“Get out of the way. Get out of the way.” The Doctors yelled as they wheeled the convulsing boy on the stretcher, down to the emergency room. A few of his classmates were with him, running along with the doctors. They could only follow for a while before they saw their friend off into the theatre. The class mates hung around, murmuring to themselves in wonder as to why Taylor suddenly got sick“Call his dad. Tell him to come because his son is in bad shape.” One boy said. Others looked at the young man. It was the guy from the other school who was in a fight with Taylor, a while ago..“Why are you guys looking at me, call the boy’s parents you morons!!!’ he yelled.“Yes.”“Yes.” They muttered, pulling out their phone immediately and dialing different numbers. Nicholas, the boy from the other school, turned around and winked at Nora. She gestured to him to come over and sit next to her. He did. She turned to face him, brushing her fingers slowly through his hair. She whispered, “Why do

EN COMPANION TOWERHarman stopped in front of the CEO’s office. He paused and took a deep breath, squeezing his trembling hands together. It’s been so long since he entered this office. Since he saw his Master’s face. To be honest, he loved every single day it was like that. He never thought that he would have to see his boss’ face again but most of all, he never imagined that he would be the one to call his boss to come.He cleared his throat. Hell, it doesn’t matter how bad things will get. He needs to save his son. He needs to save his position. This is the only option. If anyone can get rid of that Maniac, Nicholas Belford, it’s his boss.He sucked in a breath and quietly pushed the door open. He stepped in and shut it noiselessly. He turned around and bowed, bending his hip as far down as possible.“Lord Anton, thank you so much for coming. My son will be safe again. This tower will be safe again. Thank you boss.”At the far end of a very long conference table, a man clothed in w

Nora screeched to a halt in the middle of nowhere. She jumped out of the car and slammed the door, scattering her hair.“Shit!!!!!” she yelled into the sunset, turning around and kicking the car door, until she couldn’t anymore. She clenched her chest, trying to catch her breath. She felt like she was suffocating. They didn’t think of this. They planned for everything but not for a monster like Anton. Her gaze shifted from the ground to the box inside the car.So they will have to use this trump card in the end. Nicholas was right. The defeat of Harman was too easy. Speaking of Nicholas, she sighed, hoping he hangs in there till she can get to him. That is, if he is still alive.SOMEWHERE IN AFRICAThe lights in the red room kept sparking and flickering. Nicholas’ head was thrown back on the chair. His eyes half open and staring at the blinking lights. He heaved difficulty, feeling oxygen painfully squeeze his lungs. He coughed, blood dripping from his mouth.How long has he been here

“Doctor, has he talked?” Harman asked, with his oddly hoarse and deep voice. He was playing with cards, twirling them around on the table but not starting any games with it. The doctor kept a cool, calm expression, breathing slowly and staying as unsuspicious as possible.“I need to take him to my hospital. I have some tools there that I need. He..” the doc paused, looking down for a moment and going ahead to polish imaginary dust off his glasses. “Well let’s say he is a tough one. I have tranquilized him. He will wake in,” he looked at his watch, wiping swart off his brow immediately. “Three hours from now. It should be enough time to take him there, strap him down and wake him ourselves.”Harman’s card fell back to the table. He raised his head and looked up at the doctor. “So you are saying your tools are not all here? So you came unprepared?” Harman narrowed his eyes on the man in white with a blank face and dull eyes.“Mr. Harman, it’s foolery to travel with all my tools. They ar

SOMEWHERE IN VERMONTThe sky was getting darker, rain clouds flooding in. It was barely a second after noon and so little kids were hurrying out of school, to beat the rain. Some children who had parents to wait for, hung around at the entrance of the school, with their little hands squeezed tightly on the handles of their lunch boxes and throwing hearts anticipating the face of that family member.In their midst was a boy with a blue lunchbox. He wore red shoes instead of white and he was awfully smaller than his peers. His oddly grey eyes kept scanning through public for his father, his mind so engulfed he didn’t notice a shadow come up behind him.A hand touched his shoulder. “Yeyyy.” The Little boy shrieked , leaping forward. He hit someone and fell backwards, onto the ground. The little boy looked up. His gaze fell on a pretty fair face. The lady has dark makeup and an odd but beautiful look. She helped him up and dusted his clothes.“Sorry little there. I didn't see you there.