Taron opened his eyes groggily, and everything looked blurry to him. He felt a dull pain in the side of his head, and his body felt like he was continually being stepped on by a giant bear with metal legs while sopranos sang at extreme high pitches to torture him. “Where am I?” His voice sounded too hoarse, even. “Our golden boy has finally opened his eyes, haha!” Someone said. Taron blinked continually until his eyes were finally able to focus. He was sitting down, and he looked down on his body and realised with a start that he was tied up. “What is going on?” He shouted, looking around too fast. That made his head and body ache even more. Taron studied his surroundings. He was in some sort of dull, empty room, and save for him, the dust and some cobwebs, and a dimly lit bulb, the room seemed to be empty. And for the man who had spoken to him earlier too. “Where am I?” Taron asked trying to see if he would be able to somehow slip out of his ropes. A hand tapped his
Rebecca had landed, but as it turned out, some of her money had been stolen. Somehow. She cursed her sudden bad luck and called Taron’s driver to pick her up at the airport. After an hour of chasing men away, and a lot of pent up anger, the driver arrived and Rebecca made her way into the car. “What took you so long?” She asked after exchanging greetings. “I’m sorry, I had to get gas for the car.” The driver explained and started the car. “Where is master?” “Something very bad has happened. I need you to take me to the police.” Rebecca said, tears rushing from her eyes. “Okay.”- “So, you’re telling me that Mr McCarthy got attacked and somehow, you were unscathed? They did not take you?” The policeman looked at Rebecca in disbelief and one could tell that they did not believe her. Rebecca sighed. She had made the wrong decision by going to see these people. She turned back to leave. “Ma’am, you’re not allowed to go anywhere, this is a serious matter.” One of them
Rebecca gasped loudly and painfully as she opened her eyes. It was all a nightmare! A very horrible one, at that. She saw a nurse at her side. “You’ve been very excited in your sleep, want to share what happened?” The nurse asked. Rebecca wanted to tell her. She wanted someone to tell her that everything was going to be okay and all she had was a terrible dream, but she felt weak for feeling that way. She was supposed to know how to fend for herself as an adult, wasn’t she? It was not every time that her emotions called that she would answer. Besides, even if she was in a hospital where she was supposed to be taken care of, she knew that she could not trust anybody, not even the doctors and nurses. “No, thank you.” Rebecca said, giving the nurse a small smile. “Well, Doctor Holmes asked me to come and check on you, and you seem fine now,” The nurse said. “that sleep must have done you a lot of good.” Rebecca looked outside and saw that it was still day time. What was
Taron opened his eyes for the hundredth time since he was trapped in this place. They just kept on beating him up and leaving him to wake up. And usually, whenever he got up, one of them was always waiting at his foot to talk some more shit. Taron’s eyes adjusted to the place and he saw— bars? Had they changed his containment chamber? He sat up using his hands. And they had untied him and taken away the chair. He could see streams of light coming out from the far end, but he wondered just how far he was from civilisation. And most importantly, if there was any chance that he could run and escape. He put his hands out to test the lock, and of course, there was a padlock, and it opened with a key, not combinations. He wondered if Rebecca had gone to see Anthony yet, or anyone else except the police, and he thought about his mother. If he would ever see her again. Reaching out while holding the bars he pulled in the opposite direction, stretching his body enough to make satisfy
“What did you find?” Anthony was on his reclining chair. “The DNA she got was traced down to two people.” The person on the receiver said. “Who are they?” Anthony asked, hoping that he would be able to find something out. A co-relation between the name and some other underworld person, maybe. “Silas Hewman and Zavier White.” Came the reply. Anthony frowned. He had not heard these names before, but that had never stopped him from doing some research. “Send me the file that you have on them,” Anthony grunted. “and see if you can figure out their work names, so we can get a lead or something.” Anthony cut the call after that, and a message came in almost immediately. He looked through the file and took out the pictures of the men that matched the DNA under Rebecca’s fingers and sent the images to her. “What’s going on again?” Eloise asked, suddenly coming out of the room that they shared. “I thought you said that you were going to sleep in today.” Anthony nodded. “Of
Rebecca had gotten a few missed calls from Taron’s mother, but she had missed them all. On purpose, that is. Her gut had told her that Eloise was calling to ask about her son, and Rebecca knew that she would fuck the conversation up, so she watched her phone ring and ring until it stopped. Three times. “What am I going to do?” She moaned into her knees. This was not what she was cut out for. She had almost had a panic attack once, and she had a crying session every night in her bath tub. “Why have they not found him yet? How unreliable are these people?” Rebecca asked herself in annoyance. “I told you, Rebecca,” She could almost hear Taron whisper. “the police are fucking unreliable.” “And we can’t do anything about it but wait.” Rebecca whispered and placed her head over her arms on the table. That was streak one of the Rebecca series: Weeping on duty.- “I don’t understand why he’s not picking up my calls.” Eloise muttered as she walked around in annoyance.
Taron had removed his shirt and used to to wrap up his hand before proceeding to sit down on the floor. He had not spoken for hours and he kept on wondering when he would be found, because there was no way Rebecca was relying on the police only for help. If that was the case, he might as well just start digging a hole, because he would not be able to get out of the prison he was put in. “Why did you take off your shirt?” Taron looked up and saw Bo. He refused to give an answer and just kept on pressing on the shirt covering his wound. “You don’t want to answer, huh?” Bo took off hos own shirt at threw it at Taron. It landed not far from where he sat. “Wear it, it would be more comfortable for you, I showered before coming.” Taron did not know if the right move for him was to accept or reject the shirt, so he left the shirt on the ground and continued with what he was doing. “Ugh, I know what you want.” Bo said and left to look around before going back to Taron with confl
Eloise sat on her bed contemplating what to do. Something did not feel right, and her maternal instincts never failed her. Except for when she left her son for the wild, but still! Something was wrong, and she knew it. She could feel it in her bones. There was something that Anthony was not telling her. And Rebecca too! But what it was was what Eloise would like to know. Anthony had visitors, and they went up to discuss. Usually, Eloise did not like to be seen by visitors that Anthony did not introduce to her. It was a dark, dangerous world, and as much as Anthony was keeping her safe just fine, she had to do her best too. But not this time, Eloise thought. She took off her flip flops and dropped it in her personal bedroom before tip toeing up the stairs. She pressed her ear to the meeting room’s door. It was just her good fortune that whoever it was that went in last did not shut the door properly. Bad for the air conditioning, but good for Eloise. “Sir, we have traced some s