The Quintillion Superstar System

4. Getting Kidnapped

Chapter Four

“Shut up punk” one of the officers growled, his voice low and menacing. "We know what you saw, and we won't hesitate to use force if you speak a word about it because the man involved is the first son of the Governor of the state."

Vincent 's mouth went dry, his voice trapped within him. The weight of their threats pressed down upon him, suffocating him further.

The room seemed to close in around him, the walls closing in like a vise. He stumbled backward, his legs trembling beneath him, desperately searching for an escape route that seemed nonexistent.

The policemen advanced, their presence commanding and overpowering. The gun, held firmly in their grip, seemed to grow larger, more menacing with each passing second.

Vincent 's mind raced, desperately seeking a way out of this nightmare. But with each passing moment, his hopes dwindled, drowned out by the overwhelming fear that gripped him.

“But it’s wrong ,he should lead by example and face the consequences of his actions ,it was so obvious that he was drunk and he killed the innocent little girl. You’re the police and should do the right , besides . I am not going to lie , why will I say something else …” Vincent said

Vincent’s voice trembled as he attempted to provide explanations, his words carrying a desperate plea for understanding.

Yet, his explanations fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the officers' escalating hostility. In an instant, the situation spiraled out of control.

One officer lunged forward, his powerful grip locking around Vincent 's arm, wrenching it behind his back with brutal force. Pain surged through his body like a lightning bolt, and a cry of agony escaped his lips, echoing through the house.

The second officer, fueled by a palpable rage, unleashed a torrent of blows upon Vincent 's defenseless form.

Each strike landed with an unforgiving ferocity, an onslaught of fists that bruised and battered his already shattered spirit. The young man's pleas for mercy were met with merciless laughter, their brutality seemingly unquenchable.

The room became a battleground, the walls bearing witness to a grotesque dance of power and pain.

Furniture was overturned, shattering the serenity that once enveloped the space. Blood splattered across the pristine tiles, painting a grim tableau of violence and injustice.

Time seemed to stretch and warp as Vincent 's body absorbed the punishment, his consciousness fading in and out like a flickering light.

Amidst the haze of pain, a realization took hold – he was alone, trapped within his own house, victim to a ruthless abuse of authority.

As the final blows landed, Vincent 's battered body crumpled to the floor, a pitiful heap of broken dreams and shattered innocence. The officers, satisfied with their show of dominance, cast a disdainful glance at their handiwork before leaving the scene, their departure as abrupt as their arrival.

Silence settled upon the ravaged house, broken only by the soft sound of Vincent 's ragged breaths.

Pain etched deep into his weary bones, he mustered the strength to drag himself towards a phone, fingers trembling as he dialed for help. Through blurred vision and a voice choked with anguish, he shared his tale, seeking justice in a world that had turned its back on him.

In the aftermath of that harrowing night, a resilient spirit emerged from the ruins. Vincent , scarred and broken, vowed to rise above the torment he had endured in this life because of his statue; he can’t even report this to the police.

Vincent’s body was weak and aching throughout the night. As his eyes slowly fluttered open, he felt the heaviness of his limbs, reminding him of the burden he carried within.

Today was the day he had been eagerly anticipating, the day he would find out if his dreams of attending school on a scholarship would come true.

With great effort, Vincent managed to push himself up from the comfort of his tattered bed. The creaking sound echoed through the room, matching the creaks and groans that emanated from his own body.

Every movement seemed to be a reminder of his frailty, yet he refused to let it dampen his spirits. Determination filled his heart as he shuffled towards his old wooden desk, his faithful companion for countless hours of studying.

The desktop computer sat atop the desk, its beige exterior worn and marked by the passage of time. Vincent 's fingers, weak and trembling, reached out to power on the machine.

He patiently waited for it to come to life, its familiar hum signaling that it was ready for his command. This old computer had been with him through thick and thin, a portal to knowledge and possibilities.

