As the day went on, Craig was busy going about his kickboxing workout, and self training, but he couldn't stop thinking about his zero financial status, and his twin brother that always got him Into trouble because of the resemblance,
Later that evening, he arrived home to find a note from Angela on the kitchen counter.
"Hey Craig, had to stay late at school. Dinner is in the fridge. Love you, see you soon."
He smiled, and headed to the fridge to warm up his dinner. As he ate, he couldn't help but think about Collins again. He wondered if he would ever have the chance to see him again, after his dinner, he retired to bed and slept off,
The following morning, Craig woke up early, and he embarked on his normal morning jogging, but unknowingly to him, his twin brother, Collins had crossed lane with another mafia lord,
While Craig was jogging along the highway as usual, the mafia lord, Alfonso and his men was passing by, and he sighted
Craig focused on his breathing as he jogged along the highway. It was his daily routine, one that kept him in shape and helped clear his head. He never expected it to be the reason why he would end up in the hospital that day.
As he rounded the corner, a car came to a sudden halt. The door opened, and a man stepped out. Craig’s heart skipped as he saw the man’s intense gaze,
“Get him!” the man commanded.
Craig tried to back away, but two henchmen quickly approached him, they grabbed his arms, but Craig knew how to fight thanks to his passion for kickboxing. He twisted his arm free and lashed out with a kick that hit one of the henchmen square in the chest, sending him flying backwards.
The other henchman wasn’t as lucky. Craig spun around and delivered a swift punch to the man’s jaw, causing him to stagger backwards. But before Craig could make his getaway, Alfonso, the mafia lord, came into view.
“You’re coming with us, Collins,” Alfonso growled, referring to Craig’s twin brother.
“I’m not Collins,” Craig protested, clenching his fists in anger and fear.
But Alfonso didn’t care. He motioned for his cronies to seize Craig again, and Craig tried to fight back with all his might. But as more and more henchmen piled on, Craig knew that he was in serious trouble. His vision blurred as he was beaten within an inch of his life.
Just as things were looking their bleakest, a police vehicle’s siren pierced the air. The henchmen scattered like rats, and Craig was left alone, covered in blood and bruises. He tried to stand up, his head spinning, but it was impossible. He collapsed onto the pavement, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
As he lay there, Craig’s mind raced with questions. Why did the mafia lord mistake him for his twin brother? Where was Collins, anyway? And would he ever be able to go for a jog again without fearing for his life?
Hours later, Craig woke up in a hospital room, his body screaming with pain. Sam, Angela and other friends were there, gathered around his bed. They asked him what had happened, but Craig couldn’t bring himself to tell them the whole truth. Instead, he told them that he had been mugged by a group of strangers.
But deep down, Craig knew the truth that, his twin brother must be the person causing troubles for him, and he knows that his twin brother, Collins had crossed paths with the wrong person, that nearly cost him his life,
Craig lay in his hospital bed, anxiously counting down the days until his discharge. The room was sterile and devoid of any warmth, mirroring the fear that consumed him, each passing hour felt like a lifetime, the walls closing in around him. He couldn't remove the feeling that someone was watching him, plotting his demise."Hey, Craig, how are you feeling?" a nurse asked, checking his vitals.
"I'm alright, just eager to get out of here," Craig replied, forcing a smile.
The nurse nodded sympathetically. "I understand, hospitals can feel suffocating sometimes. Just a few more days and you'll be free." the nurse explained,
As the days stretched on, Craig's paranoia intensified. Every creaking noise, every unfamiliar face, sent shivers down his spine. Deep down, he knew why he was living in constant fear. Collins, his twin brother, and the man responsible for stealing Alfonso's packages, was the reason for his torment, Alfonso, the notorious mafia lord, was convinced that Craig was Collins and the hospital offered no protection against his wrath.
Meanwhile, Collins had gone underground, hiding in the shadows of the city. He had made the daring move to steal from Alfonso, knowing that he had to disappear until the heat died down. Collins was no stranger to danger, having spent years immersed in the criminal underworld, but this time, he had crossed a line that couldn't be uncrossed. He knew he had to stay hidden until Alfonso's anger subsided,
Late one evening, as Craig stared out the hospital window, lost in his troubled thoughts, a man stepped into his room. It was Alfonso himself, flanked by his loyal henchmen. Craig's heart skipped as he realized that his worst fears were coming true, and before he could turn, he heard a familiar voice behind him, “Well, well, well, if it isn't Collins," Alfonso sneered, his eyes burning with rage. "Did you really think you could escape my wrath?" Alfonso asked,
Craig's voice trembled as he stammered, “I I'm not Collins. You've got the wrong person." he said,
Alfonso laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the room. "Save your lies for someone who cares, Collins. I know who you are and what you've done." He said,
"You've got it all wrong," Craig insisted, his voice pleading. "I'm just an innocent bystander caught up in all of this. I don't know who Collins is." Craig said,
Alfonso's henchmen tightened their grip on their weapons, ready to strike at any moment. "You're a good actor, I'll give you that, but you can't fool me. I've been in this business long enough to recognize my enemies." Alfonso said,The atmosphere in the room grew tense, the tension palpable. Craig's mind skipped for a possible escape, a way out of this nightmarish situation. But as Alfonso's menacing gaze bore into him, he knew that running wasn't an option. He had to rely on his wit and hope for a miracle.Just as Alfonso was about to give the order to attack, the hospital intercom crackled to life. "Code Blue, Code Blue! All available staff report to the emergency department immediately."Alfonso's henchmen hesitated, torn between their loyalty to him and their duty to the hospital. Sensing the distraction, Craig seized the opportunity. In one swift motion, he lunged towards the nearest window, crashing through the glass and plummeting a storiy to the ground below, As he hit th
