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Head of The Table Too much kills
One clinched for love, another barged in lust, the other hungered vengeance… these three emotions, the driving force behind each, but at this moment… the most hectic of what they confess in their life… death played its random game, the childhood song Britain toddlers looped within, the Italians skipped roped with, Madagascar three-year-olds would drive their mothers nuts… three candidates, death made its choice. The sudden change in everything literally, the rag was slipped from under their feet and the butcher had the knife and the meat. While they were busy arguing seconds ago, they were inconsiderate of the greedy bastard lurking who never hesitated to devise his conning way out of this or was it into? Whatever it was he was definitely not in the plan but as the drunkards falling in the Nile shores murmur wrenching alcohol not even hyenas could stand ten feet close to them, “always be prepared”. Now this blonde back stabbing guard had demands expensive ones, he was aware of this w
Head of The Table History’s fate
“Where are we?” one asked impatiently because this was not it, “Um… we are close.” he answered hesitantly, by the looks this was going south like way south. Was is it a wrong turn or did they go too straight… “F**k!” he cursed under his breath, this was his fault if he were serious about this mission instead of going lovey with his Romeo, they would not be surrounded by rusted tin can, old janitorial equipment, and a straight dead end. Tension built, they put their trust in him and he was leading them into deep shit than they got themselves in courtesy of him, Robert had taken charge of leading the way claiming he knew the prison and an old route abandoned which led to kitchen back where the next phase lay, but if his plan involved an old retirement home and a dead end then he his life was on the brick. Cobra was the most threatening because he was thirsty for both Robert and his mate’s blood claiming their sacrifice was necessary because they were more holding them back than pushing
Head of The Table It’s all real
Razor sharp canine teeth and half inch claws trampled the earth, half the man’s weight and twice as fast, voracity for flesh, blood thirsty as the demons they were, half breeds and efficient than the original species both German Shephard enhanced and grey hound imputed, they outmatched man by 4 to 1. The wielders were more lethal though, shotguns, SMGs name it these guards had them locked and loaded, after Gunner was informed of the breakout, he drove at fleet speed and he wasn’t there for comedy hour because Eddie Murphy’s show was over. He ordered immediate prison lockdown and he was serious as they come, all inmates were rounded up like sheep herded for headcount and as protocol each inmate was trolled to their cell and each cell had two inmates and if anyone was missing it was commanded there be immediate search from the air vents to the damn sewers wherever a man’s head can fit it was to be searched, torched or whatever but that inmate was to be found dead or alive. “Cell block
Head of The Table Life goes on
“Time waits for no man nor beast.” Every being knows this, the truth of life that the world will not stop for you for whatever the reason, whether you dying of cancer, grieving over loved ones, or you are locked up in jail and the world has to wait for you to break out, not in a thousand years, life moves on so you have to catch up at all costs. After Ben was out of the picture, life just threw them to the dogs, hungry, callous, dogs and they had to fight death many, many times. When Brian was under his barbaric rule causing havoc, he inflicted a scuffle and sent the two brothers, the knights, Mila and Risa, into serious medical attention. Brian was however fearful of these two because he knew these two weren’t the muscle for nothing and by the looks, they were more threatening than Ben was, so after crossing the red on Ben he went to deal with these two. A week after Ben was sent to jail the brothers had woken up, they were lively enough to walk but not enough to put up a fight agai
Head of The Table Hijack
Power, money… one without the other was insufficient, intertwined to bring the perfect figure of how true dominance transfigures, yet it was this embedded vine that each wanted, to get a taste one begged while the other burnt the whole garden to keep this and last tree for himself. Ben was aware by now that one on one he would outmatch Brian in any combat, martial arts, taekwondo, sumo wrestling, name it, Ben was superior in each but sadly the world doesn’t work like that but by the law, “Favors the one with the twig and disfavors the one who lacks.”, rule since the first ray of light. Brian had however branched his power, apart from the other two countries he had under his palm, home was the initial start and there was his foundation, so this small island was his goldmine one Ben preyed to snatch from him and do karma a favor. Under Elizabeth’s power, she was in charge of Madagascar’s activities from the highest bidder to the miser who stole bread to buy powder while Ben handled the
Head of The Table It doesn’t matter
He saw it coming… the war had left the docks, he ignored the signs and his warehouse back home is in smithereens, will he ignore it again because he pinned in his mind that Ben’s next attack is always bigger than the last. Taking precautions necessary he tightened his security, in every street, corner he circulated the air with a head hit on the first sign of Ben or his crew, this he applied Mexico and Japan because for him he was his priority, these two were the nig guns in his arsenal and he will protect it with his life and put others on the cross before they stepped their foot on the artificial land, whose toxins were off the charts yet remnants still surfaced adapted to this alien inhabit. So, for all he cared, the warehouse was the only thing that put Madagascar in his mind, and now that it was ash, he could rub off this itching scrab off his back and focus his priorities, he donated the island to streets kids to grow sweet on trees and drown rivers in chocolate he would care
Head of The Table Played the player
“Attack every structure… leave no stone plastered to its core, all of it down.” He ordered, wise from the start he had laid his plan and each was falling in place, the capture of their now ownership production site was proof. Ben had cooked this idea in a split second… Brian anticipated his moves but surprisingly Ben knew he would, so he let him think he will go with the same idea and walk into a slaughter house smiling the butcher knife blinding with the silver reflection it glanced back, but all meanwhile he had his actual plan in his back pocket. So, he made Brian think he was trying to escape so he can tighten his security, pull more guards, and eventually be easy as answering one’s own questions… the rage in Brian’s eyes, the disappointment in his heavy breaths was confession it worked like magic. So, the two chess players sat, at their pieces they were thinking, Brian had all the pieces minus some few pawns but Ben… the soldier was outplaying him with knights and bishops, one by
Head of The Table C4 Arsonists
“His arrogant but not dumb, he will arm his security.” He said, this advice made the sacrifice worthwhile, all the bloodshed for the greater cause. Ben till now had grown mentally to expect the worse amidst the best, that any moment they maybe locked by the bird in sky and a whistle of death will blow them out of existence disintegrate them like paper, and if this did happen then what? This question and his survival mentality made him have more than one plan, just like in prison he had a backup, Ben planned to invade one of Brian’s bases and he knew there was one of two. Best scenario they overpower and succeed… worst case they be wiped out and if this does happen plan B was in phase. Brian had one major and only safe access in the island, the port, this was his gateway so if he was to be cut off completely this port was the heart, the other entrances like air were thrice as armed and he was well known for his dirty work so that was not some attention they needed. Driving away they s