The waiting area soon became relatively empty as the guests vacated the premises. It felt like a sort of simulation to the Langley and Paxton family. This can not be happening. Especially not on a great and beautiful day like this. The Langley family was all gathered in one corner of the area. The Paxton family quickly joined them, too. They didn't want to be the only one standing by themselves. Some relatives of the Paxton and Langley family had fled with the guests, too. The thugs of Ceballos didn't look like they were there to play. Just a word from Ceballos and they would pounce on the people.Chairman Langley was very displeased, but there was nothing he could do. He was not a fool. He could tell right now that things have changed against his favor. Although he had called Ceballos, Ceballos was no longer taking orders from him. The other members of the family were equally displeased. But since the patricach of the family could not do anything about the situation, who were they
Slade remained clueless as he stood there staring at Ceballos and his men.Why was Ceballos bowing, didn't him and his men clear the room to beat him to stupor?"What is this?" Slade asked eventually, after doing all the questioning in his head but never got an answer. Ceballos lifted his body slowly to look at Slade, but he didn't directly look into his eyes at first. Slade noticed this.The Ceballos who was looking down on him earlier. Who was staring down at him as though he was a piece of junkyard, was now reluctant to look him in the eyes? What a peculiar twist. "Forgive me and my men for being so rude to you. We must have lost our minds for a moment." Ceballos continued, now building the courage to at least arch his face to hold up the frame of Slade. "We didn't know who you were until now. If you do not spare us, we absolutely deserve your fierce judgement." He added, bowing his head to the floor again. Slade hated what was happening right now. He didn't hate the fact that
Jendall Kurtis's Villa.Candayce was pacing to and fro, from one corner of the room to the other. She was restless, unwilling to sit even though she had been told for the hundredth time. Jendall's eyes followed her as she moved back and forth. He was sitting in a reclining car, an aid for his old back. There were a couple of men behind him. All of a sudden, Candyce stopped pacing and started walking to her father. "You should sit." Her father urged, signaling at one of the many couches in sight. "I'm worried. Something bad might have happened to him. I don't know what this feeling is." Candyce's eyes were wild as she stake the claim. There was a shade of horror idling in the corner of her face. "Didn't you say that you watched him take care of some men all by himself? I think he should be able to protect himself. I have faith in him." Lord Jendall acclaimed, looking quite confident. "That was against the bodyguards of the Langley family!!! I'm talking about Ceballos himself! Ceb
Slade's eyes returned to normal, and Lord Jendall could not see the abrupt metamorphosis. Staring at the building from the standpoint, Slade couldn't help but stare in awe of the beauty of the villa. He had walked this lane for almost an hour, but he had never seen a villa as grandiose and exhuastively stylish as this. Standing in front of this villa made him discover that there was a mountain backdrop highlighting the aesthetics of the estate. The view was immaculate. "Let's just not stand here. Let's see if it's to your fittings." Lord Jendall insisted and led him towards the villa. The greenery of the lawn, and clearness of the pool were just too ethereal to be real. When Slade got to the doorstep, there was a whirring sound that come from the center of the door. It was a robotic activity that pushed out what looked like a camera from the middle of the door. "Since nobody has ever lived here, and you are the new owner, you have to register your face and finger prints in case
In the Langley villa, the atmosphere was tensed and there were hostile chatters flying around the space. All eyes were wild and mean, all for the same motive. Vixton was one of the people who was displeased and restless. He was pacing the foyer, to and fro. He just kept mumbling and muttering to himself. He was entirely red from rage. "We cannot let that bastard go scotfree.""That's right we've got to do something about him.""People like him should be made to eat their boots and die licking their own poo! So that in their next lifetime they wouldn't dare to mess with people beyond their class.""But why did Ceballos suddenly wanted us to go?""I'm more worried about how that bastard was able to maneuver his way and stop those thugs from shooting him.""What a joke! He's an ex-convict. A prisoner has nothing but time. He probably have been doing some workout, which must have given him a delusion to think that he can just do what he wants.""I'm sure my cousin will not let this slid
He ran quickly out of the house. "Mamita!!!" He called her name as loudly as he could, but he got no response. He was restless. At this point, he didn't know what to think. There were a couple of thoughts trampling over one another in his mind, yet he couldn't clear them out. His mind zoomed back to the pot of rice that had fallen on the floor. That couldn't have happened without some exertion of force. With the thought of force springing in his mind, his restlessness tripled and quadrupled. Did the Langley family find her again? Did they trace her to this house? Did they abduct her? Where is she, and what are they doing to her?His eyes had turned red at these thoughts. He could feel blood racing and rushing through his veins. His hands have been fisted, bones crackling. All of a sudden, he realized something. Earlier today, when he came here with Mamita, the neighborhood was a little bit lively and moving. Right now, things seemed unusually quiet. Slade took a deep breath. He