As the days went by, Craig started training at the small boxing gym in the village. It may not have been as glamorous as the city gyms he was used to, but the passion and determination of the people there reignited his love for the sport.He spent hours perfecting his punches, honing his footwork, and working on his conditioning. The villagers watched in awe as Craig pushed himself to the limit, showing a level of dedication they had rarely seen before.Angela stood by his side, offering words of encouragement and support. She had become acquainted with the boxing community in the village, and he represened the village, and all the villagers rallied behind Craig, eager to see him succeed.One evening, as Craig was finishing his training session, his coach approached him with a smile. "Craig, you've come a long way since you first stepped foot in this gym. Your talent is undeniable, and I believe you have what it takes to make it far." the couch said, Craig couldn't help but smile
Craig lay in the hospital bed, his body still aching from the beating he had received from the mafia henchmen. He couldn't shake the thought of his twin brother, who he hadn't seen in years,As he lay there lost in thought, his colleagues from the kick boxing training camp came to visit him,"Hey man, how are you feeling?" asked one of his colleagues."I've been better," Craig replied, still lost in thought."Is there anything we can do for you?" asked another colleague.Craig hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Actually, there is, I need your help, I believe that my girlfriend might come to the camp today because I called early hours of today, she might want to check on me, and the camp authority might not allow her to see me, please, help me be on the lookout for her” Craig said, “That's not a problem, Craig,” one of his colleagues, Martins said, “How can you say that there's no problems, have you met his girlfriend before, did you know her?“ another friend, named Bobby as
Craig's colleagues, Bobby and Martin, had just finished workout for the day and decided to make a quick trip to the supermarket to buy groceries and some other essentials, as they walked down the aisles, they suddenly saw someone who looked exactly like their colleague Craig."Bobby, look! It's Craig!" Martin exclaimed, nudging his friend's arm."Yeah, when did he leave the camp, and he didn't tell us that he's coming to the grocery's store," Bobby said, also noticing the way he does his things,Excited to see their friend and colleague, Bobby and Martin made their way towards the man they believed to be Craig. However, as they approached, the man simply walked past them without a word, leaving the two colleagues feeling confused and slightly dumbfounded,Bobby and Martin watched in surprise as the stranger continued to peruse the shelves of the supermarket, grabbing various items and placing them in his cart. They couldn't help but feel confused and a little hurt that he hadn'
Craig was still In the kickboxing camp where he was undergoing serious coaching and hard training. He spent every waking moment practicing his punches, kicks, and footwork. He would wake up early in the morning to go for a run, spend hours in the gym perfecting his technique, and then end the day with more physical fitness training. He was determined to be the best, to outdo his colleagues, and to secure a future for himself.But despite all his hard work, Craig couldn't shake off the feeling that he was always going to be the best during the final sparring matches of the day, Craig would often find himself paired up with one of his best friend, Bobby In the camp, as they exchanged punches and kicks, Craig would find himself struggling to keep up with his opponent's speed and agility. It was disheartening, but he couldn't let himself get distracted. He had to stay focused if he wanted to succeed because he had been carried away with the struggles of searching for his twin brother,
Collins stumbled out of the bar, his head spinning from the two bottles of beer he had just downed. As the mafia kingpin, he was used to a life of luxury and power, but tonight was different, he was still on the low because of his recent encounter with police, Tonight, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that his twin brother, Craig, had joined the dangerous mafia league,The black market junction was the epicenter of all illegal activity in the city, and Collins knew that if his suspicions were true, his brother would be there, He needed to find out for sure. With determination fueling his steps, Collins made his way through the maze like streets, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.Arriving at the black market junction, Collins surveyed the area, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of familiarity. Dark figures moved stealthily in the shadows, their whispers blending seamlessly with the cacophony of the bustling market. Collins approached a seedy looking
Collins was In a deep thought about his life and all that had happened to him, and how he lost all his money to the police, and he lost a truck of packages to the hijackers, and he had been in the mafia world for years without anything left for him In his savings, Collins had gained the reputation of being the most fearless and dominant kingpin in the area. He was always on the lookout for opportunities to expand his territory and increase his wealth. However, he was not immune to the occasional setback, and this time around, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.As he was driving down the road in his fancy car, the tire suddenly went flat. Collins cursed under his breath as he parked the car on the side of the road. He got out of the car and examined the tire, hoping that it could be fixed quickly, but it seemed like a lost cause. He slammed his fist on the car in frustration and glanced around, making sure that no one was watching.But his luck had run ou
Meanwhile, Craig, the kickboxer, found himself in a precarious situation as he continued to work under Andy, another ruthless mafia lord who kidnapped him and was exploiting him. Andy was using Craig's striking resemblance to his twin brother, Collins, to his advantage. By using Craig as a decoy, Andy aimed to take over Collins's territory. Andy knows that the two brothers had never met since they became adults, unaware of the manipulation happening behind the scenes.One evening, as Craig prepared for another night of impersonating Collins, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. The weight of the guilt and deceit was starting to take a toll on him. He was torn between loyalty to Andy, the man who had kidnapped him when he was undergoing kickboxing In the camp, and the desire to reconnect with his long lost brother.As Craig entered the nightclub where Collins's clients gathered, he took a deep breath and tried to channel his inner Collins. From the moment h