“The masked men.” Aaron, numb to everything around him, just waiting for the time one of those rogues pulled the trigger, remembered one of the highest-grossing actors in the 1960s who played a part in the 18th-century horror story, the masked men. He wished he were Stewart Hart, one of the magicians who cast away the bad guys in a single swoop. Too bad, the world of fantasy remained in the genre of unrealistic imagination. Back to his reality, Aaron was parched and heavily doused in his sweat that had stuck to his skin and obviously stained his white tee shirt. “Water.” Aaron croaked out. He had no idea how long he was going to remain, as cited on the wooden chair that sunk deep into his butt. His plea was rewarded with a cold splash of iced bucket water. “You can drink as much as you want.” Dragon snarled into his face, the stale whiff of his breath causing him to stifle his nostrils.Lucas stood in front of the prison entrance, white snowflakes, cascading the area, a sign that Ch
“SOS.” Dragon alerted the rest of the vile crew of rogues as Aaron could hear the scraping sounds of metals and the hasty movements of those enclosed with him in the confined space that had become his hell. Aaron could feel himself being lifted from the wooden chair, his stiff behind sent him moaning in sheer pain as he got dragged out of only God knew where.“Count your blessings, but never forget, we will certainly meet again.” And with that, Aaron yelped in pain with the law of gravity set in motion, he could feel himself fly out of the car and land on a granite and coarse surface. The blaring sound of cars and honks did not help his current blindfolded situation. “Get the fuck out of the road!” He heard a man curse out.“Wait, isn't that Aaron Churchill?” Murmurs and gasps flew around him. Aaron weakened to the knees and struggled to stand on his two feet but to no avail. Helped by probably a good Samaritan, he was eased of the darkness accorded to him by his persecutors. His
Ever wondered why the guilty scathe through the earth, wandering freely and conscience-free of their actions? Yes, Aaron, high on the sleep sedative injected into his fluid bag, was plagued with that thought as he struggled to stay awake.As a man, society had made him a far stronger version than he dimmed himself to be. He feared the dark and even the slightest glimpse of sleep, had him fighting with science in the name of a sleeping sedative.“Tell me more about yourself, Andrew.” Aaron needed a form of distraction, and Andrew stood to be the best viable option. “Where is he?” Aaron could hear the panicked voice of Helen down the hallway even in his sleep-induced fuzziness. He had never heard her discomposed. In a different scenario, he would have thrown caution to the wind and filled her up with feathery kisses.Helen wanted to validate the authenticity of the news Suarez broke at the station. Henry was now on the loose and in the absence of no lead on the case and dead ends, Hele
The metallic taste of the sedative distorted Aaron's taste buds. The hysteric and concerned look on Helen's face, clouded his vision as he slowly opened his eyes to the sleeping figure of Helen, lying beside him, their hands loosely intertwined. “Sir.” Andrew made himself known to Aaron, who had no intention to wake Helen from her slumber. “Shh” he made a gesture with his finger to shut Andrew from further speaking.Helen awoke, to Aaron staring at her with an intensity she knew so well. The heat in his gaze, consumed her whole unorthodoxly. “You're awake?” She brushed her feelings aside as she lightly grazed his forehead with her palm. “Do I call the doctor?” She asked herself and without waiting for Aaron's response made to leave the ward.“There won't be a need for a doctor, all I need right now is you.” Aaron's words did the trick, as Helen returned to her side on the bed. The tiny bed could barely host his build, but he did not mind making enough room for Helen. She completed him
The discreet discharge of Aaron from the hospital and Suarez's persistent questions and drillings caused a headache to build up for Aaron, who wanted to see his little man and cuddle with the love of his life. “Can you put a hold on the questions? I have already told you all that I know.” Aaron barked at Suarez in obvious irritation. “Do you prefer a different investigator, or are you just playing hard to get Mr. Churchill?” Suarez retorted.“Do you need something? Maybe a cup of orange juice or a cup of decaf?” Helen offered to make him comfortable for the series of drills Suarez had prepared for him. The two seemed to have gained a ground of understanding, and Helen's quick compliance to Suarez's annoying tactics made him wonder to himself exactly what he missed over one week.“Mr. Churchill, I know this isn't the easiest of topics, and the incident must have been traumatizing, but your testimony is very crucial to solving the cases that have built up in a month.” Suarez pressed on
Things were not as they were again, Aaron could feel it down to his bones. The news of Henry Neville out of prison came as a shock to him, but he quickly got over it. The man possessed quite an amount of power that superseded that of any other conglomerate business empire and personality."I'm coming with you to work." Helen stood on her ground, fully dressed in a finely pleated suit, she prepared herself, ready to head out with him to work. Aaron did not have the final say on this, she had already made up her mind. "I have tons of upgraded bodyguards, there is nothing for you to worry about." Aaron tried convincing her to hold her horses but to no avail.Helen was yet to disclose all that had happened in his absence. First on the list, was his wacko ex-wife, who in all sincerity, caused Helen to shiver in anxious anticipation of her next move. One step at a time, she told herself. Aaron might appear to put up a tough front, but she feared the incident had shaken him up a bit. "I tho
Aaron paced around the office, his palms, sweaty and knees weak. "Are you okay?" Helen stood at the entrance of the door, her worry-laced face soothing his nerves a bit. "Breathe." She instructed him, which he did without reluctance. "What was that?" This was a new feeling for Aaron, for a moment there, he had lost touch with a part of himself. In a nutshell, he never wanted to experience that icky feeling again."You were having a panic attack," Helen replied, placing the cup of coffee on his table. "Look at me," she gently drew his face, close to hers, her breath fanning his nose lids which caused shivers of delight all over his body.Helen had been here before, experienced the worst cases of panic attacks, and hated how exhausted she had her feeling. "I want to be here for you, what happens back there?" It would do Aaron good to open up to her, a listening ear was the best antidote for a panic attack. "Are you sure you want to be there for me?" Aaron asked her, the intensity in hi
Suarez arrived a few minutes later. One would think he lurked around the building, waiting to be beckoned upon. Aaron pretended to be engrossed with some work on his system, as he typed away until Suarez settled in. “Listen to this.” No need for the fake pleasantries, Aaron wanted to have a face-to-face confrontation with Dragon and see how gruesome and oppressive he appeared to be in person. The voice record, played out, while Suarez listened to it, with rapt attention.“Can the FBI work with this?” Aaron inquired from Suarez, who tried to decipher the voice on the other end. The voice sounded familiar, although he could not place his hand on the occupant of such a gruff voice, but it, indeed, held great familiarity. “It will be a thirty to forty percent possibility, but the IT section can put in the work.” Suarez assured Aaron. With a close look at Aaron, Suarez could tell he was exhausted. “Everything will be fine, Mr. Churchill.”Or would they be? Nothing seemed right, Henry Nevil