Contest [Issue 75] Continue The Story IV - Chapter 4

[thunderousrailgunner 1,934]

have a chance to win how much? 50k? or just the 10k..?

I highly believe that these contests, especially this one, is made such that a writer's creative talent gets embedded in his entry.

In my opinion, if you focused on what makes the reader to get pleasure while reading your story rather than earning crystals for your tanking life, you may get well positive opinions about your writing and sometimes you get along with crystals too.

 

Well, I don't know how you take this "maybe unwanted"  comment. You may even have asked about the prize that these contest may give you, if you win. But the implication of [50k or "just" the 10k] made me splatter all these things. Sorry if this is being stupid making no sense at all.

Edited May 9, 2018 by thunderousrailgunner

[GuidoFawkes 2,361]

I highly believe that these contests, especially this one, is made such that a writer's creative talent gets embedded in his entry.

In my opinion, if you focused on what makes the reader to get pleasure while reading your story rather than earning crystals for your tanking life, you may get well positive opinions about your writing and sometimes you get along with crystals too.

 

Well, I don't know how you take this "maybe unwanted"  comment. You may even have asked about the prize that these contest may give you, if you win. But the implication of [50k or "just" the 10k] made me splatter all these things. Sorry if this is being stupid making no sense at all.

please understand that it's difficult to write in english for me..

 

I want to write but it's gonna take a lot of time for me, if they give me 5 months then I'll just write it without caring about the crystals but if i have to get it done in 1 month then i want to know if it'll be worth the pain of writing it.

[thunderousrailgunner 1,934]

pain of writing 

As i have explained above, this is not something that you have to get pain to write for, just let your creative writing talent to exhibit. Be it 5 months or a month simply, just do whatever you can to finish your entry before deadline. Don't worry even if it half-published. The guys around here are helpful to the core and they help you in all sorts (atleast from what I have seen), I guess they are good at even explaining what you can do in your half-story to make it better and do understand that english is not everyone's first language here. Try to give it a shot, rather than expecting everything to be alright right after you give your entry. Sometimes you do fail, but next time you can learn from them. There's always a second chance to these things.

[Flexoo 6,980]

have a chance to win how much? 50k? or just the 10k..?

I can't tell you how much you will win or if you will win at all, because it depends on what you will put forward and what will your competition write. You have the same chance to win the grand prize as everyone else.

[Lethal_Injection 586]

Apologies if this was already in the original post and I missed it, but is Part IV the conclusion? Or will there be another contest for a Part V in the future?

[Flexoo 6,980]

Part IV is not conclusion. The contest will end with chapter V.

[pringerfinger 934]

Ahem....so...excuse me for my noobness.....but is the objective here to write chapter 4? O_O

[Hancho 3,902]

Reminds me of college coursework ... 

[maryam98 1,171]

Ahem....so...excuse me for my noobness.....but is the objective here to write chapter 4? O_O

Yep, you need to continue the story from the chapters already written.

[pringerfinger 934]

Reminds me of college coursework ... 

yeahh......but with a reward...still not sure if its worth it xD

[thunderousrailgunner 1,934]

Please don't close it before deadline.

[GrandExecutioner 1,403]

Please don't close it before deadline.

I don't think that will happen ;)

[thethiefofvictory 339]

I've already sent it to Flex back when I was Staff Sergeant, but now that I can post, I figured I'd best post here too. 

 

 

 

The Deception

Her father. Of course. How would Gerald not recognize such an influential man? Alexis Elizer was a man made of rumors. Fraud, blackmail, theft, murder, you name it. He was a wealthy man with a voice in the city’s government and politics, but nobody thought this eccentric black-suited man with an odd, unnerving voice and a complete and utter disregard for laws or anyone’s wellbeing could possibly have good intentions. Nobody thought him above murdering his own family. A few secrets about the authorities that he had accumulated were all that kept his head from rolling in front of the public. 

“Ah, hello Alexis. This here is a rather rebellious worker. Make him comply, please. You know how to, don’t know?” Oswald replied to Alexis’ greetings.

Alexis had other things on mind. Gerald could only look with shock and confusion as his uncle walked out, with a guard behind him, keeping a gun to his head. Alexis grinned at Gerald, and it was evident he was forcibly keeping himself from laughing at poor Oswald’s fate. “Goodday, mate! How’re you doing? I’m here to talk about some changes to the terms and conditions of your subscription to Girlz Fashion Monthly.”