As the screen flickered to life, Vincent 's heart raced with anticipation. He clicked on the web browser, his shaky fingers navigating the mouse with utmost care.

The slow dial-up connection brought him back to a simpler time, as he patiently waited for the browser to load. Finally, the homepage appeared, and he found himself staring at the login page of the scholarship admission portal.

With bated breath, Vincent entered his credentials, his fingers faltering on the keyboard. His weak eyes strained to read the small font on the screen as he clicked on the

"Check Admission Status" button. Seconds stretched into an eternity as he watched the loading icon spin, anxiety clawing at his chest. The weight of his dreams bore heavily upon him, hoping that his countless hours of hard work and dedication had not been in vain.

And there it was, a subject line that carried the weight of his dreams: "Admission Decision."

His heart pounded louder, drowning out the silence in the room. His hand hesitated, hovering above the mouse. A mix of hope and fear coursed through his veins as he clicked, his heart bracing for the news that awaited him on the other side of the screen.

The email opened, and Vincent 's eyes scanned the words that would determine his fate. But as the seconds stretched into eternity, his hopeful expression morphed into one of disbelief, and then, shattered dreams. The words on the screen seemed to blur, mocking his aspirations.

"We regret informing you…"

His heart, which had once beat with fervor and anticipation, broke into a thousand tiny fragments. It felt as if an icy hand had gripped his chest, squeezing the life out of his dreams. The weight of disappointment bore down on him, threatening to crush his spirit.

Tears welled up in Vincent 's eyes as he read the rest of the email, his vision clouded by a haze of shattered hopes. The words spoke of competition and limited spots, as if his dreams were merely a numbers game. The university, his once-beloved sanctuary of knowledge and opportunity, had closed its doors on him.

The room felt suffocating, its walls closing in around him, amplifying his pain.

Vincent was so heartbroken that he felt like ending his life but then the flashback of the accident he witnessed gave him up, so he stood up from the bed , took his bath and then dressed up in his work overalls to go to the construction site to resume his duty for the day.

The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm golden hue over the city as the young man, Vincent , made his way down the bustling streets towards the construction site. It was his first day on the job, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling within him.

With each step, Vincent admired the towering buildings that surrounded him. Their steel frames reached towards the sky, a testament to human ambition and progress.

As he walked, the rhythmic clattering of his boots on the pavement mingled with the distant sounds of jackhammers and heavy machinery, creating a symphony of construction.

Lost in his own thoughts, Vincent failed to notice the black SUV that had been tailing him for several blocks. It crept alongside him, moving silently like a predator stalking its prey. The vehicle's tinted windows hid the occupants from view, adding an air of mystery to the situation.

Feeling a sudden chill run down his spine, Vincent glanced to his left and caught sight of the suspicious car. His heart skipped a beat as his mind raced with questions. Who were they? What did they want? Should he be worried? His instincts told him to be cautious.

Trying to appear nonchalant, Vincent quickened his pace, hoping to put some distance between himself and the menacing vehicle. However, his efforts were in vain, as the SUV effortlessly matched his speed, maintaining its unnerving proximity. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, his senses on high alert.

As they approached a deserted alley, Vincent 's heart pounded in his chest, his breathing growing shallow. The alley's shadows seemed to stretch out, elongating and distorting, heightening his sense of unease. He knew he had to act fast if he wanted to escape whatever danger lay ahead.

Summoning his courage, Vincent abruptly turned into the alley, hoping to lose his pursuers in the labyrinthine passages. His heart raced as he dashed through the dimly lit alleyway, his footsteps echoing off the walls. The scent of garbage and decay filled the air, adding to his desperation.

However, to his dismay, the black SUV roared into the alley behind him, its engine growling like a ferocious beast. Panic surged through Vincent 's veins as he realized there was no easy way out. His mind raced, searching for a solution to this perilous situation.

“Damn it, what should I do ?! Am I going to be kidnapped?!” Vincent whispered, his voice quivering.