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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
Head of The Table On a Leash
They croaked, annoyingly, consistently, “Our well!”, the hoarse shrieks filled the empty whispers… till eventually he let them have it, they want their well let them have it. He had given up on the pity time wasting scuffle with amateurs, Brian aiming to heed to his fiancée’s recurrent pleas did all his actions for his love but now it was his own love… and there was no room enough for these frogs. After Ben had successfully breached and seized the docks and managed to limit its access, he had cut off Brian’s attempt to enter the island and realizing this he figured he will give him his island if he wants it so bad. Factually speaking this made Brian more focused on his two big kingdoms, he had planned to take over Mexico and soon half of the south America, also he had the northern side in his bucket list, so with these dreams it was reasonable he focusses on the bigger picture. “If he wants the island so bad let him keep it.” he convinced his spouse, his hands cupped gently on her ch
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Awake
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
Crossfire
“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 Barian Ghosts
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
Secrets unveiled
“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
Blood is Thicker
“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
Madman
“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
Hostage care
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
On Top Again
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
One Sided Loyalty
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
