The whirring of sirens from police vehicles took over the air and police men rushed out from their car, heading towards the scene.Laurent took a picture of the dead girl before the police men began to disperse the crowd.Laurent walked into the hospital to meet the woman but she was nowhere to be found which further increased his suspicion.He looked around to see everything going on normally as if nothing happened some minutes ago and that when the comment by the fat woman sank deeply into his brain; “It is when the police comes that everything dies down like it never happened.”Frankly, from the look of things, everything had died down judging from how the hospital quickly resumed its normal activities as if nothing ever occurred.Laurent also expected the policemen who were outside to come inside and carry out a clean investigation but none of them enter into the hospital.The whirring of their sirens echoed again and it gradually faded into the air which made Laurent realize tha

The hot bullet went straight into the cat's head. Mid-air, the cat dropped dead on the floor with a dull thud. Blood splashed on the floor.Laurent stared at the dead cat and spat. “Bloody cat!" He looked around the horrible place, scanning for a way out.“I need to get out of here." He said, holding the gun in his hand and walking out of the kitchen.He walked into another room to see different species of snakes swimming in a tude of water.His face twisted with disgust “Jezz!!" He closed the door and walked out immediately.Laurent took a heavy breath looking frustrated in the secret underground. It looks like he is trapped here and the only and last thing he might have to do is going back though the hole that leads to the hospital which means he'll have to encounter the men.A low roaring sound cut off his train of thoughts. He held his gun tightly, looking around in the silence.The silence was deafening and a pin drop would be heard if it actually fell on the floor.Roar!Lauren

Laurent walked to the window of the room with the phone glued to his ear. The transparent window offered an astonishing view of the city with lights twinkling distantly like Stars in the sky.He brushed his hair backward. “Who is on the line." He asked, his voice steady but firm.Meaning at Lana's apartment, Abigail also stood at the window of her room, the gentle cool breeze that sweeps in through the window brushed against her face making some slings of her hair fall on her face. She tucked the hair behind.She wore a transparent red night wear though which one could see her white underwear if viewed from behind.She was actually on call with Laurent, the kind man who her grandmother introduced as Marcus.She smiled sheepishly, as if skeptical about replying to Laurent on the call, her anxiety evidence from the way she twisted her hair.“Hi..” She said and paused as if the words were forced out of her mouth.The phone was on a loud speaker so anyone would hear their conversation.B

Abigail had a deep frown expressed on her face. Her facial expression shifted between detest and surprise. She wasn't expecting to see Laurent there and she wondered why he was there, standing right before her table as if he was actually meant to be there.Her face twisted, clearly expressing detest. “What are you doing here?!" Anger simmers just beneath her voice.Laurent didn't respond. He took a step backward and diverted his gaze to his phone, his heart brewing with confusion, wondering if he was at the wrong spot.He tapped on the screen and put a call across to the number again.His eyes shifted to Abigail's phone which buzzed on the table. He lowered the phone and exhaled deeply, his eyes lifting up. “You're Lana's Granddaughter?" Abigail scoffed and rolled her eyes, her attitude expressing disgust.“Yes and...” She paused looking at him from head to toe. “.. you're the kind man he talks so good about, huh?” She said, sarcasm laced in her voice.Laurent kept his phone and nod

The bungalow where Hannah, Clara's grandma lives is surrounded by flowers like a fence, leaving just a walkway path at the front. An ornamental tree with red flowers could be seen at a side. The calm evening wind swayed the branches gently and the red flowers on the tree dropped to the top of a red sienna car abandoned under it.A short stairs lead to the main door. Clara walked on it and knocked on the door while Laurent stood behind her, roaming his eyes about and observing the surroundings.No one responded from inside after the knock. They stood there for a fleeting moment. Laurent shifted his eyes to the door, looking impatient.“Don't you have a spare key th.." “Shhh!!" Clara cut him off with an amusing smile on face, her index fingers crossing her lips vertically.Laurent glanced at her and took a sharp breath, wondering what she was up to.Just then, the door of the room was opened, slowly revealing an old women standing at the door with a cane in her hand while a dark glass