t want to but did he have a choice? No, he didn’t, he wished it would have never come to this point. To the shackles again and this time heavier ones, tighter ones, this time maybe death can save them or relieve them at least. Like the game he normally played he stared at death again, it smiled at him, they smiled back because Ben knew how to pull the wire just at the right moment, and once again death failed to get him, a whisker close but not close enough for the death cheater. Mili seconds before Lee fired Ben clicked his detonator and just then the tables turned for the third time, and probably the last time. Underneath the doom weapons went off, the unlucky men at the top were the unfavored by the look. One detonated between two, the force blew their face clean off to atom pieces only their neck downwards was intact, another close to an unsuspecting culprit behind his back blowing half his back off melting it from his upper back
He cried for the third time, and history proved he rarely did. The body count was off the charts, first Ben’s committee ghosted a whole docking security guard, Eliz returned the favor but hers was more straight to the point. However, this time Ben’s tears weren’t of what happened but what was to come, what he knew if happened he will be dead both emotionally and physically. So let the wheel turn back, some playback on the betrayal saga, the fleeing, the death scenes, all of it. Ben disclosed to the knights, Mila broke down in the inside, Risa glare towards the fire summoned the deepest locked emotional valve he caved deep within, and there both the two brothers a tear flowed one on the right for one and another on the right for the other. But they were in the middle of a war, a war that will take more of their lives if they had a grieving season, they had to man up, soldier on, “Yes they died,” but grieving was the one thing the befallen bishops would want them not to do. With the ig