"So he killed one of my subordinates?" Scar's voice boomed with anger as he referred the question at Damon. He was sitted cross legged on the floor facing away from from HS audience."Yes Lord, and not just any subordinate. This one was Lex Bronx who contributed a great deal to see you here today. And Leonardo Dubois killed him without remorse. Lex was a vital cog in our operations as he helped us hear things being whispered in the shadows and provided us with an inexhaustible supply of weapons and mercenaries" Damon said with an emotional voice as he knelt on the floor."Okay then, you're dismissed" Scar's voice boomed again and Damon looked up in shock."What do you mean I'm dismissed? Are you not going to do anything about his death? I thought you would be more affected than this?" Damon said as he rose to his feet."This is not the time to act Damon, this is the time to build. I expect you to go back to preparing our worshippers. The time to act will come soon and they all have to
Leo Dubois sat in his room in the hideout for him and Ross and sighed deeply as he let his thoughts predict their next movements and try to find out a solution to the mess they found themselves in.The ringing of the phone penetrated his thoughts and brought him out of his contemplation. Leo looked at his phone and it was an anonymous number that was calling him. He checked the time. It was late, to late to be receiving an call from an anonymous number."Leo Dubois," he answered, his voice steady and commanding."Leo, it's Kyrian," came the urgent voice of Kyrian on the other end. "We've got a problem."Leo's brow furrowed slightly with concern. Kyrian was not one to panic easily, which meant this was serious. He couldn't deal with more bad news not this late in the night. "What's going on, Kyrian?""It's Damon" Kyrian replied panicked to the core "He's found out about me. I think he knows because he just sent me a message telling me that he knew what I did and that he's coming for me
"How do you think he knew we were coming here" Leo asked in worry as he feared for the safety of every one under his charge. He wondered if the enemy knew all their locations and were just busting there time until they were ready to kill them all. "No, I think he followed us. That car over there looks like his own. He probably figured I'll call you for help and wanted to kill two birds with one stone" Kyrian replied as he stepped over the body of Damon. "Either way, we need to change locations again. Prevention better than cure and all that crap" Helen said with a sigh as she picked the gun."We'll have to send a message to Scar. Tell him that we've taken out his most important worshipper.. See if we can get into his head and influence his decisions with anger" Leo said with certainty.***Scar sat in his newly bought temple which Damon Fisher had purchased for him. Among Scar's faithful, none were more devoted than Damon Fisher. For years, Damon had executed Scar's will with unwa
Leo sat across from Helen for the first time in three weeks since Scar called the hunt on him. It was the first chance theme gotten to talk since the incident and Leo had a lot to talk about. Leo sat across from Helen for the first time in three weeks since Scar called the hunt on him. It was the first chance theme gotten to talk since the incident and Leo had a lot to talk about. "You told Damon Fisher about our informant?" Leo's voice was low, laced with disbelief and a hint of betrayal. His brow furrowed, his jaw clenched in restrained anger.Helen met his gaze with defiance, though beneath her steely facade, guilt simmered. "Yes, I did" she admitted, her voice tinged with regret but also with the weight of unresolved anger."He deserved to die, Kyrian played a part in my grandfather's death, Leo. You know what that means to me."Leo's nostrils flared slightly as he fought to contain his rising temper. "And you think this justifies jeopardizing everything we've worked for?" His
In the streets of Dartford, two people moved with determination. They wore dark cloaks fluttering in the wind behind them. These were Scar's loyal followers, Bjorn and Jessie. They were chasing Leo Dubois and Helen Jones because they had angered their god.Bjorn, his face showing grim determination, glanced at Jessie as they walked through the town."They won't get away," he said quietly but eagerly."Not after what they did to Damon Fisher," Jessie agreed with fiery eyes. Damon Fisher wasn't just a Scar follower; he spoke for their god. His death sparked a fury among Scar's followers, pushing them to seek revenge."They'll pay for killing Damon" Jessie vowed passionately. "Scar will punish them swiftly and harshly."As they moved through Dartford's busy streets, Bjorn and Jessie exchanged looks, confirming their mission. Scar's teachings gave them strong belief in their cause. Leo an Helen had killed a servant of Scar and every worshipper of the god was actively searching for the duo
