Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
Head of The Table No one is spared
Clang! The cold metal case hit the large rusted blue crate, sore, dragging himself backwards shuffling he got his share of the transpired chaos, but he had it better than the other two. One lay there, unconscious, his face disfigured from launched raining fists, his skull had cracked and slight blood tinkled drop by drop, he had it worse than all them, the chaos came at him hard! The third, leaned back, nursing his not one but now two bullet wounds, one through his arm another below his gut near his left upper thigh. He was fading, he tried as he could but it was flowing, the second bullet cut through a vein, and boy! He the blood continuously flowed gulp by gulp. He kept pressure on it which reduced this critical condition temporarily, but the more blood kept coming out the lesser conscious he became and slowly his head lowered, his eyes fading, his breathing was reducing and with gravity, bam! He collapsed heavily on the brick floor, blood mapped from below, soaking his cotton clot
Head of The Table Chaos again!
Eyes wide open, a sympathetic figurative expression masked his face, on his temple drop by drop leaked blood, tinkling down in streaming slight lines through his back head and down the brick floor, a hole was punctured in the center, and there he lay lifeless, still as a rock, as silent as death. He looked down, pleased with his accomplishment, glad he got rid of the troublesome tick of it’s back. The muzzle had cooled down, despite the recoil having slightly shocked Brian, he was still fit when most likely it would have drained the little he had left. From six down to three, Brian stashed the gun, the sudden cooled muzzle gave a tingle as it came into contact with his waist, untucking and covering the arsenal of death. But after this is when he came back to his senses, that’s when he became aware of his suddenly rampant environment, he had killed a martyr and now the chaos unveils itself, this time as a whole!Smoke from tires set a blaze, rioting screams from co workers suddenly t
Head of The Table Kill the head not the muscle
Blinding lights, fidgeting on a stretcher, “Help me!” He screams turning from side to side, blood leaks like an unplugged filled sink, “Shots now!” The head doctor shouts worriedly, nurses rush him in the intensive care in the far room of the 50 floor hospital, his in pain, a lot of pain but still within the pain ripping his nerves, the agony eating up his veins, he was not finished yet, they will pay all of them but till then five shots of painkillers lights out imposter. Masked, green gloves, stitching kits on the side, bundles of cotton cool, red every where, he lost a lot of blood if they didn’t close it up soon he may be gone, this daunted the doctors and nurses. One hour, two… they finally came out, gloves soaked red, sweat on their temples, overalls dispatched in the dirty laundry container, the head doctor neared whom he thought were the closest relatives to the patient after all they wore worried faces and waited eagerly. “His safe, we have covered up the wound. Give him a
Head of The Table Press hive
A week now and still the cries are heard, we want justice! They scream, chant again and again, each day fueled them to be more vibrant, it was for their generation they were told, so no sleep no rest it was just riot, riot, riot. The headmen had it all planned, they psyched up the people, planted the notion that this was the only way they could get back for all the cold killings, so each awakening day, under the hot scorching sun, they would gather by dawn, start their consistent and protests, till noon they wouldn’t budge food supplies were brought by masked well wishers dedicated to their cause, and till dusk they would go back and wait for the next day to do it again. This consistent bugging, the bickering from these two penny worth people was too extreme to now turn a blind eye, so the government had to come in or else it won’t be Ben’s empire that will be on the rioters list.SUVs buzzed in day by day, headlines were the same every day, it was always, “Today’s news on the docki
Head of The Table Tyrant in cuffs
One batch wore the A class uniform, dark woolen navy shirt with several adornments, blending dark navy khaki trousers, some varied military creases, while others had theirs in the more 5 pocket design. The second batch wore the B class uniform which was more casual, home Lauderdale, and of the more crisp military style, button front shirts with slight varying military creases, with khaki trousers and some in jeans, others added the touch with a leather black duty belt around. Sooner than later they were dressed in their respective police uniforms, and as graduates of the law enforcement they all had their metal badges, insignias, and some preferred to tie the knot with their signature black, tactical, style boots. They were yet to armor themselves since this was a sudden run up call, the head inspector had blown the whistle three times consecutively each blow louder and heavier than the last, signaling their sudden meeting. He was locked in his encased cardboard office, it was ten
Head of The Table Bail or Surgery
A stable pulse, more regular wave forms than the inconsistent one weeks ago, the doctors were glad, same to the nurses and Mist too. When he was brought in they were all tensed, he had lost much blood, worse was he was unconscious, so he needed blood and fast, luckily he was group AB so getting a compatible donor was less stressful, moments later he was out of the ICU. But still he was under critical condition, the bullet wounds had injured some critical tissues and cut some crucial nerves, so if ever the hostler machine was interfered with or any dripper was moved from it’s place by an inch, he was back in the ICU and this time he maybe not as lucky. Now that is the first brother, the one who was lucky to take some few blows and two bullets, one for his bravery another for more emphasis to the first, he lay in ward 4B, still unconscious however he had a stable breathing, there now is the second one, the other brother to be more specific. What was his name again, yah Risa.Opposite
Head of The Table Angry badger
His fist thumped impatiently the middle sized table, every second he would glare at the clock nailed on the wall near the inspector’s office, a guard would pass gladly he would wear the fake smile to prompt them to move on, he saw Mist leave without a word presuming he went to get the money and just any second he would walk in those open rusted brown doors and slap the officers at the reception with their bail cheque and bam! His free. But it was now ten minutes and his eyes glued those doors, a mother with a child, a father with faded clothes and tattered laptop bag, an average teen with swollen lips and black swelling eyes, he presumed that the one who followed afterwards was he, but no it was just a normal citizen coming to seek justice, some to frame others, who cares Mist wasn’t coming back. He was in disbelief, when the guard roughly cuffed him and shook him up as he dragged him to his cell, he still was in shock, “My lawyer is coming back!” He would scream as he became more re
Head of The Table Think fast
Faded blue painted walls tattered in random patches to make it all spotted white, four florescent tubes hang, two dangling by one electric cord instead of two some feet from each of the two cells, but thank goodness they weren’t working why would they the guards wouldn’t waste their dime on some busty tubes screw those inmates they took themselves into those cells so let them drown in the oblique pitch darkness that was kept alive by their heavy breathing, singing of crickets and the moonlight that scattered down via a small transparent cover on the roof. Each cell was double the size of the normal cell a normal suspect was put in, the bars were aluminum plated with steel cored at the center of each bar so if one thinks of cutting those bars they have to cut the 5 aluminium-lead alloy coating then cut through the steel and still by then he will still be trapped. You maybe out of the cell but you are still locked in the badgers room, the room itself was military designed, with only on