The night was cold and blowy. The streets buzzled with noise and music, screams and jiggles and most frequently, with the groans and moans of high and crazy teenagers who littered the roads on both sides.Wearing a dark hood over their hidden face, a figure perused along the long and constantly reoccuring lines of boys and girls who were fluxing and coalescing, both in the darkness of corners and in the highlights of the street, filling their lungs with smoke and their hearts with lust.The figure moved past them all slowly, one after the other, and towards a glowing building which seemed to be one of the only few things that luminated the scenery and gave it a little light of vision.As the figure came into the light, half of their hidden face was caught in its rays. Their feminine chin was visible and one could now guess that she was a woman. She had a bag around her back.With her hands fixed in the holes of her deep pockets, she stopped before the bright building and breathed deep
7:45 amThe car slid into sight again, blasting forth through the tarred roads. Hermes had his hand on the car window as his leg pressed hard on the accelerator. The car wasn't his, but he cared little about that. He wanted to arrive at the address as fast as possible.Checking again through the piece of paper, he sighed. The location was only a few minutes away now. It could also mean that he was only a few minutes from another shock of his life, that is, if there was really anything else capable of shocking him again."This cascade doesn't end" he heaved. If he would find his mother from this current endeavor, then he would soon know whatever truth that had been kept secret from him since childhood.By now, he was in the said neighbourhood. The same Caveliona town which used to be a paradise within the lithosphere of the nation. That was very true, until the great havoc that happened many years ago during the bloodiest political election ever in the history of the state, pioneered b
Kicking down the door with his leg, he stood tall before the duo as the wooden door came falling at their feet.At Razor, Hermes heaved. "The herald of vengeance!" His words sounded quite funny even to the victim who was still in pains of torture, they just made no sense.Perhaps he had been thinking too much and too frequently about his revenge, and he just felt like using the rather comical phrase at that point. But it didn't matter, he needed more than a magic word to beat this man in front of him.Razor launched forward slowly, heaving heavily as he proceeded with one of his torture daggers in his solid grasp. "Who are you? How dare you show your face here?""What has this man done to you? What's the torture all about?""You walk in here to question me?!" Razor growled with fury, throwing the dagger in Hermes's direction.All thanks to the quickness of Hermes's feet, he was able to avoid the attack. And the flying knife stung onto a wall. As Hermes balanced his stance again, his
"I thought I told you not to feel comfortable around me. But somehow, you followed me to this place?""Opps! Sorry for barging in, captain. I see you had it all under control." She moved away from him as he rejected her hand, rising up by himself."You should be grateful I saved your ass. If he had taken your life, I doubt you would rest in peace or even get to heaven." She declared, pointing at Razor who still rolled in pains in the sand. "His victims all end up in hell, I heard.""He's not that great.""Oh yes?! Tell it to the blood around your mortal neck.""You ever died by his hands? And you ended up in hell?" Hermes asked, disdained by her evaluation. But his question evoked a weird reception. Haisley halted to a stop, and gave a stare so cold to Hermes that he could feel the icy touch rubbing tentatively on his rigid heart.If only he had the slightest idea of the things she had gone through over the years, that question would not have found its way around his thoughts, not t
"What do you mean?"What was he saying? That the key to that immeasurable bulk of riches was right around his fingers? How could that be true? How would he even know? He wasn't the one who gave Hermes the ring."I know who gave you that ring. I know he told you that it is to protect you. But it is way more than that. More even than the gold you're looking for. This ring has a very tragic story right behind it's very existence."Hermes ruminated on his words. There were hard and confident, and they harbored a certain fear."I'm not looking for the gold", he said, his eyes reinforcing his speech. "I want to find my mother."Then, bending down before Bell and staring into his suspicious eyes, Hermes requested. "Do you know anything about her?"This might just end his endless search. If this man knew of his mother's whereabouts, gold or no gold, he would be the happiest man alive. He would lay low completely and forget about revenge. He would live in peace without a lover, but then with a
"And with this, I am glad to announce to this gracious gathering of elites, that DeHa, the foundation of the future, would soon to be a realization. In coalition with the best of men and the greatest of minds, we shall re-revolutionize the world and remodify its success."A wave of thunderous claps clouded the ears as Derek Bradbury completed his speech and exited the stage, rounding off the entire programme.And as he exchanged pleasantries with dignified notables, a voice recognized him from behind."Nice speech you dropped back there." It said, "I almost got convinced."Turning his head, Derek found a familiar figure walking in his direction. "Mark Dengerberd. It has been such a long time.""Yes yes, I have not seen much of you for a long time." Mark picked up a glass of wine from a passing tray. "But hear I did, Derek. I've heard so many things about you and my ears have grown tired.""Stories fly, Mark. True and false.""My sources are unrivalled, Derek. Information is why I rem