At the abandoned warehouse which served as their new hideout, Leo Dubois and Ross exchanged urgent whispers, their faces etched with concern."Ross, listen closely," Leo's voice was barely above a murmur, filled with urgency. "Scar's followers are relentless. They're scouring the city for me. We must act swiftly."Ross nodded understanding the seriousness of their predicament. "I think the inspection officer that canner here this morning was actively looking for you. There are posters of your faces all over the city" Ross said to him and Leo covered his face in anger. His little fiasco with the two Fanatics hadn't paid off in fact it only served to double the attention on him. Leo leaned closer, his voice hushed. "Contact Kyrian, he might have intel on Scar's whereabouts. We need that information. The only way we can hope to get it if this alive is to kill Scar ourselves and ensure our safety" Leo instructed, his eyes reflecting a mix of resolve and concern.Ross acknowledged Leo's o
In the dark streets of Dartford, Leo Dubois and his group gathered, tense and focused. They stood around a makeshift table covered in maps and dimly lit screens showing bits of intelligence.Leo, his face determined and tired from weeks of evading Scar's relentless pursuit, spoke in a commanding voice. "We have one chance," he started, looking at his trusted allies. "Scar's followers control the city now, but tomorrow, he'll be vulnerable."Helen Jones, known for her bold actions, interrupted sharply. "We should strike quickly and decisively, catch him off guard. It's our best shot to end this once and for all."Leo frowned, thinking carefully. "Rushing in risks everything. Scar's weakened, but his defenses will be strong. We need a plan to strike hard and retreat safely."Helen crossed her arms defiantly, her eyes narrowing. "We've been on the run too long, Leo. It's time to take the fight to him," she argued urgently.Leo turned to Harold, a cool-headed strategist. "What's Scar's lo
I keep feeling like the death of Scar was not dramatic enough so I redid it. enjoy xoxoxoThe chamber was shrouded in a heavy silence broken only by the faint crackling of torches and Leo Dubois's ragged breaths. Before him stood Scar, the once-beloved face of his father twisted and distorted by the malevolent deity that had taken hold. Leo's sword, gripped tightly in his trembling hands, hovered between them, its blade catching the dim light as Leo struggled to find words that could pierce the veil of darkness that now clouded his father's form."Why, father?" Leo's voice was barely a whisper, choked with emotion. "Why did you kill them all? Mother, and the rest of our clan... the healers. They were innocent."Scar, speaking through the voice that belonged to Leo's father, regarded him with an unsettling calmness. "They refused to submit," Scar replied coldly, his eyes narrowing with an intensity that sent a shiver down Leo's spine. "They stood in the way of my ascension, of the powe
Leo and Kyrian stood with to their hands handcuffed to each other before the large portrait of Sarah Jensen previously Sarah Homer in the living room of her expansive oceanside mansion. He was surprised at how homely the building looked as it was all warm colors and bright decor which was in very sharp contrast with his own home which was mostly black and white furniture and filled with technology. The only gadget in sight in the living room was the large TV and he couldn't spot a single security camera around. He loved the way the home felt secure and welcoming and he was sure that even though Helen said nothing about it, she was worried by the lack of privacy in their own home. He felt she had been even happier since they had moved out of the house.He loved the way the home felt secure and welcoming and he was sure that even though Helen said nothing about it, she was worried by the lack of privacy in their own home. He felt she had been even happier since they had moved out of th
Sarah, Kyrian's daughter sat in her baby's nursery desperately trying to shush her from her screaming. She had already fed her twice but the child just kept on wailing at the top of her lungs. She had fired the baby's nanny a few days ago after she found out that she was having an affair with her husband. She had kicked him out of the house too and he had slept on the front porch for three nights in a row knocking and screaming and begging her to let him in. She promised to call the police each time his noise woke her up. It was probably the wedding contract she had made him sign before they got married that made him so desperate to win her back. He had signed away thirty to forty five percent of his business empire if they were ever to get divorced depending on the length of the marriage, currently she was eligible to take up to thirty nine percent of all he had without even lifting a finger.The affair had began from the night she hired the nanny and she didn't even know until she
Kyrian groaned as he got off the helicopter. At his age he didn't enjoy sitting in the sticky helicopter seats any longer. Old age took away certain luxuries from him he would never get back."Good day sir" the security guard greeted him as he stepped down onto the grass."Good day. Where's my car and escort?" Kyrian asked while responding curtly to the greeting."Right this way sir, just follow me" the guard said and began to lead the way to where the cars were parked. At a comfortable speed they should be able to reach Dartford City before night fall where he had dinner reservation with Leonardo Dubois. "Right this way sir, just follow me" the guard said and began to lead the way to where the cars were parked. At a comfortable speed they should be able to reach Dartford City before night fall where he had dinner reservation with Leonardo Dubois. He was slightly nervous because of how long it had been since he talked face to face with him last. He took a deep steadying breath befor