Gerald was already confused to death by the events that had unfolded before his eyes a few moments before, and his ears unable to comprehend properly the voices that fell upon them. This last sentence served to do nothing but shake him and confuse him further still, as his understanding of the matter deteriorated, as he watched the black-suited man before him laugh.

“You remember that mailman, don’t you? His crimes killed him. So sad. He was a nice young man, wasn’t he? Just like you. Refusing to be corrupt for his life. That fool. As for you, Gerald, your turn will come when we’ll have control of this place. Won’t it? Lead this man away for execution!” 

Gerald looked on with shock as a guard came in. Death had come for him at last. 

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He awoke in a yard which he could tell at first sight was the execution yard, brilliantly illuminated by the sun’s burning light. This was where traitors of the organization were given what they supposedly deserved, and this was where the heads of kidnapped targets rolled. Gerald was bound by chains and rope, standing before an audience of organization workers and the squad appointed to bring victims’ lives to their end. He gazed around and saw his uncle Oswald laughing. Gerald would not have thought in his wildest expectations that the former was also awaiting his death. 

Oswald spoke, laughing yet more. “Elizer’s pretty good at his work, I must admit. Soon we’ll die and our corpses will reanimate themselves, much to the the amusement of the boss sitting in his secure office. We’ll all pay for our crimes one day, won’t we?”

Gerald understood well what his uncle meant. 

It only took a few gunshots and the money needed to buy them, and both men breathed their last. 

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The CEO of the organization was well known amongst the workers for his habit to laugh at dead traitors. He would order his men to bring in the corpses of the treacherous workers once they were brought to account, and then he would reminisce about their potential, express sadness that they had betrayed, and laugh at their inevitable fate before ordering them burnt before him. The same occured to the breathing corpses of Gerald and Oswald - they were brought to his office, and left alone with their boss.

“Oh, Gerald. You had so much potential. You could have become an assassin for us. You could have been anything for us. But no, you had to be ‘honest’. You see, money drives this world. Money and power. Honesty is the enemy of both. I wish you could have understood. And you, Oswald. Did your nephew turn you to the dark side? Did seeing him in danger awaken treachery buried within you? Or were you a traitor from the beginning, serving our enemies? You were such a great asset for us. For sixteen years, you served our ambitions, helped us rise to the top of the city’s government. Of the nation. But you had to betray, no?” 

Oswald listened keenly to what he had to say about him, laughing to himself. When the time came to burn the corpses, they awoke, with smirks and laughs on their faces. The CEO remained still in his seat, too overcome by shock to do anything. The dead had become living!

Gerald’s eyes saw something rather odd. There were three people near the two - Joseph Carter, Frank Callum… and Kristi Elizer. And at once Oswald began to laugh demonically.

"Sorry for the bruises, Oswald, and for doubting your loyalty. Now to deal with that Alexis." 

...tbc.

 

 If you didnt understand what happened, Alexis had Oswald and Gerald "arrested" to be executed by the organization's firing squad, because they were betraying and working against them (Oswald turned). This is a deception, of course, and harmless blanks are fired at them instead. They feign death and are taken to the CEO's incredibly secure private quarters for his own amusement. They reveal themselves, only for Gerald to learn that his targets work for (or lead) the organization and that they know Alexis is deceiving them. And yes, Alexis isn't exactly loyal to the company. Oswald, on the other hand, is.

Word count is 803, minus explanation

 

Edited May 20, 2018 by thethiefofvictory

[Person_Random 4,991]

So I'll just try my hand at writing.  Even though I suck and never won any writing contests before. :D  :D  :D  :D

Late night edits before deadline :o :o  When you don't read the directions before entering the contest....

Chapter 4: No title yet

When Gerald had recovered from the apparent shock, he began to open his mouth, but Alexis quickly stopped him. “Allow me to explain a few things to you, child,” he said while holding back a slight laugh. In the corner, Oswald gave Alexis the signal, and he began to give directions as if he were a proctor reading instructions word for word. With the same cold tone as he had always spoken in, he carried on, “Should you not write the articles, there will be certain consequences...” Zoning out of Alexis’s monotonous drone, Gerald instantly agreed to their demands.

 

Oswald turned around, bearing a slightly shocked expression. “I never thought you were the obedient one, Gerald.” He paused, then continued on. “Well, you always surprise me, like how you jumped at the opportunity for this job. Of course, I must let you work in peace. Let me introduce you to a private workroom.”  Signaling for Alexis to leave, he opened a door and led Gerald down the carpeted steps. As they descended, the din of Alexis’s shoes rapidly moving down another flight of stairs distracted Gerald.