There were murmurs going around as Slade referred to the neighborhood as his. The elderly folks looked impressed. They didn't know him per se since they've only known Mamita for the past few years. Before any of the three men could say a word, one of the elderly folks, an old woman wearing a loose gown, had quickly stepped forward. "Maria, is this your son?" The woman asked Mamita, inspecting Slade from his head to toe. Slade's attention shifted from the current situation to the woman. He wasn't really bothered by the way the woman was looking at him. Instead, what she had just said picked something in him. His mother? Mamita, his mother? Although Mamita was older than him and was his nanny, she wasn't at that age to give birth when he was born!To think that she was being referred to as his mother hurt Slade so bad. Does she now look so old that his Mary Poppings now looked like someone who could mother him?A new phase of emotional roller-coaster was about to pop off, but Slade
Slade took a deep breath. He was getting to understand the situation gradually. "We came here to help these ungrateful old people! We want to see if we can save the water, but they don't want to see reason. How annoying." The guy spat on the floor. "May dog eat your mouth!!!!" One of the elderly folks yelled at the guy. "How dare you put it like that, you little scum! You want to pour chemicals in this river! But you want to kick us out our houses after pouring the chemical! And you want to do that tomorrow!! Are you insane? Where do you expect us to go?""It's simple. Don't you have kids or something. Go live with them for a few months." The guy scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Can you hear this forsaken rounded muffin!" The elderly man pointed in rage. "Carlos! You too! You'll do this to those who watched you grow and fed you?" A woman yelled at the third guy of the group who has been quiet since. Carlos basically lived in this neighborhood and was raised here. His grandfather died
Slade landed dramatically at the shore of the lagoon at the end of the Heaven Coast Forest. He looked towards the forest as his eyes squinted. His Vyion Eye was still active so he wouldn't have a tough time finding the lady. The classified vision highlighted the path that led in the direction of the lady. Soon enough, he found himself walking down a narrow path that led towards a fountain. He could hear the body of water crashing ruthlessly against the rock. When he approached the fountain, he found the lady standing butt-naked, her back was positioned towards his direction. She was dripping. It seemed like she had just finished having a bath. She was whistling, and her voice was melodious and very enchanting. The harmony of her whistles provoked goosebumps and made head swell to the intricacies of the unknown witchery. Suddenly, she stopped whistling. She felt a presence behind her and turned around to look at the person. When she turned around, there were two large cats standi
Slade could swear with everything that he held dearly that he didn't open the door. The truth was that, he had tried to do what the old man had instructed him to do, yet he didn't get the door to open. Instead, he had continously been thrown away from the door whenever he made an attempt to open the door. Right now, when he pushed the door open slightly, he realized that the door was open. "Did I open the door? Really?" He started to doubt his own sanity. "When I tried to open the door with the scar, I was thrown away. How can I open the door when I was thrown away? Getting thrown away, doesn't that mean that something is wrong?""But then, could getting thrown away be the side effect of successfully opening the door?" Slade tried to understand the most logical possibility of event here. It didn't make any actual sense. "If that's the case, then why did I get thrown away each time I tried to open the door? Did the door open three times or more?"Slade realised that if he remained
The lady was lying on the ground, between the cluster of shrubs as she panted heavily. She was stark naked and covered in sweat. Her hair was disheveled and some part of her body was smeared with dust and green. She sighed continously. A wave of peaceful air flowed all about her, giving her this comforting feeling that she had never felt in a long time. The lips of her honeypot was coated with her juice and her legs were trembling. She heard the footsteps receding from her and tried to sit up. Sitting up, she saw the monster man who had just destroyed her warmth. He had finished ramming her as though he was a tractor plowing through a tough forest. Yet he was walking away strongly as though he had just taken a nap. "What kind of a man is this?" She muttered to herself, as her rage turned into admiration. Then her face changed again. "Hey! Where are you going?" She called when a sudden realisation hit her. If he is headed in the direction of the Lotus lagoon, doesn't it mean tha