"Where... Where is Hermes?"Bell struggled to utter those words. He felt as weak as ever. Whatever he was poisoned with, he could feel that it was killing him. He could not deny it; Survival was now a long shot and his days had finally come to an end."He has gone in search of a cure for you. He will be back with it." Haisley consoled his hopes, a concerned look in her eyes as she stared down at the dying man, breathing hope into his face.But hope had faded into despair in Bell's heart."I don't think I can survive... I don't...""Shhhh." Haisley put a hand on his dying lips. "Don't say things like that. I believe in Hermes, he will walk in here with the antidote. And you will walk out from here hale and strong again."Her words were power and the way she said them, the way she stared into his eyes."Who... are you?"At this point, the question was inevitable. Who was this woman with him and why was she so calm and comforting?"I'm just a friend of Hermes who believes in him". She re
"That's all you need, young man. You can leave with it now, I pray that your friend is able to survive the deadly toxins of the purple lotus."Accepting the gem fruit from the old orchard man, Hermes beamed with a bow, expressing gratitude.Without wasting any more second, he turned back towards his car. He needed to get back to the hospital in time. He had promised to be back within an hour but forty minutes had gone already.Even though he was moving with a speed twice more than the legally allowed pace on the road, he was still not fast enough. But luckily for him, Caveolina hardly had any law in place anymore. So he could drive even faster on the journey back.On the way back, he thought about Bell and his unconcluded story. What could his mother have said to him on the day she called? Did it have anything to do with her location right now or the location of the much wanted treasure?Whatever that secret was, he knew he only had to reach the hospital again and cure the man. Then h
Lyanna was lying on her bed, slowly recovering from the old wounds."The doctor says you will be free to go in a few days."Beside her bed was Andrew Henshaw, comforting her to a good discharge. He had always been there for her in the absence of her father, more than her brother could ever even if he tried.Lyanna smiled back at him. He was such an angel, she thought."Andrew..." She muttered, craving his attention. "What is it..." He responded as soon as he lifted his head, seeing the look of displease spread across the lines of her face."I am sorry for what happened to your father..." She had always wanted to say that since the moment she discovered that her father and his friend were really the ones who had taken Henshaw's life back then. "I am sorry for everything my father did to your family..."He put a finger on her lips. "That is gone now. We are now here together. Friends. Together. Forever."His smile was enough to convince her to be happy. He was the best thing she had k
"I am sorry about this. I will make sure to find him...""That boy stole my money. He walked into my house and stole my money!!" Albert Bradbury was in a rage as he recounted what Howard Smith had done. The boy had the guts to infiltrate into his home and escape with an extreme amount of money."There is nowhere he can go or run to. And there is nothing he can do with that amount of money. We will find him, and we will recover your money." Diego assured, still trying to calm down the anger of Bradbury.Adam Bradbury sat at a far corner of the living room. He was still in shock and horror over what happened the night before. The knife placed on his throat, threatening to slash through. He could feel the red sores which developed along the lines of his neck.Also in shock was Adam's mother, Stella Bradbury. She was also struggling to fully understand what had happened the night before. Worse, she could not understand what was happening right now. Who were these strange men? And why had
The successful businessman, whose profits had gone on a whole new level of rise since the past few months was in his house, having a glass with his wife and his son, Adam Bradbury. Albert was filled with smiles and laughter, clinking his glass cup with that of his family, recounting his success story to them both, hoping that his son would learn a few things and take inspiration from his achievements."A man who wants success must be ready to ignore all attachments. You have to keep an open eye, always on focus. Only then can you see the tiniest opportunities the very moment they appear." He schooled, smiling.Albert had sent away his bodyguards and protectors from the room. He just wanted to have an alone time with his family since that rarely ever happened in their life. He felt tonight should be a special night, but faith would have it, he could not have picked a worse day than that particular day.Howard Smith peeped from beneath the curtains. He had found his way and outsmarted t
