RED INK
EPISODE 2 (Untamed)She was crying; the type of tears that he couldn't help but feel regret for pulling her like that. Why was she so stubborn? All he needed was for her to show him a little spark of burning desire, but she always portrayed the opposite. Hate. Anger. Hurt...yes hurt and that stung him to the abyss.He looked away and sat down on his seat. "Sit down Sai" Sai looked at him, both hands laying weakly on the floor where she sat, the tears still flowing down her face. "I hate you Dillion! I hate you!!" She stood up and rushed at him, landing a slap on his face. And another. Then another. When she saw he wasn't retaliating, she wailed and started hitting him on his chest. "I hate you...I hate you ..." Clara heard the screaming from the room and prayed within her heart. "Oh God! When will all these stop? When?" She looked at the door and summoned all her courage not to go in and interfere. "God please, let young master take it easy on her. Please please please" She cried silently and begged to the heavens for mercy. "I hate you..." Sai had said continuously, but now in a weak voice. She wanted him to react, to hit her back or something...but always, he was this composed when it came to her beating. He only reacted to her words, not her beatings. Her words always stung harder than her actions to him. And that was why she used the word 'hate' on him. So he would feel the pain and she would satisfy herself by beating him. She felt nauseated in her stomach and she pulled back, slowly, trying to find her seat with her hand. Everything looked blurry . That feeling of the world spinning met her in her eyes and her stomach and before she knew it, she dropped to the floor...Dillion's side of view. He watched her run towards him in a force that was foreign and before he knew it, she landed a slap to his face. He didn't recover when another one landed, then another...all these didn't matter to him. It was the word 'hate' that she mentioned that mattered. It stabbed him at heart, so much pain that he didn't even notice the pain of her hitting his chest. Instead, he looked into her teary eyes for evidence--evidence of a different emotion entirely that suggested she didn't mean what she was saying; but he saw none. Then suddenly, she was retreating. Why was she retreating? Her hands were fidgeting at her back, looking for support. Her other hand was halfway to her face as she grimaced and briskly enough, she was landing on the floor. Her knees first, then her chest and her head hitting the solid ground. Dillion heard a tump! On the ground, his eyes zeroed in at her. "Clara!!" He roared as he went to where she laid and checked her face, he touched her palm...they were getting cold. "Clara!!!" The door swung open swiftly "Sir. Sir--" Her eyes widened when she saw Sai on the floor. She gasped. "S-sai?" Oh young master has killed Sai. She lamented in fear but in her head. "Call the doctor and ask him to come here immediately! Now!" "Y-yes sir" And she anxiously ran out of the room He picked her up from the floor, carrying her and placing her on the bed. He rolled her Duvet to cover her up to her chest and left it there. After staring at her face for a while, he closed his eyes and listened to the droplets of rain outside her window. They were so tranquil, so calm regardless of their drum plays, but he was not. Opening his eyes, he sat beside her on the bed and feared because her face was so cold to his palm. If she died, then all of it would be for nothing. It will hold no meaning. You have to fight now Sai...not now. We are almost getting there. Just some few weeks and we will be there. I promise. ~~~ "What's the progress?""The cargo has been conveyed to Southern borders, sir. Tomorrow, the rest of it will follow. The Bull's Elite are holding a conference meeting at the Margan site. They request your presence this time, Lord" The eyes if Dillion shifted to his subordinate that was cladded in all black. Black shoes, black suit, black belt, black tie and black shirt underneath the suit and his eyes being expressionless, he turned his attention back to the fanciful dagger in his hand and played with the edges. "Keep the Lord subject for now. I don't want the black Cobras finding out my identity." The young man in his late 20's bowed slightly. "I understand sir" "I won't be coming to the Margan site, not today and not in two weeks. I need to get Diggy under my feet. Until I am done accomplishing what needs to be done, I won't step feet in that convoy. Convey that message to the Bull's Elite." He stood up from his chair in the Library, stretching to his full height which would be termed belittling as he was six feet four inches. He walked around his table to where his subordinate stood, a slight contrast as the latter was six feet two. Both men dark. "Call Griggs. I want him to do something for me." The subordinate bowed slightly again."Okay sir" "Any matters to be discussed from today on should be done with me by phone. I want to