Defying The Laws Of The Packs

      *LOGAN*-*       "Life, sometimes can be hell, sometimes, can be heaven. But why? I believe even though we do not have control over some certain things in life, we can decide for ourselves whether we want to be happy or not, so to say, hell or heaven, is a choice we all can make. And on the other hand, redemption can be found by anyone who seeked it, the question is, are you ready to be redeemed? Because a lot of people are so cornered in their dark place that they are too blinded to see that they could get out of their darkness, sadly. Those people need someone, someone who can see beyond everyone else, someone who can come into their lives, take their hands, and guide them into the light…"      "So, do you think you are redeemed?"       "Hmm. I might not be, but I'm in a happy place…" I smiled "And that's all that matters"      "I lo

     "Agent 04 do you copy?" They had wired communication devices connected to their ears… "Agent 07 do you copy?" The assassin spoke into his device, but no answer was returned but a growl, resembling a wild animal's angry threat. He shared a look with the other agent beside him behind masked face… the headlights on their guns clicked on, pointed at the two still assassins before them.       They were confused; why were they still? They traced down the light and it caught two legs! It must be their target! Their guns were tightly clenched and blood was running hot, their minds were sharp and their stance and fingers ready for fire. "Show yourself! Now!" They commanded. The beast growled under the veil of the two lifeless bodies. The night had been disturbed, and his peace had been affected, how dare they!?      But he wasn't moving yet. "Show your face or these magazines will be emptied into your body

     Pain subdued her body and the sunlight pierced into her hazel eyes with a stern anguish. She confined her eyelids and let out a pressured groan. Her hands were chained up and she stooped, hanging feebly.       She flickered her eyes as her ears caught a faint sound of a matching footstep. All she could see was a shadow, because the rays of sunlight blotted her vision.       "Who are you?" She muttered, with faltering eyelids.       She gasped as cold water was poured on her from an iron bucket, and her eyes forced itself open as her brain became conspicuous to the environment. Her heart beat heaved up her chest and she stared at the man standing in front of her with an ominous look. And still, she reiterated her first question "Who are you?"      "Logan Creed. The man you came to kill…" he came closer to her, tickling her neck with his warm breath. H

    *CAMILA*_*      By the time I got out of that shit hole desert, and walked to the hotel, the sun had already gunned down. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. It felt like the end of something, and the begining of another. Jacques was gone, and I was unfortunately, finally alone in this big bad world, a bad world that I myself contributed to. Life hasn't been easy since I was a kid, but that was a story for another day.       I walked slothfully pass the guests and the bartender over the bar at the hotel, and retreated into my room.       "I hate this world" I muttered to myself, while my hands took on the task of removing the dirty clothes and dumping it into the waste basket.        I threw myself on the bed half naked. Bathing was far from my brain's thinking area. I breathed in the air in the room and a faint w

There is no peace for the wicked, they say. But I hadn't any atom of wickedness running crickety in my veins, and yet, I had no peace. My long found peace had been lost and there was no retrieval. I knew what it meant; a fresh start. But that was if I would ever want to move on. The fitting of the morning into another day saw me reflecting back at what had been my fate over the decades, even before the advent of Mrs Lopez. And Buck's intrusion had only succeeded in making it afflicting. Even going back to reclaim the kingship hadn't been on my mind's thought rader until then. But I was alone. How could I win? I stepped down from the elevated chair and walked to the door, parting it wide apart to invite the sunlight and its requisite consorts, like the bird's tweets. But it wasn't appeasing. I stepped out regardless, and sunlight gleamed over my skin simultaneously with the dusty wind. I looked back at the house and shook my head. "I will be back." I h