 

Is this the decision I have made?, Gerald asked himself.  Do i really want to spare my life and my job for worse things to happen to others?  Pushing the thoughts aside, he followed Oswald to the cramped room.  Looking around, he found a table. Suddenly, Oswald spoke up. “Well, since there’s no chair, you can use this here.  It will suit you very well,” he chuckled heartily, pointing to an old Home Depot 5-gallon bucket. Not soon after, Oswald exited the room, leaving Gerald alone in the dark room.

 

As Gerald began to write, no ideas came into his head.  Though usually he could crank out an article within an hour, this time, he couldn’t even finish the first sentence he had wrote.  Think Gerald think!, he commanded himself, but all he thought of was the old reruns of 80s and 90s action shows he had binge-watched on his friend’s 32-inch TV before he had gotten his job.   Those days were so much more simple, he remembered.  No troubles to worry about.  To make things worse, an annoying draft kept blowing onto his neck, making him lose his train of thought.

 

After ten minutes, the only thing Gerald could think of was the secret passageway in Season 3, Episode 20 of a show, which made him do the weirdest thing.  Deciding to at least give it a try, he grabbed the bucket he was sitting on and put it to the wall. Taking his pen, he tapped it on the bucket, and listened to the distinct sounds.  After three minutes, he heard a lower pitch then he had heard before. A passageway!, he thought, hoping for success.  Pushing at the wall, the hinges creaked, but soon stopped, as if held shut by an intangible force.

 

Sighing deeply, Gerald grumbled and sat down.  He was out of ideas and he had given up trying.  He still thought there was a way out, but he wasn’t sure where.  Trying to concentrate and finish one of the articles, he put his pen to the paper.  No words came out. Angrily, he pounded the table with his fist, trying to force an idea to come to mind.

 

A hinge creaked in the distance.  Gerald thought that it was in this room.  “Oh well, I guess it’s worth a try,” he muttered to himself.  Using the same method, he tapped on the other side. Soon, a deep rumble told him that he had reached another entrance.  Pushing the random storage boxes out of the way, Gerald wished for a way out.

 

This time, the hinges gave way. Finally!, Gerald rejoiced, There was a way out!.  Exploring through the room, Gerald searched for a way out of the house.  Looking for an exit desperately, Gerald failed to notice the burly masked man behind him.

 

Unsheathing a dagger from his belt, the man greeted him.  “This is the end, Gerald,” the man cackled maniacally. “This is the end,”  He laughed once more and thrusted the blade of the dagger towards Gerald so that the tip of the blade grazed his neck.

 

***

 

As the man led Gerald to a chair, he began to explain the whole situation.  "Well, this is awkward."  As he unmasked, Gerald clearly saw Alexis looking sheepishly at Gerald.

 

"What can I say?  You've tried to do so many assignments under that company, but they've all gone to waste.  It's all a shame," Alexis mumbled, looking rather shy.  "Anyways, look at me." he instructed Gerald.

 

What weird instructions, Gerald thought.  He stared into Alexis's face.  "Look more carefully," Alexis directed.

 

Finally, after a few minutes, everything came together.  Taking a break from endless staring, Gerald took a glimpse at his surroundings, and saw Kristi in the corner.  The three of them looked so alike, it seemed.

 

"Welcome to the family reunion, Gerald," a voice greeted from behind.  "I see that you've followed my directions well."  Gerald turned to face Oswald.

 

"Wait what?" Gerald exclaimed.  Then he fainted.

Edited May 26, 2018 by Person_Random

[GrandExecutioner 1,403]

Chapter 4: Family Secrets

 

 

"Don't look so surprised Gerald!" Alexis swiftly pulled out a chair and sat down facing Gerald. He slid a hand into his jacket and revealed a gun. Emptying the bullets from the chamber, he placed them on the table. Finally, Alexis brandished a cloth from his pocket and started cleaning the weapon.

 

Why is Kristi's father here?

"Family is a complicated matter don't you think?" Alexis spoke calmly.

Gerald kept his gaze fixed on the gun.

"I think it's time someone told you about your family." Slowly he started wiping the empty chamber.

"Is this the part where you reveal all your evil plans before you tell me you're going to kill me?" Gerald remarked. He didn't care that the man was holding a gun. He had enough of people playing him.

