Marcel Audrey the Greatest Equalizer

Chapter 3: Men in Black

"You're gone Marcel, mark my words" Lancelot threatens on seeing bruises that emanate from his face due to Marcel's punch on his face.

"Wake up! Wake up boy!" A man in uniform harshly wakes Marcel up

He was sweating profusely as it dawned on him that those words of Lancelot were dreams but funny enough those were actually his last words as Marcel was being dragged out during their brawl yesterday.

"Get up boy" The policeman said as he hit his weapon on the iron bar of the cell where Marcel was. Marcel weakly got hold of himself since he has not taken in any food substance since yesterday.

He was taken to the counter and right there he met Mr Gilmore who was surrounded by some men, probably his guards.

Marcel fidgeted before him, his fear got the better of him as he pleaded for forgiveness before the mute rich man.

His pleas were nothing, it was like pouring tears on a stone. Mr Gilmore's heart was bitter and hardened as he condemned Marcel. He hated the fact that a piece of crap did not only dare his son but went on a physical brawl with him, disgracing him before everyone.

It was literally not time for mercy as he told the police to keep him in custody until whenever he deems fit to release him. They obeyed him and right away they swung him into the cell, keeping him in custody without declaring him guilty, that's the power of wealth and power.

The weather was surprisingly hot in a very cold time of the year. The day was already so dark that one could barely see anything. Marcel's eyes were weak likewise his entire muscles.

He struggled to sit himself down. He may be weak but he understood his surroundings enough to know that a single misstep will lead to a serious injury or scar on his body since the cell was very small and dirty.

The once illuminated building was now so dark that he could barely see his hand.

He got himself a nice spot around the corner of the cell as he thinks about his life.

Everything caught up with him. His struggles, fight and resistance, every event that brought him to this unforeseen circumstance and scene has taken a huge toll on his physical and mental body. At this juncture he realized that he wouldn't be able to lift a limb let alone move an inch.

His eyes were getting weak or maybe sleepy. His mind was occupied as he thought about life. Roller coaster of emotions rains through his mind.

He thought about his lackluster life in Maryland University, a beautiful school where dreams come true but his experience so far is not something to write home about. It was very different from what he expected from the highly rated University.

Maryland University was literally every growing kid's dream school. He was definitely among these kids. He could recall how much joy and happiness he felt when he got the scholarship. His hard work paid off, ask anyone it is never an easy task to get a school that has no plan or good concern for the less privileged to sponsor a less privileged. He was the only student to be granted such a dream, thanks to his exceedingly brilliant and academic exploits.

He thought that he had won a jackpot until he became part of the University where he understood clearly that he was never and can never be part of such a revered community. Maryland University was meant for the best breeds, I mean students who have a very strong, wealthy, influential and powerful background. These students would trample on any one outside this corridor of wealth and affluence.

He understood everything now, it was really never about anything, not jealousy, not envy or hatred but it was all about not being part of a system. He was humiliated, ridiculed and bullied because he was a nobody hence everyone can do harm to him and go free.

Myriads of emotions and pains ran through his mind as he cried bitterly like a kid.

"Was I born to face such humiliation? why can't I be like them? It won't be bad if I was born rich, I bet I would be better than most of them if I was born of a silver spoon " He thought to himself.

He hissed sadly as he realized how unrealistic that he was.

"Kpom! Kpom!" Came the ear ruffling sound of the cell iron bar. "Get up boy, you have a visitor" The ugly looking officer said out loud as he opens the cell.

Marcel hesitates while he forces his mind into thinking as he tries to figure out who could be kind enough to check on him. Shamefully he couldn't figure any since he had no family or friends.

It was already very dark but the path leading to the entrance was duly illuminated unlike the cell where he was coming from. He was surprised by the sudden kind gesture given to him by the officers as he was uncuffed and then instructed to leave

He wasn't sure what to do as he doubted the ingenuity of their incredulous offer. He hesitated but decided to take the bold move.

He stepped out of the police station but behold two exotic Rolls Royce phantoms were parked about fifteen steps away from him. The two cars' light was bright and it shone in his direction hence he could barely see anyone as the light reflects on his eyeball.

In front of the cars were some men on black suits. It was very clear to him that these strange people have already seen him, that should probably explain their keen gaze on him.

'Could this be some ritualists or some occult fraternity that make use of human beings to fortify their wealth and power?' Marcel has heard a lot of stories concerning this set of people but never believed it. He thought it to be some stories used to scare little children away or imbibe fear in them.

He is about to witness it, he thought to himself.

On the other hand he thought them to be Lancelot's dad and his escorts, maybe he is here to finish him up for disrupting his son's proposal and probably for beating him up.

Fear engulfed him on realizing how sane this latter idea was. He was stunned, partially paralyzed but still he sweated profusely while he shivered like one that had seen a ghost. Finally a man in his early forties approached him, he was accompanied by three other men all clad in an expensive suit, not just any suit but one meant for kings.

They were majestic and astute that they looked like gods. The man in front of them who looked like their leader had expensive jewelry, medals and badges around his suit like the highest ranking military officer. Marcel resolved to be bold and shun fear but when the man drew more closer to him he trembled like a wounded kitten. He gnashed his teeth as he watch his life fly before his eyes

"My Lord don't be afraid, I'm here to help you " The heart coaxing voice of the man emerged