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Betty Humphrey walks home from work, walking down the street hoping to get a taxi but the road seems empty of vehicles and only few people were on the streets, she wondered why it was that way since she passed the streets earlier in the morning and it was filled with happy people going about their activities and it’s barely 8pm, of course, Splinter Town was well known for its nocturnal activities. She keeps walking, waving off the thought from her mind. She reaches an alley, the alley is dimly lit and seems shorter than the usual but she was lost in thought, thinking about her break up with her boyfriend.
As she walks down the alley, she hears a strange sound and turns back, Betty feels scared but ignores the warnings and buries her fright until she hears a louder sound from a dark corner, this time she felt very scared and walks faster but it was already too late now, a hand from the right drags her into the shadows and clamps her mouth. Betty struggles but her attacker was too strong, a foul chemical smell fills her nostrils and her vision blurred. When she gained consciousness, she finds herself in a luxurious car, her wrists and ankles were bound in duct tape. In her weakness, she sees a man seated beside her well dressed in black suit, with her vision still blur, she couldn’t see his face clearly. “Who are you?” Betty managed to ask in a weak voice, the man remains silent. “Where you taking me to?” “Miss Betty Humphrey, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you” the man speaks in a courteous tone “You’re going to be our guest for a while” Betty could hear him in her weakness, she tries to place the voice as he spoke but it was unfamiliar, she strained her eyes to see his face but the darkness of the night and her blur sight made it impossible, but even in the darkness she managed to see the outline of his strong jawline, the features of his face were not clear enough for recognition, she had no strength in her to put up a fight for her escape, her mind was racing in fear. The car stopped and Betty was pulled out, the duct tape was removed from her ankles, her legs wobbly beneath her, she stumbled but the man caught her, his grip firm but not unkind. As they enter the mansion, Betty’s eyes widened in amazement, “so magnificent” she thought within herself. She had no idea who had kidnapped her or what they wanted from her. She saw different men all dressed in black suit either with a suitcase or a pistol, she became extremely scared that she found it hard to breathe, she knew she was in trouble, whatever reason a poor girl like herself was kidnapped by a gang so organized it was never good. The man led her to a lavish bedroom, she looked round at the expensive furnitures and interior, he grabs her hands and removes the duct tape on her wrists. “You’re safe here” he says in a soft tone. “Do not fear, you’ll be taken care of” Betty’s gaze met his and for a moment she saw something in his eyes that gave her a pause, something that can never be seen in a killer’s eyes, it was almost……..kindness, but before she could process it in her mind, he turns and leaves, leaving Betty in a state of confusion. Betty used her free time as an opportunity to explore the room. The room was a luxurious room with cream-colored walls, plush carpeting, and elegant furnishings. A large, ornate bed dominated the space, and a private bathroom offered every amenity. But the lack of windows and the locked door made it clear: Betty is a captive, not a guest. She noticed a small note on the bedside table, it read “you’ll meet the boss soon, be prepared”. Betty’s heart sank. What did they plan to do with her? and who is the boss?. Suddenly, the door creaked open and the man from earlier stood before her. “Get ready”, he said “the boss awaits you”. Betty’s eyes locked unto his and she saw a flicker or something there, something that made her wonder what her captor had in mind for her. Walking down the hallway with the guard to see the boss, Betty's eyes noticed something familiar on the left hanging on the wall, a painting caught her attention. It was a black canvas with a single, bold image: a black angry bear with its face filled with rage and its teeth exposed ready to devour anything on its part, it’s eyes filled with hate and bitterness. Betty's heart skipped a beat as she felt a shiver run down her spine. The bear looked eerily familiar, reminiscent of a painting in her family house. She couldn't shake off the feeling that this was more than just a coincidence. She approached the painting, her eyes locked on the bear's face. “Pa’s painting, el oso” She whispers The guard turns to her as she walks closer to the painting, looking at the bear with a sense of familiarity, the features all same, the scars seemed to be in the same pattern as the bear in her family's painting. A sense of unease settled in her stomach as she wondered if this was some kind of coincidence or a mirage. Betty's mind began to whirl with questions. Was it a coincidence?. As she stood there, frozen in thought the guard walks up to her, Betty turns to him, a hint of curiosity blend with excitement in his eyes. “Find something interesting?" he asked, his gaze drifting to the painting. Betty's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with possibilities. "Where did you get this painting?