"Ryan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Belinda screamed, slamming the door in a rush to meet Ryan. He was lying flat on the floor with blood flowing out of his mouth like he was slobbering.Belinda desperately shook Ryan, pleading for him to wake."Ryan, wake up, wake up. What happened to you? Why are you bleeding?" Her voice trembled with fear. "Ma’am, you can stop it. He isn't going to wake up." Belinda looked up with a frightened face and tears acting as a cast to her daring eyes. The somber voice shattered her hope. Belinda’s eyes, filled with daring determination moments ago, were now cast in tears, fear etched across her face."He isn't dead. His heart isn't beating the way it does on a normal day; can't you save him?" Her eyes were filled with emotions, crowding each and every angle."He isn't dead yet, but we would need you to evacuate the theater for the betterment of his health," the doctor told her, carrying Ryan onto another bed before chasing Belinda out of the theater."Save him, please!
Lucian turned deaf ears to Belinda’s please. Blood could be seen finding its way to every corner of the reception. It was coming out of a figure; a male figure, he was grunting, panting, and letting out cries of pain."Why, why, why?” She sang. “Why did you have to have to do it, Lucian? Why?" Belinda's eyes were filled with tears, clouding her vision."I don't know." His voice trembling, his hands shaking as he threw the knife away. Lucian's eyes flickered with pain as he fell off Ryan's body with blood flowing out of his abdomen. A knife was present in his abdomen, cutting his body whole and out."What? Hey! What just happened?" Ryan asked, standing up to meet Lucian."Didn't you see what happened?" Belinda's eye threw Ryan away. "I closed my eyes, thinking I was going to get stabbed, so I definitely didn't see a thing.""While you were busy closing your damn eyes, he stabbed himself." She barked. “What? Doesn’t sound sane to me, if you ask me.” Ryan rolled his eyes. “Fortunate
Ryan’s hands were on his chest beating back and forth in fright. He grasped in an attempt to stop his aching heart from escaping. The letters were written as boldly as the writing on any screen. He was filled with fear, his adrenaline rising to the top, his heart continuously beating, and moving in harmony with every tick of time. His eyes were dilating, trying to capture the words perfectly in his head."Draco, what does this message mean?" He blinked repeatedly, his eyes still glued to the screen in front of him. "It's very simple. It means you are going to be rich soon." "How does death relate to wealth?""You will be dying of wealth. That's just it, Ryan.""Does that make sense to you?” Ryan shook his head. “Doesn’t make sense, not a bit.” He swallowed hard before continuing, “But it says I will be dying soon. How does that relate?""You would be dying of wealth. I repeat. And that's all.""Okay, even though I will be dying of wealth, how did I complete the tasks?""You saved
Ryan’s eyes could not leave the gift box spitting out notes of dollars. Turning back to Draco, a smile tugged at the corner of Ryan’s mouth, a silent acknowledgment passing between them after their recent exchange of blows, blood still trickling from Draco’s mouth."What- what- how is this?" his voice was impervious, pointing at the box displaying bundles of dollars. "It's just one of those gifts you get after completing the missions in games and all that. You understand what I mean.""It’s surreal. I mean, it’s unbelievable.” He coveted his mouth with his hands. “No one even me would believe this amount of money was going to be in that box. I knew my task reward, I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe not in this manner.” His voice sounded really surprised. "How would you know?” He chuckled. “…when all you do is run away from the one itself, thinking it was one smooth criminal machine in horror movies?""You can't blame that on me, Draco. You attacked me and tried to force me to
It had been two weeks since Ryan and his crew had gone to the bank. The news of one Man-R had circulated the city and beyond. He had gained fame and wealth beyond his thinking. He became the talk of the town. Belinda and Lucian had done a great job broadcasting the healing center to the whole city and beyond too. The center wards became filled with patients, and the reception was also filled with visitors and relatives of the victims. Is this me? What was all this about? He had always thought to himself whenever he wasn't working.With all of the money, fame, and living his utmost life, there was still a void in his life he tried to puzzle together. Smith on the other hand had spent an offer to Man- R who is the talk of town and had chanced him on the list of top richest persons in the world. Ryan had carefully thought of the offer, and he did not want to accept it. He knew if he accepted the offer, Smith would have a chance to see him, and the identity behind the Man-R mask wo
The young man sat on his arm chair so lost in his thoughts that if anyone made an attempt to steal from him, he was not going to know. Even if someone barged into the office, he still wasn't going to know. His turned his back against the door to his office while he let the heavy thoughts sweep through his head.He was still in his office right there in his hotel, but the excitement and pride he held over the past years as director was no longer intact. And it was all thanks to the new challenge he faced. At such late hour, he was supposed to be heading home. But, he couldn't. Not when he wasn't in his right mind. "I was right when I said you would meet him in his office so lost in his thoughts." Lewis said as he walked in, with Roberts right behind him. "Oh yeah. You were never wrong. Such a pity." Roberts said and they took their seat in front of him. Despite their loud voice which was enough for Smith to snap out of his thoughts, he still sat unmoved and unfazed. "Is whatever th
In the operating room, a tense silence enveloped Ryan and Draco as they sought answers in each other’s eyes. The atmosphere, though awkward, held an unusual calm, given the gravity of their task—a surgery to fight cancer."The blood flare technique was the only technique I had learned from my father. It was a technique with a variety of dangers but the only method to cure cancer from my knowledge." Ryan scoffed, he continued, disdain evident in his voice, explaining the blood flare technique inherited from his father. The lady could be heard wailing outside the theater. Ryan couldn't keep it in; he felt quite bad for this lady in question. Unable to ignore the external turmoil, Ryan’s sympathy surfaced. His gaze shifted to the woman on the table, her hands extended, stained with the ominous black blood. It wasn't going to be easy to cure the woman's cancer after all; it was a Stage IV cancer Leukaemia. "Are you going to stand there and watch me while this old woman dies, or would
"How was your meeting with him?" Lewis asked the moment he walked into the house without an invitation. Turner stared at him in confusion. He had not ushered him into his house. So, what guts? He thought. It wasn't up to a few minutes ago when he got back from where he had gone to. And just as he was about to lock up his gate, he saw Lewis drive in immediately. Now, he was already inside his house. He began to wonder if Lewis had began to keep tabs on him. "How did you know I was back home? You could have called. Or, have you suddenly started keeping tabs on me?" Turner asked as he walked towards him. Lewis had already gotten himself a perfect spot to sit in the living room, not minding the questions. "Are you really going to ask that?" He scoffed. "Come on man. I possibly can't keep tabs on you. I just happen to know your movements." Turner moved to sit across from him. His eyes held suspicion. He didn't like the idea that Lewis had visited him alone in his house. And that was