make sure I catch that Code 105. Keep it long and clean." "Yes sir"They both walked out together, Dillion in front and the subordinate behind following at six feet. Five hours ago, the doctor had come, immediately calling for an assistant nurse to come to his aid with some needed materials. He had ran a quick test on Sai...she had shut her brain. Shut it completely to the outside world. That was why she was cold, almost dead. But the most amazing thing was that, she was carrying a zygote in her abdomen. Yes, she was pregnant. She was three weeks pregnant!When the doctor told Dillion the news, he was struck dumb on the spot. He only saw the mouth of the Doctor moving slowly and joyously as he announced the pregnancy. "Congratulations! Sshhhhhhe iiiiiissss preeeeeeeeeegnaaaaant Mr Shaft!" The nurse behind the Doctor was also smiling. He would have registered the other messages the doctor had passed to him but he was lost in his own thoughts."Pregnant? Sai is pregnant? H-How? How? How?" He thought in his head as he tried recalling when, which time, which hour, and to think just three weeks and some days ago, his mind went blurry. Ding!His eyes widened. "What the fuck?!" The words he uttered made the doctor and nurse pause in what they were doing. "Are you okay Mr Shaft?" The doctor asked. Dillion looked and him and nodded, giving him his aloof expression. "Continue please." Then he walked out of the room and went to the bar just a floor up. He poured himself a glass of whisky, drank it down in a gulp and then sat down on the stool close by. "Sai is pregnant? My child?" He smirked for some seconds and chuckled. "My child? I'm gonna be a father!" The thought of it hyped him and before he knew it, he was laughing loudly to himself, the young master, all alone in the bar, laughing hysterically. If Clara were in the room, she would have concluded he had ran mad...no cure for it! But he wasn't. This was the peak of his happiness. He hadn't experience such Joy in years. This was the height of it! His child was in the womb of the woman he loved. What could be more joyful than that?! To him...none! Nothing at all! He poured himself another glass of whiskey, but this time, he drank it sip by sip as he reminisced to that evening when he saw Sai and his heart stopped beating...EPISODE 3 (SAI) It was that day in the Lounge, she was dressed so simply. Her thick black hair parked with a string to her neck, her edges so curled. She had a natural lip gloss on and her bright dark eyes could pierce into any soul, gouging out their emotions. She wore a silver wrist watch and her ears were decorated with tiny silver earrings. The ones that you could only tell they were there once they meet with the light---they sparkled so well. She was in a plain white gown and a simple strand of African coloured Chiffon scarf was tied round her neck in a very fashionable elegance and her little kitten heels made a domineering sound in the lounge as she picked up her tiny purse to meet with the person she had been expecting. It was then she passed Dillion and apart from her smile that captivated him, her faint bloomy perfume mixed with the faint scent of coconut oil from her hair threw him off guard as he turned to look at her. She could have known the face anywhere
EPISODE 4: (THE DAYS AHEAD) Dillion had drunk down his last swallow and was now pouring another round for himself before thinking of Sai laying in bed. So he dropped the glass cup and left his bar to the room where the nurse and doctor were administering drip to her.The doctor sensed his presence and looked up at him. "How is she?" Dillion asked. The doctor shook his head "How do I say this to you?" He thought for sometime before picking out the right and shortest way to present the other message. "She is in a coma...like a deep sleep. Nothing to worry about for now." He watched Dillion's face for an emotion but none was evident. So he continued, "If she is able to wake up tonight, then she and the baby would be fine. But if she doesn't wake up tonight, she, and especially the baby would be at risk. But there are ways to make the baby survive, the baby is still very young". "How long does her case take?" The doctor looked at Sai on the bed and said, "Sh
EPISODE 5: The hunt He stood up and started pacing round the room, ignoring the men. "But come to think of it, if I killed you all it would have been nice cause I haven't tasted blood in a while." He slowly turned to look at their terrified faces, taking in the pleasure and then returned to his leisure pacing. "However, if I killed you, I would be short of hands and men... and I need men. So see," he smiled at them. "you are lucky." He bursted out laughing. The room was a bit dark and the light from the table lamp that laid on the floor— when it caught his face in the broken mirror, it reflected a scarred man. A quarter half of his right face wrinkled down to a part of his lower lip. When he saw his face, he frowned but didn't look away like he usually did. Instead, he stared right into his eyes which dilated and said, " I want you all to get that bastard for me. I want him alive so I can give him a living hell. I want to know who he is and the hell he haile
