Helen smiled in her sleep as she watched her son's chest rise and fall in her dreams. She watched him sleeping peacefully and the scene temporarily changes to a scene of her husband sleeping peacefully and by the time it changes back to her son she screamed as she saw the faceless man again with his hands reaching out to steal her son.Helen smiled in her sleep as she watched her son's chest rise and fall in her dreams. She watched him sleeping peacefully and the scene temporarily changes to a scene of her husband sleeping peacefully and by the time it changes back to her son she screamed as she saw the faceless man again with his hands reaching out to steal her son.Helen woke abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest, sweat clinging to her skin like a clammy shroud. The remnants of the nightmare clung to her mind—a faceless figure looming over her son's bed, cold hands reaching out to snatch him away into darkness. She blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the lingering terror as she gl
Gordon Fisher sat alone in the dimly lit apartment, surrounded by a labyrinth of notes and photographs pinned meticulously to the walls. Each detail meticulously chronicled their lives—Helen Jones and Leonardo Dubois. He studied the information with an intensity that bordered on obsession, his mind methodically processing every tidbit of data. Their security routines, medical appointments, social engagements, family birthdays, even mundane details like their son's parent-teacher conference dates—all meticulously documented in his web of surveillance.In the center of it all, an old photograph of Gordon and his father Damon Fisher stood as a poignant reminder of the vendetta that fueled his every move. He traced his fingers over the faded image, memories flooding back of a time when his father was alive, when their family was whole. With a solemn reverence, he kissed the photograph before placing it face down on the table, steeling himself for the task at hand.Helen Jones was his prim
Melissa Dubois stumbled through the dimly lit nightclub, her vision blurred and her steps unsteady. The throbbing bass of the music reverberated through her body, mingling with the haze of alcohol and drugs clouding her mind. At thirty-two, she had long lost count of the nights spent in such places, seeking fleeting oblivion from the chaos that had become her life.She had just managed to navigate her way through a maze of bodies on the dance floor when a wave of nausea hit her with sudden ferocity. Melissa's hand shot to her mouth as she lurched towards the nearest restroom, her senses swimming in a cocktail of alcohol and regret. Pushing through the bathroom door, she barely made it to the sink before her stomach revolted, expelling a vile mixture of alcohol and half-digested food.The sound of retching echoed in the tiled room, amplified by the acoustics. Melissa leaned weakly against the sink, her head spinning as she tried to regain her composure. She splashed water on her face,
Gordon Fisher sat in the garden behind the kitchen window of Leo's mansion waiting as he counted time until his mission. He felt weirdly excited at the prospect of killing Helen in her sleep. He had never seen his father after he died, during the chaos after Leonardo Dubois defeated the Forgotten god and became incredibly feared across the entire city. He began dating Helen Jones around that same time and he increased his presence in the affairs of the city a thousand fold. His rise from being the miserable divorced husband of Melissa Dubois to having more power over the city of Dartford than the governor of the state itself took a total of less than four months and his power was solidified in the city. Gordon smiled as he thought about bringing down the most powerful man in the city."Family will always be the downfall of a man. If he had no emotional attachments it would be harder to take him down because he will make all his decisions with only himself in his mind but as he had a
Helen woke up with a start as she heard the soft alam sound of her bedside clock. She looked at the time and cursed reflexively as it showed her it was almost afternoon. The clock was supposed to go off in the early hours of the morning.She waited for a minute for her thoughts to rearrange and that was when she realized something important. She wasn't sleeping in her room. She pushed off the bed of the guest room and yawned as she stretched her arms."I do not know how the hell I ended up here" she said to herself with a soft chuckle before washing out of the room in her night gown. "I do not know how the hell I ended up here" she said to herself with a soft chuckle before washing out of the room in her night gown. She walked downstairs to the kitchen and poured herself a bowl of cereal for breakfast. It was a weekend and James was with Ross and Hazel in their house for a sleepover so she wasn't worried about James not waking early for school. She and Leo had to fight for over a da
Leo hurried down the stairs of his company's headquarters at full speed. His employees app looked at him in surprise as he dashed through the halls line a mad man. It was a rare occurrence to see Leonardo Dubois and it was even rarer to see him in a hurry and he was currently dashing through the building without security. "Mr Dubois" a pretty blonde intern decided to take her chances and stepped into his path in an effort to stop him for a moment but the glare he have her at that moment was enough to scare her away from him for the rest of her life.He forged ahead without sparing her a second glance and he was subsequently joined by a group of security guards. 'Attempted assassination' he thought to himself as he dashed through the exit doors and began weaving through the traffic outside to the executive garage. He had never left his company in the middle of the day so he was surprised at the traffic of humans shuffling around outside it. 'Attempted assassination' he thought to hi
Leo frowned as he removed his sunglasses to wipe the seat from his brows. The sun was scorching hot above his head and he stood outside his car watching the environment. His wife and son were seated inside the car unaffected by the heat stroke ravaging the state. The air conditioning were on at full blast as he left the engine running. He didn't plan to be outside for this long but Ross and Hazel were running late and with every passing minute he began to worry more and more. Beside him, the car's window was winded down a little bit and Helen poked her head out."They aren't here yet? Where on earth could they be?" She asked slightly annoyed. "Calm down, they'll be here" he reassured her before putting his sunglasses back on. "Give me a bottle of water" he says to get and get face disappeared from the window for a few seconds before reappearing. "We're running low on ice. The ones here could last us for another two hours give it take but we should restock at the next convenience sto
"What the fuck" Leo cursed as he stumbled out of his vehicle. He saw Hazel and Ross's vehicle reversing quickly and stopping a few feet away from the hitman's crashed car. They carefully stepped out while keeping their heads down. Leo got to the car them and forced the car door open. He took one good look at the half conscious hitman before reaching over and snatching the gun out of his hands"This moronic unprofessional is why you two were running over thirty minutes late?' Leo asked them with a slight smirk and they both laughed."You should have seen yourself when you realized we were being pursued. You practically made that turn like a formula 1 driver" Ross joked before he walked up to Leo and wrapped him in a hug. "Any one hurt on your side?" Leo asked with concern but they both shook their heads. "What of Helen and James?" Hazel asked a little worriedly but she smiled when she saw Helen helping James out of the car and waving at them."They're fine. We have to get out of her