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 Dubois stood amidst the aftermath of his grim act, his chest heaving with exertion and his mind reeling from the weight of what he had done. Scar, the false god who had possessed his father's body, lay lifeless at his feet, his form finally still after unleashing years of terror upon the city.Despite the finality of Scar's demise, Leo's heart remained heavy with turmoil. He had slain his own father to rid the world of Scar's malevolent influence, yet the act of driving his sword into his father's chest gnawed at his conscience like a festering wound.The memories of his mother and their Divine Clan, slaughtered in Scar's bid for power, haunted him still.Leo's gaze swept across the chamber, his eyes searching desperately for the familiar faces of his crew. Among them, only two were conspicuously absent—Helen Jones, his steadfast love and anchor in tumultuous times, and Kyrian Homer, the insider who had aided their rebellion against Scar, albeit with a shadowed past.Panic surged
In the dimly lit confines of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, Johnson Ax and Arthur Columbus sat huddled together, their faces etched with fear and uncertainty. The news of Scar's demise had spread like wildfire through the city, leaving a trail of panic and chaos in its wake.But for Johnson and Arthur, devout followers of the fallen deity, the news struck a particularly chilling chord."Scar is dead," Johnson muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Leo did it."Arthur's hands trembled as he clutched his phone tightly, the screen illuminated by a faint glow."Leo and Helen... they're coming for us," he replied hoarsely, his gaze darting nervously around the warehouse as if expecting their enemies to materialize out of thin air.Arthur's hands trembled as he clutched his phone tightly, the screen illuminated by a faint glow."Leo and Helen... they're coming for us," he replied hoarsely, his gaze darting nervously around the warehouse as if expecting their ene
Leonardo Dubois sat at his desk in his makeshift office, the weight of recent events pressing heavily upon him. The city, once gripped by fear under Scar's reign, was now beginning to find its footing again under Helen Jones's leadership. Leo had played his part in reclaiming control, but the price demanded by Johnson Ax and Arthur Columbus threatened to unravel everything.His ex-wife, Melissa, held captive by his enemies as a bargaining chip. Safe passage out of the city in exchange for her release. It was a precarious situation, one that tested Leo's resolve and moral compass. He stared at the city skyline through the dusty window, lost in thought, weighing the risks and the potential consequences of his decision.The door creaked open, breaking Leo from his reverie. Helen Jones entered the room, her presence a calming influence amidst the storm brewing outside. Her gaze locked onto Leo's, concern etched in the lines of her face."How are you holding up?" Helen asked softly, her vo
Leo Dubois stood at the edge of the city, a tense silhouette against the fading twilight. His breath mingled with the cool evening air, eyes fixed on the approaching headlights that cut through the darkness. Beside him, Helen Jones stood resolute, her gaze unwavering despite the gravity of the situation. They were waiting for Leo's ex-wife, held hostage by Arthur Columbus and Johnson Ax.The car rolled to a stop, its engine purring softly in the quiet of the borderlands. Arthur Columbus stepped out first, his sharp features illuminated briefly by the headlights before blending into shadow. Beside him, Johnson Ax emerged, a towering figure whose presence exuded menace like a shroud. Between them, fragile yet defiant, was Leo's ex-wife, her eyes betraying a mixture of relief and fear.The car rolled to a stop, its engine purring softly in the quiet of the borderlands. Arthur Columbus stepped out first, his sharp features illuminated briefly by the headlights before blending into shadow.
Five Years LaterLeonardo Dubois was standing at the altar, looking calm among all the excitement in the grand cathedral. He wore a sharp black suit that showed off his strong build, with neatly styled dark hair and a small smile as he waited for his bride. His best man was Ross who branded at him with pride and Kyrian who was looking very affected by his old age was in the crowds with a smile on his face as he watched the wedding.Helen Jones, in a beautiful ivory dress with lace and beads, walked down the aisle with Hazel at her right hand. They had become best friends over the couple of years and Hazel and Ross were set to get married to each other just a month after Leo's own wedding. Her hazel eyes were teary with happiness, and her heart beat fast to the wedding music. When she met Leo's eyes, everything else seemed to fade away.Helen Jones, in a beautiful ivory dress with lace and beads, walked down the aisle with Hazel at her right hand. They had become best friends over the
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