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 two arms on their shoulders. They help him towards a seat beside a desks where he sits like someone in a subconscious state, or perhaps full of wine.
"Hey, honey," Agatha sits on the desk and cups his chin tenderly. "I missed you."
"Enough of the jokes," Nimrod interferes. He slams a contract paper to the desk along with a pen. "We're back to day one now ain't we?" In a sudden switch of tones he bangs the desk and yells... "Sign!"
"Hehehe," the patient starts laughing silently. "Hahaha," his voice rises. He raises his head for the first time and laughs at them loudly and unmannerly. "Sophia didn't sign?" He continues laughing.
"Your daughter doesn't know what she's up against. She has tons of gold and cash put under her name. I'm sure all the three Mafia families would be hurting her by now. I'm trying to save her," Nimrod taps his chest and swears. " Sign the properties over to me."
"I've been dead to the public for a whole year now. It's no longer my property, it's Sophia's," he breathes in relief.
"Oh she will perish, honey," Agatha threatens.
Just then a well aged man enters the room and walks towards them in a fine suit. He looks fancy, though without chains on his neck.
"Henry," Sophia's father calls out with eyes of suspicion.
"Hey old friend," he stands besides Nimrod. "Your daughter, Sophia right? Has been found guilty of murdering me," he arranges his suit. "Your wife Agatha wants her dead, but I can wipe the charges away because and only because you were a good friend to me. All you need to do is sign the papers."
"Henry," Sophia dad's heart races."How could you do this. I helped you become governor of state."
"And I thank you for that. Meanwhile, let's keep the past in the past. Welcome to the future old friend," Henry smiles. "I'm aiming for higher things."
"The clock's ticking, Robert, your daughter is an enemy of the three Mafia families who rule this continent, plus the government itself. She's just a lone ram who has managed to upset a pride of lions," Nimrod warns.
"Nimrod," Robert chuckles sadly."Your dad never wanted you to be the Kingpin over his empire. You're a failed son. In fact, a failed adopted son. Your father has a bastard who he approved of over a phone call before he died. He will rule the empire and all the families in this continent. He'd beat you."
"He's not even from this country," Nimrod slowly walks up to Robert. "He has no proves to claim that he's the son of the late Kingpin. I'd crush him before he even makes a move. There are already over an hundred cartels under me, whereas he has nothing."
He puts his two hands on the desk bending over to Robert, "You were only my father's personal treasurer. And he's death now. Sign the properties over."
"They were put under my name and now my daughter's name. I don't think he likes you," Robert disses.
Nimrod bangs the desk angrily and walks away in frustration. "Fuck!"
Agatha walks towards him, gaining some inches away from Robert. "If the other two families get her first they'd be competing with us on who will be the new Kingpin. Sophia and that property is all the ticket they need."
"How do we make him sign?" Nimrod asks her.
Agatha turns around and models towards Robert, "Honey."
Robert scoffs, "Agatha."
"You think our Sophia can handle herself out there. We're risking her life."
"You know I'm only just beginning to grasp how ugly you are," Robert disses.
Agatha's countenance changes. "We'd cut off your fingers one by one. Your legs, and slowly every part of your body until you sign," she walks closer and closer to Robert with every word.
Robert chuckles, "I'd like to see you do that to a death man." In the same second he picks up the pen on the table and stabs his throat.
His hands fall lifeless on the chair as blood rains down from his neck. Sophia's dad has died, this time for real.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Nimrod cusses out of control.
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SOPHIA'S POV
My face stays on the window of a car, looking outside as I was being driven away in a convoy of police cars. My hands were cuffed and the car locked. I was the criminal amongst them.
I was being driven to my doom for a crime I didn't commit. Finally it's all over. My life was over at nineteen and the thing about false accusations is that it doesn't give you a chance to regret, nor retrospect, just pure hate and longing for revenge.
For a slight second I really wished I killed the governor, cause then at least I'd be going to jail on my own terms.
Bump! The driver holds a quick brake which throws my head to the front chair.
"Ouch," I sooth my head.
Before I could recover from the head-bump the sound of gunshots overwhelm the area, with metals tearing off and human screams silencing as soon as they're uttered.
A loud bam blows off the heart of the driver of the vehicle I was in, almost tearing through his seat to mine. It was a shotgun bullet, I could tell.
Four tall well-built men in long black furry coats walks towards my car, each of them with heavy artillery in their hand. One of them opens the door and swings me to the floor.
"Where's your husband?" He queries me.
"Husband?" I'm totally confused right now, I widen my eyes at them.
"She's a keeper," another one chuckles.
He cocks his gun. "Don't play dumb with me. Your marriage was amongst the priest's last words before he died."
The priest? He's dead? For the first time in three hours fear enters me again. "I didn't... He's not my husband. He forced me to marry him."
"Let's take her in and torture her until he comes back for her," one of the men suggests.
Oh my God! Oh my God! Please no! My heart shivers.
"You think he'd come?"
"I'd do it for my wife. I'd do it for anyone I love," the man fortifies his idea.
"Good idea then. Bring her," the man who hauled me out of the car orders the others as he walks away.
My heart shivers still and my mind, overwhelming with suicide thoughts . I was to spend eternity in torture. My husband doesn't even know me goddammit.
