The Quintillion Superstar System

12. Vincent Is Dead

Chapter Twelve

“Follow me and I will make you a stinking millionaire with my power and influence “ Don Jazzy said a cringey way in front of the crowd that started shouting , whistling and hyping him up.

“Uhmm, I don’t think this is a good idea “ Vincent said to Don Jazzy when he saw how he was smirking.

“Come on, it’s okay. You are a badass performer, maybe he wants to sign you and I don't think you need to be afraid “ Sassy combined Vincent with a beautiful smile.

“Fine “ Vincent said after gathering the tips he got inside his pocket because he doesn’t play with any single dollar.

Vincent, sassy and Don Jazzy were walking dangerously close to the sea that was behind the club where no one can see them.Don Jazzy and Sassy were all mushy and kissing each other while walking till they went deep into the sea.

But then, the atmosphere shifted. Don Jazzy's friendly facade cracked, replaced by a sinister glimmer in his eyes. He turned to Vincent, his voice dripping with malice.

"You know what, kid? I'm tired of fans like you. Always clinging, always wanting a piece of me. Well, I think it's time to give you a taste of the real world." Vincent's heart sank as he registered the malevolence in Don Jazzy's words.

Before Vincent could react, Don Jazzy's powerful hands closed around his shoulders, and with a swift, intentional motion, he shoved Vincent off the side of the boat.

Time seemed to slow down as Vincent plummeted into the deep sea, his body engulfed by icy water. Panic washed over him, and he fought against the force of the current, struggling to stay afloat.

Time seemed to slow down as Vincent descended into the depths of the merciless sea.

His heart raced, and his lungs burned as he fought against the suffocating embrace of the water. The once tranquil waves transformed into monstrous walls, crashing over him, swallowing his cries for help.

Darkness engulfed him, and every instinct screamed for survival. Panic turned to determination as Vincent fought to break the surface, his body thrashing in the inky abyss. His strength waned, and despair threatened to overtake him.

Amidst the vast expanse of the Black Sea, a young man found himself in a perilous situation, struggling against the relentless currents that threatened to consume him.

The murky depths enveloped him like a suffocating shroud, their dark embrace swallowing his desperate cries for help. Waves crashed mercilessly, thrashing him about like a puppet in the hands of an unforgiving storm.

As Vincent fought against the relentless forces, his cries for aid were muffled by the roaring waves. He struggled to keep his head above water, gasping for precious breaths that seemed increasingly elusive.

Fear constricted his throat, and saltwater invaded his mouth, burning his lungs with its bitter taste. Exhaustion gnawed at his muscles, threatening to drag him down into the abyss.

His mind raced, desperately searching for a lifeline. Images of loved ones flashed before his eyes, their faces etched with worry and despair.

Vincent 's will to survive intensified, fueling his determination to defy the clutches of the merciless sea. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he fought against the current, his body aching and protesting with each arduous stroke.

Time seemed to distort as Vincent 's struggle continued. Every passing second felt like an eternity, yet the shore remained agonizingly distant.

The Black Sea seemed intent on devouring him, its unforgiving nature exposing his vulnerability. In his heart, he yearned for a miracle—a passing boat, a helping hand, anything that would offer salvation.

But as the minutes bled into an eternity, Vincent 's resolve began to waver. His body grew weaker, his limbs heavy with fatigue.

The sea taunted him, mocking his feeble attempts to survive. Tears mingled with the saltwater that drenched his face, his cries for help reduced to silent pleas, swallowed by the vastness around him.

In his darkest moment, a flicker of hope emerged. A distant sound, like the faint churning of an engine, caught his attention.

The possibility of rescue sparked a renewed surge of energy within him. He summoned the last reserves of his strength and fought with a renewed fervor, refusing to succumb to the sea's icy grip.

As the sound grew louder, a beam of light pierced through the gloom. A rescue boat emerged from the horizon, its presence a lifeline for the drowning young man.

Vincent 's cries for help transformed into shouts of relief and gratitude, cutting through the chaos of the storm.

With the last vestiges of his strength, he reached out towards the rescuers, their hands extended towards him with unwavering determination.

In a final burst of effort, Vincent clung to the hands that had pulled him back from the brink of oblivion. His body was weary, battered, and broken, but his spirit burned with an indomitable will to survive. Vincent had faced the depths of despair and emerged with a newfound appreciation for life.

And so, as the rescue boat carried him to safety, the tears that had once flowed from desperation now transformed into tears of gratitude. Vincent had endured the depths of the Black Sea, a testament to the strength of the human spirit and the resilience that lies within us all.

“What happened?” The rescue men asked him but Vincent was too weak to even say a word.

He turned his head and vomited water before he lifted his head and saw Don Jazzy and Sassy looking at him from afar.

“It’s them, they want to kill me ! Why will they do that to me !” Shouted Vincent getting all scared and traumatized

“Leave us alone” Don Jazzy and Sassy said to the rescue men when they came to stand above the bloody wet and shaking Vincent.

“What do you want ?! Don’t kill me please , let me go!” Vincent shouted when he saw Don Jazzy bringing out a gun

“How dare you try to take my spotlight ? You will never be anything in this life ! You useless and stupid fool!” Don Jazzy shouted

“Sassy, please talk to him !” VINCENT pleaded but Sassy rolled her eyes and started staring at her long red nails as if Vincent was just an animal, she clearly deceived and betrayed him.

“Is that the police ?!” Vincent shouted, staring ahead and when he noticed that they had turned their head , he stood up with his little strength and ran back into the sea because that’s the only way he can swim and hide but then he was not to so lucky because Don Jazzy smartly pulled the trigger.

*Boom!*

The loud banging sound of a gun was the last thing that Vincent heard before blacking out into total darkness.