The foul stench of the toxic waste quickly filled every corner of the debate hall. The odor was unbearable, it was a mix of chemicals and decay that made people gag and cover their noses. Chaos erupted as members of the audience scrambled for the exits, coughing and retching as they fled the suffocating air. Even the cameras, broadcasting the event live, began to shake as reporters and their crews struggled to stay in the room. Darius stood in the middle of the disaster, drenched. His designer suit was ruined, his face filled with humiliation and rage. He wiped at his eyes, his fingers slick with the oily substance, only to smear it further across his face. “You’ll pay for this, Cloud!” Nathan remained calm amidst the chaos. His gas mask hid the satisfaction in his expression. Bianca and her team were also wearing masks as they proceeded to the exit. Before leaving, Nathan turned back one last time, his voice cutting through the clamor like a blade. “Darius, your reign of
“Stop this!” Darius shouted, but his cries only fueled the crowd’s anger. “You’ll regret this! All of you!” His words were barely audible over the jeers and boos.The officers made no move to shield him. In fact, some exchanged glances that seemed to say, *He’s getting what he deserves.* They maintained their grip, dragging him forward towards the police van.As the officers dragged Darius closer to the waiting police van, the noise of the enraged crowd continued to grow. Every step toward the van felt like a funeral march. And there, standing tall beside the van, was Nathan.Nathan's gaze locked onto Darius, and as soon as Darius caught sight of him, his humiliation and fury boiled over.“You!” Darius spat, his voice hoarse from shouting. He yanked against the officers’ firm grip, his body shaking with rage. “You think you’ve won, Cloud?” His voice cracked as he fought to free himself. He wanted nothing more than to pounce on Nathan and beat the living daylights out of him for putt
His curses rang out, but they were drowned out by the jeers and boos of the crowd.Nathan didn’t flinch as Darius continued to bark like a dog on a leash. He simply watched as the officers forced Darius into the van, his threats continuing to echo from inside the vehicle.As they dragged Liam forward, he didn’t resist. He moved like a man who had accepted his fate, his head still hanging low. Before the van doors slammed shut, Nathan called out one last time. “Liam,” he said, his tone softer but no less commanding. Liam paused, looking up briefly, his face pale. “You’ll think about this moment every single day you spend in that cell. And you’ll know that you brought it all on yourself.”The doors closed with a heavy thud, and the crowd erupted into cheers as the vans began to pull away. They continued to chant, “Justice!” Nathan stood there for a moment, watching the vehicles disappear down the road. Beside him, Bianca stepped forward, her expression a mixture of pride and reli
Clips of Darius being dragged toward the police van played on his curses, his threats to Nathan. These were juxtaposed with Nathan’s commanding presence as he delivered his speech to the crowd. The headline on one channel read: *"Justice Served: Nathan Cloud Promises to Rebuild Prescott."On social media, hashtags like #Justice For the east district#Nathan Cloudand #DariusExpose began trending. Memes of Darius being dragged away, along with quotes from Nathan’s speech, flooded timelines. On one popular talk show, the host, a seasoned journalist named Clara, addressed the situation with a panel of experts. The studio audience was alive with emotion, and the topic of the hour was clear: *The Fall of Darius Royal“We’re witnessing a pivotal moment in Prescott’s history,” Clara began. “Nathan Cloud has not only exposed one of the most corrupt figures in our nation’s politics but has also promisef to expose the rest."Her first guest, a popular journalist spoke first. “Nathan Cloud
Nathan had barely finished speaking to Vanessa when the sound of small footsteps rapidly approached them.“Nathan! My hero!” Brian’s excited voice rang out as he came bolting out of the house.Nathan turned around and crouched just in time to catch the boy in his arms. “Brian!” he exclaimed, lifting him effortlessly. Brian beamed at him, his face glowing with admiration. “I saw you on TV! You stopped the bad man! You’re the best hero ever!” Nathan chuckled, his lips curving into a warm smile. “You’re like a real superhero! You saved everyone!” Nathan’s chest tightened at the boy’s words, but before he could respond, Grace’s voice followed swiftly behind. “Brian!” she called, rushing out of the house. She was slightly out of breath, a dish towel clutched in one hand. “What have I told you about running outside like that? You could have tripped!” Brian clung to Nathan’s shoulder, giggling. “I was just so excited, Mom!” Grace sighed, but her frustration melted away as she l
As Nathan returned to the dining room, the aroma of Vanessa’s cooking filled the air. Brian was still filled with so much excitement. Nathan smiled as he took his seat at the head of the table, his usual spot, with Vanessa seated on his right and Grace on his left. Brian, of course, had claimed the seat right beside Nathan, his small hands resting on the edge of the table as he practically bounced with excitement. “Brian, slow down,” Grace said with a laugh as the boy reached for his glass of juice. “But, Mom! I want to tell Nathan about school!” Brian protested, turning to Nathan with eager eyes. “Today, we talked about heroes in class! I told everyone about you!” Nathan paused, his fork midway to his mouth, and chuckled softly. “Oh, you did, did you?” Brian nodded enthusiastically, his eyes wide with excitement. “Yeah! I said you’re the best hero ever! Some of the kids didn’t believe me, but then Mrs. Peterson said she saw you on TV, and she said you’re a hero too!”
At a private hospital, the quiet hum of machines and the murmur of nurses filled the air. Bianca stepped out of her car; she was dressed in a sharp, tailored suit. She had come back to the hospital to visit Sarah, the brave little girl who had endured so much. Nathan had given her the best treatment possible. She was in the best hospital in the country and attended to by the best doctors in the world. As she approached the pediatric ward, Bianca spotted Sarah’s father pacing anxiously near the doorway. The moment he caught sight of her, his face lit up, and he rushed toward her with a mix of relief and gratitude. “Ms. Bianca!” he exclaimed, extending his hand. His voice was thick with emotion. “I… I don’t even know where to begin. Thank you for coming. Thank you for… everything.” Bianca took his hand firmly but kindly. “No need to thank me. It’s the least I could do. Lord Cloud sends his regards and asked me to personally check on Sarah.” At the sound of voices, a soft, fra
The grand Prescott Hall was packed with people. Journalists tried to find the best positions with their cameras and microphones. The air buzzed with anticipation; people were intrigued but, at the same time, skeptical. Whispers filled the room as everyone speculated about the announcement from Raymond Locke, a rising figure from the remnants of Darius Royal's disgraced political party. The lights dimmed, and a spotlight illuminated the stage. Raymond Locke appeared, dressed in a sharp navy suit. His demeanor exuded confidence as he stepped to the podium. He raised his hands as he acknowledged the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen of Prescott,” he began. “Today marks the beginning of a new chapter for our great city and nation.” The crowd quieted, as all their attention was focused on him. The cameras of the reporters fluttered incessantly as they tried to capture every moment. “For years,” Locke continued, “we have witnessed the rise of a single figure—Nathan Cloud—who has