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
The double doors of Mr. Butcher's room are pushed open by two guys who pull in Sophia and another slave, throwing them at the feet of Mr./Mrs. Butcher. "They were both brought here three months ago," one of the guys informs the couples. "Which one of you is Robert Scofield's daughter?" Mrs. Butcher interrogates the slaves. In fear the other slave nervously turns to Sophia, who wears a tense grimace. The couples get the message already. "Finally, the Sophia," Mr. Butcher laughs joyfully. "I'd go inform the Don already. We had our goals under our own roof all this while." He walks away to the phone at his bedside. "Tomorrow we'd go to the bank and check your dad's deposit box along with everyone of his property, eventually we'd find where him and the late Kingpin hid the hips of gold and the cash of course," Mrs. Butcher briefs her. "I'm not going anywhere with you," Sophia utters boldly. Poof! Mrs. Butcher uploads a bullet to the other slave's chest, "I wasn't asking you to, it's
A huge dark figure approaches the door of a container on a truck, taking each step delicately as he reaches for the light. He jumps down the truck, this is Sophia's dad. A man in a white garment comes out of the container truck and stands by him.In a second a group of SUVs surround them. Men in suit drop from all the cars and stand at ease by them, each with one hand stuck in their jackets no doubt soothing the trigger of a weapon.A guard opens the door of the middle one and Nimrod drops from it. "Agatha was right," he walks towards the man. "Sophia can never tell the difference.""Yes sir," the scientists confirms. "We have laboriously examined the physiognomy of the subject and has carefully crafted a like being through a method called plastic surgery. We believe this is Sophia's exact aesthetic of her father."Nimrod pulls a gun at him, "Next time, you'd be explaining all this to the devil himself." He walks closer to the man. "What did you buy Sophia on her 13th birthday?"The ma
Three men, including the slim brother jumps out of the bus and chases after The Hunter."Go get the girl," the slim brother orders the men in the car. He cocks his assault rifle. "This guy just made the biggest mistake of his life when he killed my brother. Let's go," he others the two men with him.Meanwhile Sophia coughs in the car and slowly opens her eyes. She gasps for air while coughing ceaselessly. Finally, she takes the seatbelt off her and completely falls on the wrecked roof of the car. She coughs again as she turns around to creep out of the car."Ouch," she puts her hand on the right side of her stomach, she's bleeding out.Sophia lies down again, pressing down the bleeding while her nose aches for more air. Every small sign of her body language screams of exhaustion. She looks like she's given up on the escape plan already.The other men drive the minibus a little further and hits the brake. Two men jump out of the back while the driver utilizes his door."Get the girl,"
The Hunter smashes the window of the door right in front of the driver's seat. He puts his hand inside the bus and undoes the door lock.As soon as he opens the door his new partner rushes inside, creeping towards Sophia who's barely conscious. "Hey little one, I have to say thank you for making this easier for us." He laughs joyously and turns around to The Hunter who only smirks at him.He unbuckles her seatbelt and pulls her to himself, "Don't resist."She moves her legs, obediently following him. As they reach the edge of the door, he carries her in his arms in a lying position. With exhaustion running through her veins like blood, Sophia rests in his arms forgetting the idea of escaping. "She's bleeding," the man faces The Hunter. "There's a village nearby, we can get her patched up and find a car." He turns around and heads South, "C'mon.""Actually," The Hunter pulls a pistol aiming for his partner's head. "It's I can get her patched up and find shelter in the village.""What?
A symphony of bullets and screams rings inside Butcher's mansion giving of a deadly cacophony of sounds.With the bullets still ricocheting and men's scream reverberating all over the walls of the house, Agatha walks out of the mansion with a squad of men who guards her in a cycle, holding guns up and aiming at every angle.Agatha soothes the wrists of her hands which look thick red, like her blood has gathered there. There's no doubt Butcher must have chained her.With a angry face she walks into the vehicle, "Leave the other men behind. Get me out of here." She shuts the door.The leader of the rescue mission looks up to the window of Butcher's mansion with confusion laying on his face like stagnant water in a gutter. "You heard the woman, let's go.""The woman?" Agatha opens her door and shoots the kneecap of his left leg with a pistol as he walks away.He turns around in a surprise face, with eyes widened he looks up to Agatha, exhaling and inhaling quite nervously."If you ever g
"Actually," The Hunter places his other hand on her waist pulling her even closer to himself. "My third leg is a big fan of your beauty."She puts her mouth near his ears, "My pussy's being a loosed animal. Can it persecute it?From afar, Joe who hid behind a tree watching them turns around in a devastated spirit and heads home.Meanwhile, The Hunter's lips draw closer to Sophia when a dissonance of people's chatter engulfs their ears. He takes his hands off her and clears his throat. "Where were we?""Yeah," Sophia move her eyelashes up gesticulating boredom while The Hunter picks a fighting pose.Four village men who with respect to metaphor, look just like their village walks towards them from the trees and immediately stops to watch them as they see them training. They admire the seamless symmetry of their moves. Expressing surprise and dropping comments to one another in their own language.Sophia is a perfect copycat, she flows with The Hunter who carries out a series of martial
Under the umbrella of the evening sky a squadron of infantrymen surround an area on the beach near some mountains, all of them masked and with weapons in their hands. They wear a aura of secretiveness like they were protecting a secret military equipment."Here he is sir," one of the soldiers introduces Mr. Hogger and walks away."Henry," Mr. Hogger calls to the governor with a gaze of surprise."Gerald," the governor who's seated on a recliner near the ocean, calls to him with cheer in his voice."I heard you were dead," he takes a sit."You know how fake news spreads? But I'd like to keep it that way," he adds swiftly. "Anyways old friend, let's get down to business," he turns to his side and pours wine inside a cup for Mr. Hogger. "Do you mind?"Mr. Hogger carries the whole bottle instead."Um... Robert's daughter, Sophia Scofield is on the run. And I'm sure you know the rumor that follows her name... Our old friend, Robert has left all his fortunes and the Mafia's fortune in her n