"You should watch that mouth boy. It'll get you into serious trouble." Alexis smirked as he moved on to cleaning the bullets. "Many years ago your great-grandfather started an establishment- a spying agency shall we say."

Gerald was quiet. Having no parents for most of his life, he had no knowledge about his family history. Oswald used to always avoid the subject.

"But over the years, the legacy behind the establishment became morphed and it didn't take long until the company became a… hire-to-kill firm. These days to solve a problem, you don't spy. You kill. Your great-grandfather had astonishing skills allowing him to excel at his job. And that gene seemed to have been inherited by his children and their children after that. Every single member of your family worked for the organisation. Even when it became an assassin's firm- the firm you're now refusing to work for." Alexis finally paused to take a breath. He had moved on to wiping the barrel of his gun.

Gerald was speechless.

"Your blood has the 'perfect gene' for the work the company does. The organisation made it a tradition to recruit every family member when they reached a certain age. Natural talent they called it. Your uncle has incredible stats. A near spotless record. But it's your mother that has the faultless reputation."

Gerald couldn't believe what he was hearing. But he snapped out the trance.

"You're lying. My mother would never work for filth like you." Gerald snapped back, spitting on the floor.

"Fool. Your mother is no angel. She holds the record for most assassinations. Noone has gotten remotely close to her figures. Not even your uncle." Alexis started loading the bullets back into the gun. "Face it. Your family line has a lot of blood on their hands. It's what you were born to do."

Gerald's head was beginning to spin. He couldn't handle this.

"But then we have you. The biggest disappointment. You're the first to refuse to do the job...even when you know your life is at stake." Alexis flicked the safety catch off. "So now you know. This is your last chance."

Gerald took a deep breath and looked coldly into Alexis' eyes.

"I see." Alexis sounded disappointed. "In that case, any last words?"

"Not to you." Gerald looked up at the ceiling and made a silent prayer. Then he closed his eyes, waiting for the bullet that would take him out of this world.

But it never came.

Gerald opened his eyes. Alexis was still holding the gun but there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. Oswald emerged out of the shadows- a matching smile on his face.

"I told you he'd pass."

"Judging from the look on your face, you're probably wondering what's going on." Alexis leaned back in his chair as he placed the gun on the table.

"You mean you don't work for the company? You lied?" Gerald's head was throbbing.

"No. He lied about one part. He just didn't tell you the full story." Oswald spoke up as he took a seat himself. "He lied about you being the first to rebel. You aren't. Your mother was. Then it was me. Though the company doesn't know that yet."

 

"And your mother paid the price for it. They killed her." Alexis spoke softly. "Your father had to go on the run when Oswald warned they would come after him too. He feared his child's safety and so left him behind. Your father didn't betray you, Gerald. I hope you understand that."

"So, like we expected, the company recruited you and I managed to set up an assignment to see if you had the courage to act against them." Oswald had started speaking again. "But it was frustrating to watch. It looked like you were actually trying to complete the assignments."

"I-I didn't know." Gerald stammered.

"I know you didn't. But you're key in the case we've been building against the company. That's why I sent the postman. I hoped he would be able to plant a seed of doubt in your head. And it worked. You found your sis..." Oswald stopped abruptly.

"W-what did you say?" Gerald spoke slowly but Oswald remained quiet. "Kristi Elizer is my...sister? But that means..."

Gerald turned his gaze to Alexis Elizer. Suddenly everything clicked into place. It all made sense now. Why Alexis had been so sad about his mother. How he had known so much about his family...and his father.

"It's been a while...son." A tear made its way down Alexis' cheek.

 

 

Word Count: 898

[C.O.N.Q.U.E.R.O.R 3,845]

 

Chapter 4: Family Secrets

 

 

"Don't look so surprised Gerald!" Alexis swiftly pulled out a chair and sat down facing Gerald. He slid a hand into his jacket and revealed a gun. Emptying the bullets from the chamber, he placed them on the table. Finally, Alexis brandished a cloth from his pocket and started cleaning the weapon.

 

Why is Kristi's father here?

"Family is a complicated matter don't you think?" Alexis spoke calmly.

Gerald kept his gaze fixed on the gun.

"I think it's time someone told you about your family." Slowly he started wiping the empty chamber.

"Is this the part where you reveal all your evil plans before you tell me you're going to kill me?" Gerald remarked. He didn't care that the man was holding a gun. He had enough of people playing him.