Gordon wiped his brow, the steam from the pots blurring his vision. The clatter of plates filled the small kitchen of St. Jude's Orphanage, a rhythmic echo of lives lived in shadows. He had just finished scrubbing a particularly stubborn pan when the sharp whistle pierced the air, cutting through the dull mood of the evening routine. Instinctively, he froze, the scrub brush still in his hand, unsure what was happening.“Come on, Gordon! We need to hurry!” shouted his roommate, Ethan, bursting through the door with a wild look in his eyes.“What....What’s going on?” Gordon asked, his heart pounding as he dropped the brush and followed Ethan into the hallway. The other boys were already racing past them down the hallway , they were laughter and shouts a mixture of excitement and anxiety which left Gordon more perplexed .“It’s a billionaire!” Ethan exclaimed, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it crackled with energy. “He’s coming to adopt a kid from the orphanage. They say he’s go
Hazel stepped of the first ladder of the airplane, the cool French air brushing against her skin. She inhaled deeply and smelled the fresh unpolluted air, a rare smell in Dartford. She lived the countryside but she had a mission to fulfill there . She walked back into the plane to meet Jason, the pilot who had flown them across the Atlantic.“Thank you, Jason. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this,” she said, handing him an electronic card. “The details for the rest of your payment are right here. Just follow the instructions.”Jason took the card, "How do I know that this card will pay me?" Jason asked. "Seriously man, you're doing business with billionaires and you're asking if you will get paid a couple millions?" Hazel asked with a slight chuckle and Jason nodded nervously.“No problem,Just keep him safe. That’s all that matters now.” he replied before she left the cockpit.James stood beside her, clutching a small backpack to his chest. At five years old, he looked so sma
Gordon Fisher crouched behind a stack of shipping crates as he scanned the harbor. The moon hung high illuminating the transatlantic ship moored at the end of the dock. The weight of desperation pressed heavily on his chest. Just hours ago, he had been a man with a plan; now, he was a fugitive, the walls closing in with every passing moment.Leonardo Dubois had shattered his world with a single announcement. He had told the truth about Gordon’s infiltration into his private mansion to the public. The man who had killed his father now stood untouchable, declaring to the world that Gordon had broken into his multimillion-dollar mansion, seeking vengeance for a crime that had haunted him for years. The plan had been foolproof—or so he thought.He had designed the security system for Dubois's home, crafting a web of protection that he believed would be impenetrable. But when he finally made it into the house, his plans spiraled out of control. Instead of finding Dubois's wife, Helen, in h
Kyrian Homer sat comfortably in the plush armchair of his holiday mansion in Spain, the golden rays of the late afternoon sun filtering through the grand windows. The ocean outside shimmered. At seventy-three, Kyrian had seen the world shift in ways he never thought possible, but today, as he watched the news, a chill raced down his spine, igniting memories he thought he had buried deep.The host’s voice droned on, a mix of politics, celebrity gossip, and the relentless drumbeat of tragedy. But Kyrian’s attention sharpened when the anchor introduced a segment about Leonardo Dubois—Leo, as he had always called him. After all the drama following Scar's death and with them regaining control over the city Kyrian had finally decided to take his hands off the steering and he left his company to his son and moved to Spain he had only been back to the States twice, one for Leo's wedding and another for James' christening.As the camera panned to Leo’s face, now framed with salt-and-pepper hai
Jason stared open mouthed at the man who stood before him. He had a chance to see the most vulnerable side of one of the richest men in the world. He didn't know what Leo was trying to hide his child from but he knew that it must be something or someone dangerous."I brought half your payment in full. My friend Hazel will be traveling with you and when you drop them she will get you the remaining half of the money" Leo said as he motioned to Hazel. "Where exactly an I going to drop them?" Jason asked Leo but he shook his head in reply. "I don't know. The only people who know are Hazel and James who chose the location. Hazel won't tell you the destination either until you are out of the country's airspace to avoid any sort of device picking up communication" Leo said a little bit paranoid but of course he was paranoid, if a deranged killer with a personal vendetta against you snuck into your house so easily with the sun if killing your wife, you'd be terribly paranoid."Alright then
"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