Slade knew that the last thing he wanted to do in this moment is to get distracted. He couldn't afford it. But staring at this gorgeous lady standing in front of him, he couldn't help but let his jaws drop all over the floor. He didn't even know what to believe in a situation like this. Was she really a lady or a creature! For all he knew, she might be something else disgusing as a lady. Even at that, Slade didn't think it would be so easy for him to disregard the fact that her choice of character was out of this world. Candyce was indeed beautiful and gorgeous. But the likes of these lady standing in front of him, would make Candyce jealous if they were in the same room. "I must admit it. You're quite beautiful." Slade didn't know when those words flew out of his mouth. The manner at which he was acting right now, one would think that perhaps he had lost his mind. Some might think that he was under a spell and was being bewitched by the lady. But Slade could tell that much that
"Don't you think it's stupid to come here all alone?" A sudden feminine voice said behind Slade. Slade stopped in his tracks. A mile ahead of him was the Lotus lagoon that leads to the island where Niel Rim-Adon had told him to go. Slade had been told by the old man that something huge await him there. Ever since Slade arrived at this forest, he has not been attacked by any creature. Save for the two nuisance who came driving to their death, which had distracted him, there was no other difficulty. Slade was closer to his destination. He could get this done quickly and return to his daily life of vengeance. He has only been able to pull one revenge off. There are still five more families to go! Also, he still has to reclaim the lost company of his family which was stolen by the six families. And he wanted to do so the way the six families had stolen it. He stopped thinking about other things that do not contribute to his situation at the moment. He turned around to look behind hi
The leader of the henchmen realised that he was flowing in the sky, yet he didn't know how that has come to be. A second ago, there was a stray young man standing in front of his car. He had tried to run the guy over when all of a sudden, he felt something hit his car. If he was driving through the forest, he would have thought that he had hit a huge tree in his way. But he was driving on a plain and tarred road that divided the forests. He didn't know what to do or think in a situation like this. "Ahhhhh!!!" He let out a piercing scream as the car started descending.The speed of its descent was very much quicker than when it was going into the air. The force was swift and very impounding. Crash!!! The car dove face down into the tarred road with its bonnet. The windscreen shattered, and the shards of glasses flew towards the face of the leader, spraying into the eyes of the fellow. "My eyes. Blood!!" He screamed as he felt the shards sticking into his eyes. He could feel pain
"Tell me Tyq. What brought you to my villa? Curiosity or chance?""I did." A feminine voice called from behind the henchmen. Candyce and Mamita walked into the scene. Candyce was leading the way. "Baby." Lord JK said as soon as he saw his daughter. When Tyq heard Lord JK calling Candyce "baby", he was almost horrified. The only thing he could think of was Candyce being the wife of Lord JK. He had a conflict in his mind which he was struggling with in that moment, but he couldn't really tell if it was the best thing to get occupied with or focus on the present matter at hand. "When did you return?" Lord JK added as Candyce walked to him and hugged him. "Not long ago. We saw him lying on the street and decided to bring him home." Candyce answered, now standing next to her father. Tyq bounced back into reality in that moment. It wasn't the game of guesses anymore. This matter was getting very real and legit. He couldn't continue to disbelief for long. Not even if he wanted to. "Y
The lad didn't stop for a moment as he kept on running after he had pushed the door open. He ran in the wrong hallway and kept on increasing his speed as though his whole life depended on it. Well, for a fact, that was the idea. He felt like his whole life was dwindling in his eyes. He got to the end of the hallway and found that there was nothing in his way but a tall and thick wall. There was no way he was going to break through the wall and smash it into pieces. "What the hell! Why is there no door at the end of this hallway?" He was really confused and worried. He knew for a fact that there was no going back in the direction he had come from. There was a reason he had ran away from that room. What if he was right? What if this people were tricking him to believe that they wouldn't end up harming him? What if they were only looking for a way to make terrible things happen to him but are disguising it as though it was something rather special. "Where is he? Where did he go?" De
Stephen was pacing the foyer to and fro. His head was hot and aching! He was in distress. His entire body was almost in a lock down. At this point, it felt like a part of his body had shut down. Suddenly, he felt an adrenaline surge course through his body. He walked directly to the table and kicked it. The glass table shattered into shards. He walked to another corner of the foyer and broke a few other things. He smashed the TV and continued to cause a havoc until he came to a pause. No matter how much damages he was causing, he realised that his rage didn't subside. It only felt like he was causing himself some financial mischief. Of which he didn't really care about. When he came to a pause, a new idea popped up in his mind. The idea was strange but fresh. His eyes lit up. It would seem like the common phrase that fly around people's lips, 'There's a light at the end of the tunnel'This new thought that he had seemed like the light he has been waiting for at the end of this lon