EPISODE 6: The hunt 2 Aurora looked at Lorin who was in front of the mirror assessing the armless silk silver gown that was sent to her yesterday. She looked pleased and content with a plastered smile to her face, her cheek could burn. "You really–reeeally think that he likes you?" She asked her, bewilderment written on her face. "I don't think so. I can smell it!" Lorin dropped the gown on the bed and sat by it. "He could have asked anyone but he chose to ask me." "That doesn't mean anything." "It does to me." She replied her warily. She touched her chest for reassurance and said, "Don't kill my hope." She picked up the jewelry box that accompanied the dress and opened it. "And I am certain he is a bachelor. I haven't seen him with a woman. Ever. This could be my chance." "Your chance to woo your boss?" "Hm-hmmm. I like the way you said it. Woo...I could try my luck." "Isn't he the same boss you always come home cursing when he makes your days difficu
RED INK EPISODE 7:The Hunt 3 ~~ "We are here at Ford mansion, boss." Fred said as he opened the door to the limousine. Dillion stretched his legs, almost meeting Lorin's and dropped his tablet in a corner. When he came out of the car, the evening's cool breeze danced around his face, carrying along the smell of dampness and... grilled chicken. Food. He looked around, seemed like the entrance was at the adjacent angle where people were taking pictures. He turned to the vehicle and helped Lorin to her feet, gently taking her hand. "Thank you." She said, standing beside him. He looked at her, her shoulders were bare. She didn't carry the coat. He stretched into the car and picked up the coat from the seat. He shook it out and wore it around her shoulders. He extended his arm to her, offering it up for appearance. She couldn't contain her smile as she slowly but purposefully wrapped her arm in his. "Shall we?" He asked. She nodded. He
RED INK Ep 8: Triggers Everywhere was blurry. The lights looked distant to her. She perceived the fragrance in the air, it was different and... it was calming. She heard the door open and closed—two or more approaching her bed. A man and a woman. The man looked like he was in a white coat or so, and he had black hair. He was hovering over her, looked like he was looking at her face. "You are awake?" The man asked. She recognized that voice. It sounded familiar. "She's awake?" A female voice asked from across the room. She heard a chair screech as the person stood up. She blinked again. Where was she? She was determined to make her visions clearer. She blinked continuously and slowly succeeded. She noticed the ceiling was made of white POP and a bulb stood in the centre of it. She looked at the three people standing close to her bed. "You're finally awake?" Clara sniffed, wrapping her scarf around her neck. She looked at them as she tried to
RED INKEP 9: Introductions "Wooooow!" Lorin whispered as they strolled into the interior of the party. The theme setting was a pale red and gold, mixed with some silver and glitters. The tables were all set in a fancy glimmer and the wine glasses were arranged so fancifully. She looked up at Dillion, he wasn't amused by the setting, his mind seemed to be somewhere else. From a table by her left hand side, she saw Larry Donas—he was making small talks with a beautiful blonde lady who sat beside him. There were about five people at his table; the table was large. In the ballroom, there stood nine to ten of that same table, all occupied by more people or less. "Where do we sit?" She looked around trying to find an available seat. Her hand was still on Dillion's arm, he didn't reply her. They watched a middle aged man walk up the podium with a smile on his face, dressed in fancy blue suit and a black shirt underneath. Black tie, black shoe, blue trouser. He s
RED INKEpisode 10: Introduction 2 • "So, does her husband and his wife know..." Lorin trailed off not wanting to complete the question. Dillion half smirked. He picked up the wine glass in front of him and got comfortable—his hand on the edge of Lorin's seat. "If you are asking if Madame Clara's husband knew, I would say yes. He was very well aware of the fact that she was stood up. Mr Ford and Mr McGiven never agreed till the day he died." Lorin was stunned. "Mr McGiven is dead?" Dillion sipped his wine and observed Hugo from the corner of his eye. He thought he felt him looking at him. "You know..." he started to say. "For someone like you who loves gossip, you surprise me that you know very little of the real gossip mangas." "You must have read me wrong then." Lorin told him. "I love entertainment. You are able to know this much info because you live in their world. I don't." "Of course. It was a lighthearted joke." Lorin looked at him, not amused for the f