"You should watch that mouth boy. It'll get you into serious trouble." Alexis smirked as he moved on to cleaning the bullets. "Many years ago your great-grandfather started an establishment- a spying agency shall we say."

Gerald was quiet. Having no parents for most of his life, he had no knowledge about his family history. Oswald used to always avoid the subject.

"But over the years, the legacy behind the establishment became morphed and it didn't take long until the company became a… hire-to-kill firm. These days to solve a problem, you don't spy. You kill. Your great-grandfather had astonishing skills allowing him to excel at his job. And that gene seemed to have been inherited by his children and their children after that. Every single member of your family worked for the organisation. Even when it became an assassin's firm- the firm you're now refusing to work for." Alexis finally paused to take a breath. He had moved on to wiping the barrel of his gun.

Gerald was speechless.

"Your blood has the 'perfect gene' for the work the company does. The organisation made it a tradition to recruit every family member when they reached a certain age. Natural talent they called it. Your uncle has incredible stats. A near spotless record. But it's your mother that has the faultless reputation."

Gerald couldn't believe what he was hearing. But he snapped out the trance.

"You're lying. My mother would never work for filth like you." Gerald snapped back, spitting on the floor.

"Fool. Your mother is no angel. She holds the record for most assassinations. Noone has gotten remotely close to her figures. Not even your uncle." Alexis started loading the bullets back into the gun. "Face it. Your family line has a lot of blood on their hands. It's what you were born to do."

Gerald's head was beginning to spin. He couldn't handle this.

"But then we have you. The biggest disappointment. You're the first to refuse to do the job...even when you know your life is at stake." Alexis flicked the safety catch off. "So now you know. This is your last chance."

Gerald took a deep breath and looked coldly into Alexis' eyes.

"I see." Alexis sounded disappointed. "In that case, any last words?"

"Not to you." Gerald looked up at the ceiling and made a silent prayer. Then he closed his eyes, waiting for the bullet that would take him out of this world.

But it never came.

Gerald opened his eyes. Alexis was still holding the gun but there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. Oswald emerged out of the shadows- a matching smile on his face.

"I told you he'd pass."

"Judging from the look on your face, you're probably wondering what's going on." Alexis leaned back in his chair as he placed the gun on the table.

"You mean you don't work for the company? You lied?" Gerald's head was throbbing.

"No. He lied about one part. He just didn't tell you the full story." Oswald spoke up as he took a seat himself. "He lied about you being the first to rebel. You aren't. Your mother was. Then it was me. Though the company doesn't know that yet."

 

"And your mother paid the price for it. They killed her." Alexis spoke softly. "Your father had to go on the run when Oswald warned they would come after him too. He feared his child's safety and so left him behind. Your father didn't betray you, Gerald. I hope you understand that."

"So, like we expected, the company recruited you and I managed to set up an assignment to see if you had the courage to act against them." Oswald had started speaking again. "But it was frustrating to watch. It looked like you were actually trying to complete the assignments."

"I-I didn't know." Gerald stammered.

"I know you didn't. But you're key in the case we've been building against the company. That's why I sent the postman. I hoped he would be able to plant a seed of doubt in your head. And it worked. You found your sis..." Oswald stopped abruptly.

"W-what did you say?" Gerald spoke slowly but Oswald remained quiet. "Kristi Elizer is my...sister? But that means..."

Gerald turned his gaze to Alexis Elizer. Suddenly everything clicked into place. It all made sense now. Why Alexis had been so sad about his mother. How he had known so much about his family...and his father.

"It's been a while...son." A tear made its way down Alexis' cheek.

 

 

Word Count: 898

 

If I had a choice in choosing the next chapter, that's the winner. That's probably the best possible way of continuing my tidbit... even I didn't think of that while I was writing the chapter

[GuidoFawkes 2,361]

expires today and only 3 submissions...

looks like I'm gonna poop out something casue even if it's rubbish i'll still win fourth place!

[GuidoFawkes 2,361]

well my last one wasn't accepted so i suppose i can re use it. I changed it a bit.. here's my new entry

"hey um..." Guido stopped a postman exiting a flat. Gerald's street smart twin brother was in the midst of instantly fabricatinga story to get the postman to reveal his brother's address. Guido had ran away from  home 13 years ago and Gerald was the only family he had been in contact with and Guido had finally come to look for Gerald to thank him for sending him money. but he couldn't remember Gerald's exact address.. 