"The case today. Accused, Andre... No last name. Versus the state"."This man has committed a horrible crime against our nation, against me and you. A heinous transgression upon a loyal citizen is a heinous transgression against the whole of us. He does not even have a lawyer, and that goes to show you how evil he has been proven. You know. I know. Everybody knows. No one wants to waste their time and integrity standing for him. In my opinion, he has already been condemned in the heart of the world, how balanced would it be if he were to be condemned by the hands of the law.""Mister Andre, after carefully considering the evidence put forward to the court and listening to the presentation of one lawyer, I believe this court has more than sufficient information to pass judgment on this case.""The court sentences Mister Andre to a long term of fifty years in prison. Meanwhile, if any other acts of crime or any disturbance of peace is detected from Mister Andre during tbe first thirty y
"Where are you Andre, we are about to move". Guerrero said through the phone.Andre was just a few minutes left to the spot where they had agreed to meet. It was a seaside location, where illegal boats would usually set sail. Then the boat would travel a far distance up to the middle of the sea where a bigger ship would be waiting.Along with the passengers of the other smaller boats which had come from different part of the cities just for the same purpose of transmitting people in secret, the people in the boat would be drafted into the bigger ship and the boats would return to the seaside.This was also done at other parts of the world, in other countries. Each boat would know the right time to leave the seaside in order to meet the ship at the predetermined location, and Guerrero did not want to miss that time.Andre and his daughter were not the only person who were trying to leave Twillightoria. There were other people too, and unlike Andre who simply just asked for a favour, th
"Welcome, my friend! It is really pleasure to see your old face once more. Is this your beautiful daughter? May I say she looks just like her mother? Too much, I tell you. Too much."Guerrero welcomed Andre with smiles and hugs. He seemed really glad to have the honour of saving Andre and helping him out of the country."Everything is set, my friend. The boat is ready, the sailors are waiting. All that remains is for you to step into the boat and set sail to freedom."Andre understood his words well, but he was no longer anxious to leave at this point."Diego and my son are still behind. We need to rescue them first, only then can I go anywhere."Guerrero frowned. "That does not make any sense, Andre. Diego knew what he was walking into when he decided to help you in your foolish mission. I am sure he wants you to leave now that you can, you do not want to get caught too. Now that would be too much a loss for anyone of us to bear. And your son? I heard news about your son. He seems to
"I must say it is quite nice to see you again, Mr Andre. Anyone would have thought that the other day would be out last encounter." Richard Dengerberd said, holding a recording device up to his face, displaying it before Andre and kids present.Richard Dengerbard had been in there all along, waiting fkr Andre to come for his daughter. Andre thought he had died the other day with Minister Henshaw, but apparently he survived. He must have gotten to know of Andre's connection with the other day when Andre first visited the hospital.Then he was surely the one behind the police arrival. He was the one who informed the world of his existence and ruled out Scorpio's name as the one behind Henshaw's death.He had intentionally moved unconscious Lyanna into this VVIP room to serve as a bait for Andre. He had intentionally made himself her roommate, and he had recorded all the conversation between Andre, Howard and Andrew Henshaw."You must have thought that you escaped the law when you killed
There was no more tricks to devise. He was now surrounded by the security men who came closer to know if there was a problem."What is the issue here?" One said."Nothing is wrong agent," Andre assured. "We are just having a little discussion, right?"The look on the agent's face drifted from a neutral perspective into an alarmed expression as sudden as a lightening would strike during a storm."Get your hands in the air!!" He reached for his gun, screaming at Andre.Before he could pull out his weapon, Ande had attacked first.The entire place became riddled with combat. Andre alone against the rest of them.But he had no chance in that open place. When the guns started firing, he could barely put up a fight as he placed a dead agent in the way of the bullets.The door of the section was right there, the agents standing right before it as the agents were now focused on him. To get to the door, he needed to get through them first. That was impossible."Shit! There is no way I'm gettin
"I will go in myself and get her out." Andre proclaimed. "What?" That did not make sense and Diego could not allow it. "You cannot do that.""We don't have any other option.""Yes we do. I can get some of our men to do this.""No..." Andre refuted. "I don't want a collision with the security agency. The best way to do this is by a using one man to take out the children quietly.""They are trapped in that hospital because someone knows about us. Someone knows about you. Whoever it is, they are surely waiting for you to come. Even if we must do this, it does not have to be you." Diego expressed his concern fully. On normal days, Diego was not the kind of person who spoke with full words or who cared about other people's safety apart from his own true family. But his relationship with Andre was growing past the borders of partnership and once again looking like brothers, just like they were when they were younger. And just like their daughters were now."I will go." Diego volunteered,