A beeping sound overwhelms the interior of a classic hospital ward with walls painted white. Jake, in a white garment lies on the white bed in one piece, though an oxygen pipe is connected to his nostrils with bondages running around his waist and down his left leg.Kate sits beside his bed wearing a sad hopeless grimace. It was easier to blame herself for the incident than blame the dying man so she took the pain on her. Her eyeballs, nourished by sadness, grows big in her eyes, unwaveringly staring at Jake's unconscious self.After a few seconds Jake slowly opens his eyes and captures Kate's eyes staring at him extravagantly. "What're you doing?"Kate's mind is blown back to reality as the words embrace her ears. "Oh my God, you're alive." She goes on her knees and crawls closer to his bed."What happened?" Jake coughs trying to sit up.Kate pushes him back to a lying position, "You better stay down still you've fully recovered.""I don't take orders from you," Jake freaks out even t
Sophia sits on a steel chair with hands cuffed to the a table made of the same material as the chair.Her eyes are light red with her fingers trembling like the room is the interior of a fridge. She sits straight up with her eyes transfixed at the other corner of the room.A single tear drops from her eyes. She looks dead on the inside, and on the outside she looks like a mannequin on a vibrator. The effect of the imposter hasn't left her yet, her mind is in trauma.Just then she starts hearing faint echoes of voices. They sound kind of familiar. In the same second, Jake and Kate enters the room."Just one minute and we'd be out," Jake shuts the door.Sophia quickly wipes the tear off her face as they show up. She snorts getting herself ready for their heat. But there was still one problem, she couldn't stop the shivering. Her mind is running on auto on this one."The famous Sophia, so we finally meet," Kate pulls out a chair and sits across the table.Sophia gives her a silent treatm
About three prison guards, two men and one woman hang around in the control room monitoring the inmates through the screens."You see that one, Mark. I say she's the horniest motherfucker in this prison. She always wanna grab some dick," one of the prison guards tells his buddy."Heard she was a stripper," the lady contributes."No wonder she's always like that. And I ain't gonna lie, I fuck with her style," he starts swinging his waist. "I definitely fuck with her style.""You've parted her vagina already haven't you?" Mark suspects."You know me, Mark. I see opportunity, I run with it. Ain't it funny that the best sex I ever had was with a criminal.""What can I say, dude? It's Christmas in here. People pay money to go to strip clubs and fuck women, we get paid to take care of women who wanna fuck us," Mark gives his buddy an high five."I hope y'all get in trouble one day?" The lady guard teases them."C'mon, Mia," Mark's buddy grabs her shoulders playfully and turns her to the scr
On the morning of Sophia's first day in prison, the inmates are lined in front of the serving counter each with mental trays clanging in their hands and their eyes fixed on the sorry excuse they dish into their plates as breakfast.Sophia gets her share of the offering and is suddenly disgusted by the semblance of the food, coupled with the fact that it emits no aroma.She reluctantly walks over to one of the steel tables and throws the tray on it, then takes a seat alone all by herself while the other inmates are in pairs."Who's the new girl," an inmate, Jessie watches her from a table of three."Some rich daddy's girl who apparently got her hands dirty," her friend, Jena responds."Rich people," their other friend, Isabella thuds the food with her spoon. "This people are societies biggest problem.""Girls like her?" Jena questions."Yes, Jena," Isabella responds. "Rich people." She slowly stands up from her seat with eyes fixed on Sophia."What're you doing?" Jessie questions her.
SOPHIA'S POV"Freeze!" The cops put their guns on me like I was a wild criminal who could kill them with a snap.My life was over before it could even begin. A daddy's little princess now accused of being a loosed murderer.It seems like liars have more power than honest people nowadays. This two incidents have shown me a lot.24 HOURS AGO...Ding! An alarm clock rang, immediately waking me up from sleep. I stretched my arms in the air, yawning along. "Another day, another trouble," I whispered.I threw my blankets off the bed and stood up on my feet. "Good morning, Benny," I tickled my parrot by the neck. "You too, Tina. Wake up," I tickled his bride who was still asleep.My dad had given me these parrots since my 13th birthday. And since his death, they had been my only true companions in this house."Sophia!" A voice echoed from downstairs. No doubt it was my stepmother. The witch that was put in charge of me."Here we go again," I headed for the door in a hurry as a slight second o
SOPHIA'S POV"Ouch," I cradled my left ankle, groaning in pain. It felt like it had been fractured. Not now, please.I raised my head up to see Anna still staring at me through the window while yelling her mom's name.This looked like a countdown. I had to stand up and run as even Lucas himself could carry me back into the house on his shoulders like a foamI stood up on my feet in the same second the thought clocked me, but fell right back to the ground. My left leg had lost it. Oh my God! I struggled up my feet a second time and limped towards the gate, swinging my hands as hastily as I could to boost myself forward.Thank goodness it wasn't locked. I left the compound heading for the woods.Our house was isolated from the city. My dad liked the calm and quietness that surrounded his mansion. It would be another couple few miles before you met another house.I had never walked this woods myself as my dad was used to taking me out by car. And on the rare occasions we visited the woods
Nimrod, a well built 6 foot tall young man with a bearded face walks into a countryside warehouse in a fine suit. There are three gold chains on his neck and fine diamond watches, showing his splendor and brashness. Four bouncers also in suits, escorts him in."Bring him out from the coma," he orders the two nurses in the room."But sir, he only just recovered, he has to spend some mo..." She notices the angry face and dagger sharp eyes in the room and shuts up. "Right away," she taps the junior nurse to go with her.In a second Sophia's stepmom enters the building and stands next to Nimrod. "My son is death because of her. Her head belongs to me.""How did he die?" Nimrod questions."With a bullet to his head.""Agatha, now we both know that Sophia isn't capable of that," Nimrod makes a point."I know... When I find the shooter, I'd hang his head next to hers," Agatha walks further as the nurses bring in a fifty something year old male patient, supporting his movement by carrying his
3 Months Later..."Please I'd tell you, I'd tell you everything," a man's voice rings over the environment.Bang! Bang! Two gun shots follow after a quiet minute.Agatha bounces out of a out-of-order suger mill on a scanty side of the city and walks to her car which sits in the middle of two SUVs."I've found Lucas' killer," she informs her daughter, Anna, as she gets in the car."Who is it?""The Lobos. It was one of them," she reveals."Well then... What do we do?" Anna questions, slightly tensed."We make a deal with them. They give us the man who shot him, or they perish. Leave no corpse unspoken for, we Big Cats never shy away from battle." She leans forward, "Take me to Nimrod," she orders the driver."And guess what happened to our girl Sophia.""What happened?" Anna questions in curiosity.Agatha turns to her, "She's married. I'm guessing her husband is the one who killed your brother. The Lobos will explain everything one by one."...Far far away in the embodiment of a small