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. The guard’s expression turned enigmatic, and he took a step closer to her. "Let's just say its a symbol, it has sentimental value and I didn’t…it was the boss," he said, his voice low and mysterious. Betty's heart pounded in her chest as she felt a sense of trepidation. She knew it was going to be a very long night.Mateo looked at the embittered Betty pointing a gun to his head. The air felt toxic with tension everyone was shocked by the scene unfolding before them. Even Alfred, who had been about to intervene, froze, his eyes darting to Mateo for guidance. Mateo, however, remained calm, his hand raised in a warning signal to Alfred to stay away. “Where is it?” She ordered in a bold tone. Mateo's expression turned puzzled. "What do you mean?" "The box...I believe I received a gift," sounding tough, she wanted to prove to him that she was aware.Mateo became surprised with the realization of the sudden situation. He realized there was no escaping the truth; she knew about the box, it was already too late. Her question wasn't a mere inquiry, but a statement of fact, born from concrete knowledge of full awareness. He felt trapped, wondering how she had discovered the truth.As the silence stretched, Mateo's unease grew, his calm demeanor beginning to crack under the pressure.“How did you…?”Mat
She stormed away from the scene, returning back to the mansion, walking through the dark corridors of the tunnel filled with rage. Her mind unstable with the shocking revelation, questioning herself of what she just heard, the words "a gift for her" ringing in her ears like a cruel taunt. She laughed, the sound manic and hysterical, as the full weight of her situation crashed down upon her. She remembered the maids she met earlier, it finally dawned on her that they had been discussing her and when she told him, he pretended not to know, she was bitter to the bones that all that came to her mind was violence and revenge. As she entered the main hall, her gaze swept the room, taking in the guards standing at attention, the maids going about their duties. She looked round with a scheming gaze studying the environment and it felt like the perfect time to unleash her wrath, she thought to herself. Everyone seemed to be her enemy, their smiles and nods a thin veneer for their true action
"Betty..." he looked down into her eyes, hoping his words had convinced her. She looked up at him. “Mateo..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. Still in his arms, his touch gentle, reassuring. "I promise to stand by you," he said, the words tumbling out of his mouth, surprising him. He had wanted to offer her comfort, but he hadn't expected to be the one surprised by his own words. Betty's eyes widened, her surprise mirrored his. She hadn't expected this from Mateo, the cold, hard man who always seemed to be in control. Was this a genuine show of his feelings, or was it just a pitiful attempt to placate her? She couldn't read his expression, her heart too heavy, too consumed by grief to decipher his emotions. Trying to see beyond the mask, beyond the stoic facade. But his eyes, usually so piercing, so intense, seemed... different. Vulnerable, maybe. Or perhaps she was just seeing what she wanted to see, what she needed to see. He squeezed her arms with tenderness. “I'm he
Betty fell to her knees, trying to understand what she had just heard. She picked up the recorder and replayed its content to be certain of her doubts. “This can’t be happening” She felt breathless, ignoring every knock on the door from her guard and other concerned people.Mateo, who heard the scream from his room, quickly got up, going to her room in haste hoping there was no problem. He saw the crowd at her door, knocking and calling out her name, but the door remained locked, he was anxious and couldn't wait. He ordered the crowd to make way and burst in without giving a warning.There, Betty sat on the floor with her hands over her ears, looking up at Mateo with tears streaming down her face like a river.Mateo couldn't make out the reason for her present state, but he knew she wouldn't be looking so beaten if it wasn't something serious. He looked around the room, inspecting to see if someone was there or if she was hurt physically, but nothing of that nature was the case. He a
“Must he have to be the one? Must he always be the one?" she muttered under her breath, her frustration simmering just below the surface.“What are you doing here?" he asked her with a straight face.“Nothing that concerns you" she scoffed, her eyes flashing with anger.“You were talking to yourself?" he pressed on, his voice unyielding. "Has it finally gotten to this? Do I need to get a psychiatrist?”“No," she quickly rebuked him, her face growing hotter with irritation.“I heard voices," she added, her eyes rolling over him in anger. "Just...never mind."“It's cold," he said, his eyes drifting to her exposed arms. He took off the coat he had on, intending to cover her arms with it.She looked at him, unsure of her next move, not sure if she should accept it considering what he had done to her. Now, he was trying to play the good person, and she wasn't buying it. She stepped back as he tried to put the coat over her neck.He looked into her eyes with sympathy, not blaming her for he
He sat down, beginning to think of a good way to get the mole, but the earlier scenario kept getting to him. He tried to stay focused, but was distracted, unable to shake the scene from his mind. He wanted to call Alfred to ask him more questions about the box, but he was too angry to face anyone.This was the deepest level of offense Mateo had ever experienced. He thought he had been careful and done the right thing, but his actions had led to the worst outcome. He couldn't help but think about how things would have turned out differently if he had listened.He walked to the window and peered outside for a brighter view to clear his mind, but there she was, basked in the beauty of the sun, where he saw her still standing. He couldn't know the depth of her pain, but he hoped he could be there for her every step of the way, even if it was from a distance.Betty looked up at the sun. She had already had enough for the day, picking flowers and watching the workers fix the damaged parts o