"G'day mate..." The postman looked at Guido as though he recognized him. "Wait, you recognize me? I'm looking for my twin--wha??", "come, we'll talk further away!" the postman instantly replied. "um, okay." Guido promtly followed.

A few blocks away the postman told him everything.  It seemed a joke but somehow he sensed it wasn't. "so.. can't visit Gerald cause they're watching him... but you're supposed to be the postman so send him a letter.. i won't give away that i know about it" Guido wrote : Hey Gerald, your brother's here. I'll always be with you. The "postman" took his letter and left. Guido knew what to do. He knew fat old ugly Oswald gave Gerald the job... He didn't know what he was going to do when he gets to him but he'll just let his emotions decide then, as usual. 


Guido noticed Gerald's car outside Oswald's home. He remembered his address because he once threw rocks to break his windows... and his mother forced him to send a cheque to Oswald to pay for it. After repeating exactly what Gerald had done earlier, knocking, going in through the back...  this time round, it was Oswald who was more surprised. "oh hey uncle..." Guido growled. "Oswald nervously shifted his eyes and Guido followed his gaze into his shed and saw Kristi tied up and Gerald laying motionless on the floor beside her. Next thing, everything turned red in Guido's eyes, while for Oswald it was just white.. as Guido had instantly clapped his hands on both his uncle's ears... Guido then kneed his thigh and pulled his face by his ears towards him  and brought Oswalds jaw straight towards his knee.. Oswald's heavy body thumped to the ground and at least 12 men with rifles fitted with silencers rushed out from Oswald's home. They looked out at Guido, cogged their rifles and started to fire...

Guido instintively grabbed Oswald's fat body and shielded himself from their bullets and charged staright towards them. The bullets pierced through Oswalds body and blood sprayed out... uh-oh... Guido's killer instincts were activated. long ago... he ran away and excluded himself from society because the after joining the military he became a monster...  He instantly tore off the throat of the first man he reached. He then flung the man's body at the rest of them... not realising their collegue was already dead, they stopped firing for a moment... just long enough for Guido to fall to the ground, pick up his last kill's rifle and shoot the rest of the men. 


Guido blinked as he started to realise what he was doing... he had just killed the last of those men, only 2 of them died from his initial shooting, but he had killed the rest of them afterwards.. when he was in the military, he was part of a "special unit formed from the most dangerous people the state could find. For that unit you didn't need to pass drug tests and your criminal record could be as fancy as a chrismas tree .. you only had to be dangerous.  They're missions were at places where they had authorisation to do anything... send him in, let him go crazy and destroy everything and that was it. Guido looked around, he counted 15 bodies lying around him including Oswald's... he looked into the shed, oops... looks like 17 bodies... The bandage around Kristi's mouth was soaked in blood, and there was a fresh shot wound on her left lung... Gerald was dead too, a fresh bullet wound on the middle of his forehead, instantly recognizable as one fired at point blank. Guido could hear a police siren approaching from a distance. well then... what to do now?  "revenge..." Guido thought... he had lost many of his "brothers in arms" when he was in the military, but they were all blood hungry monsters ever ready to go out of this world the same way they came in, kicking and screaming covered in blood. Gerald was different, he was a kind hearted man who wanted good for others.. his conscience.  He was gonna find whoever was behind this... but first he had to get away...

He quickly searched through Oswald's pockets and took everything with him.. he found Gerald's car keys and grabed Kristi's and Gerald's bodies and started running out towards Gerald's car. He was about to leave the front gates when he saw Kristi's father there looking all around shocked with a pistol in his hand. "you're a little too late but here's your daughter anyway!" he thrust Kristi's body at him as he gasped in shock. Guido hastily added "wasn't me, they killed my brother too..." Guido sprinted toward's Geralds car and threw Gerald's body into the boot before starting the engine.  There was no one on the streets at that time so no one saw him. He causually drove away just as the police were arriving...

 

Edited May 26, 2018 by GuidoFawkes

[thethiefofvictory 339]

If I had a choice in choosing the next chapter, that's the winner. That's probably the best possible way of continuing my tidbit... even I didn't think of that while I was writing the chapter

I agree, wonderfully executed piece! I should probably start to not consider family secrets a cliched theme heh :p

 

Also, won't you attempt?

[C.O.N.Q.U.E.R.O.R 3,845]

I agree, wonderfully executed piece! I should probably start to not consider family secrets a cliched theme heh :P

 

Also, won't you attempt?

Sadly, continuing your own chapter isn't allowed, IIRC.